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Appointments
If you wish to meet with me at a scheduled time and place, I would not be opposed to that idea.
Ensure that all details are manifest.
Peace and Long Life.
Ensure that all details are manifest.
Peace and Long Life.
OOC Warning:
First and foremost I am a student... so please be patient with me on replies.
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"You're getting mushy on me," he warned him, but he did not pull away from the sweet little bite, moving in to meet it with a softer kiss, letting him relish the motion and the feel of it.
He wasn't entirely sure of all this just yet, but... but maybe he owed it to Spock to try. Maybe he owed it to himself. Take it slow, not like the other relationships he'd had, if you wanted to even call them that. Spock wasn't like a human, and maybe that was what he needed in the first place. But that was delving to deep, to fast. No, keep it at the surface for now, just roll with it.
"So... want to get back to the real world?" he asked him. "Not that I don't miss the Enterprise, but..."
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But then he looks into Jim's face and sees hope. Perhaps they do have a chance... he just doesn't want Jim to run away from him, to leave. To die. The Vulcan shudders as he places an almost desperate kiss to Jim's lips.
He doesn't answer as the world dissolves around them, leaving them once again in Spock's room, the Vulcan practically in Jim's lap as he continues to kiss away.
Every kiss has the same message, over and over again 'never leave me again.'
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He hadn't thought that they could move when they meditated, but apparently they could by the fact he suddenly had a Vulcan in his lap, kissing him. His arms slid around Spock, meeting him kiss for kiss, each a tiny little promise he hoped he had the strength not to break.
He held him tight, kissing until he ran out of air. He pulled back, laying his head on Spock's shoulder and panting slightly.
"You're like a damn cat," he muttered. "Sneaking into people's laps."
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Now that he seems to have permission, he can't keep his hands away, as if some barrier has been broken.
He will be patient though, he always is. He will let Jim lead.
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He closed his eyes, letting the other pet him, more or less, which was sort of a reversal of his earlier statement of being a cat. Ah well. He let himself enjoy the touches. He wasn't against them, he was never against physical contact, but this time it made him tingle a bit, in ways his other partners had not. That both scared and pleased him, but for the moment he was really to tired to much think on it.
Yes, very tired. Meditation was supposed to rejuvenate, right? Not that it had been a peaceful session.
"Bed," he mumbled, wanting a pillow and covers and - god - sleep.
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Notice that he didn't carry Jim to his own room.
With only a moment of hesitation, Spock climbed in after, laying on his side facing his Captain.
He knew that not much would be happening, but at the same time....everything had changed. Would their friendship be preserved?
Spock had to admit, the amount of unknowns had him... apprehensive.
"Sleep, Jim."
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But that was life, Spock. That was a relationship. If you knew everything, well - it wouldn't be much fun would it? Maybe that was another reason Kirk had avoided them. He didn't want the fights, the responsibility of a relationship. He just wanted the fun part, and that had served him for awhile. Looked like he was going to have through that play book out, which was... disconcerting. But he had been through worse, right? Not that this thing was bad.
"You too," he said, reaching out and stroking his jaw lightly with the tips of his fingers. "Night, Spock."
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"Good night..."
Spock couldn't help but wonder what the morning would bring.