Appointments

[spohkh]

 

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.

OOC Warning:
First and foremost I am a student... so please be patient with me on replies.

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[spohkh]

"Hmm..." Spock doesn't really have an answer for that, but he does hold Jim, his fingers moving over the other man's back and up into hair... massaging the scalp.
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.

[universal_charm]

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.

[spohkh]

Spock took that as permission to pick Jim up, and lay him down on the bed... pulling the covers over the man.
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."

[universal_charm]

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."

[spohkh]

Spock caught those fingers in his hand, lacing their hands together as he closes his eyes.

"Good night..."

Spock couldn't help but wonder what the morning would bring.