In private now, with a locked door - even one locked from the outside - Spock leaned into Christopher, finally touching him, finally - the meld had been a balm, a cool drink, but there was nothing to compare to this. Unless it was this accompanied by the intimacy of a meld.
He rubbed his temple against Christopher's forehead. His mate was tired and in pain.
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Date: 2009-09-16 02:42 am (UTC)He rubbed his temple against Christopher's forehead. His mate was tired and in pain.
"You should rest. Are you hungry?"