Date: 2009-10-08 01:54 pm (UTC)
It was a game at times like this, as rare as they were. Even in a world such as theirs, play was vital - it was simply unrecognizable if you did not know what to look for.

Spock arched his back in a feline stretch and then relaxed back onto the floor - he was more at home in his own skin than the other Spocks, certainly, but he did not always pay attention to the feel of muscles gliding, bunching, releasing. Now he reveled in it, fully aware that every sensation was transmitted to his mate.

I can feel the rush and heat of your blood as it hardens your flesh. I can feel the rasp of your clothing pressing against your skin. I can feel the heavy pressure of your want as it sits in your mind, Christopher.

He opened his eyes to meet Christopher's gaze.

But what can you feel from me?
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