There was a small hitch of breath as Spock heard the order. So coarse, so blunt, and--this frightened him as much as it did other things--not doubting at all that he would fill it. A small swallow.
For this, he had to drag his eyes, and his hand, away; he could not do it blind. His hands were steady but hesitant, going about the actions too deliberately: unhooking the clasp, sliding the zipper down link by link, before pushing away the folds. Once he felt black silk beneath his fingertips, there was another strong moment of hesitation. But the order echoed in his mind again without needing audible repeat. Spock grasped the waistband between his fingers, and pulled it downwards, centimeter at a time, until--until.
He wouldn't touch it, no, he just wouldn't; his hands were carefully out of the way and there was no way he was going any farther than this. With another swallow, he looked back up at Pike.
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Re: [Back to reality]
Date: 2009-07-25 11:28 pm (UTC)For this, he had to drag his eyes, and his hand, away; he could not do it blind. His hands were steady but hesitant, going about the actions too deliberately: unhooking the clasp, sliding the zipper down link by link, before pushing away the folds. Once he felt black silk beneath his fingertips, there was another strong moment of hesitation. But the order echoed in his mind again without needing audible repeat. Spock grasped the waistband between his fingers, and pulled it downwards, centimeter at a time, until--until.
He wouldn't touch it, no, he just wouldn't; his hands were carefully out of the way and there was no way he was going any farther than this. With another swallow, he looked back up at Pike.