Dark eyes watched every moment of Spock's actions in an otherwise impassive face. Yet those eyes, like Spock's own, spoke volumes more. Silent praise for his actions, and it came through the skin-to-skin contact as well. The hand that had cut down hundreds of lives if not thousands squeezed Spock's, index finger rising enough to brush the length of its green-tinged neighbor.
The hand on his head would not let Spock pull back far, now. A very limited range of motion, it seemed. Or, none at all as pressure was applied, forcing the mouth back down.
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Re: [Back to reality]
Date: 2009-07-26 12:22 am (UTC)The hand on his head would not let Spock pull back far, now. A very limited range of motion, it seemed. Or, none at all as pressure was applied, forcing the mouth back down.