The scent of leather was strong, as strong as the scent of salt and semen. The hand around Spock's throat lightened, and suddenly, there was an image.
Spock, his Spock, sitting on the edge of the bed, retrieving his clothing. He was older, now, and the scruff was coming a goatee. Only when he was dressed did they share a look, nearly unreadable. Pike knew it through long knowing, Spock would know it through having worn it. An understanding, between the two men. Spock left, and Pike simply went to sleep.
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Date: 2009-07-26 04:46 am (UTC)Spock, his Spock, sitting on the edge of the bed, retrieving his clothing. He was older, now, and the scruff was coming a goatee. Only when he was dressed did they share a look, nearly unreadable. Pike knew it through long knowing, Spock would know it through having worn it. An understanding, between the two men. Spock left, and Pike simply went to sleep.