He walked around the table to Spock and rolled his palms slowly onto Spock's chest, starting just above the wrist and moving to his fingertips. He laid them there, acquainting them with the feel again, the heat that made the ache stop. There he left them, mental shields in place again stray thoughts, the silence of the room filling them until he decided to break it. They had the whole night to themselves, where he would drive sounds from the half-Vulcan that Spock would never normally dare make. Silence.
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Date: 2009-12-04 04:07 pm (UTC)He walked around the table to Spock and rolled his palms slowly onto Spock's chest, starting just above the wrist and moving to his fingertips. He laid them there, acquainting them with the feel again, the heat that made the ache stop. There he left them, mental shields in place again stray thoughts, the silence of the room filling them until he decided to break it. They had the whole night to themselves, where he would drive sounds from the half-Vulcan that Spock would never normally dare make. Silence.