He struggled again, no sign of it on his face. He had, alone in his quarters, begun to crave this contact, skin to skin. He had gone most of his life without it; strange that it would acquire such importance to him now.
The moment stretched - Spock's patience wavered. He could feel Pike's pulse through the fingers that rested on his bare chest.
But it was wiser to maintain his silence, always safer not to speak.
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Date: 2009-12-04 05:19 pm (UTC)The moment stretched - Spock's patience wavered. He could feel Pike's pulse through the fingers that rested on his bare chest.
But it was wiser to maintain his silence, always safer not to speak.