Pike picked up the box, bringing it over to the table along side of the bed. He drifted a hand just above Spock's back, enough that he would be able to know its presence without actual touch. Touch had become their means of communication, words failing to do what something more simple could. It allowed them to understand each other on a more basic level. It could give different impressions, depending on the touch used. Usually, it was like the bite on the throat of the alpha for most of his crew, to prove who was in charge. With Spock, it seemed the bite was hardly needed. He knew his place and preferred it with only an occasional nip to the flank. It would never be against belief to say that his entire ship was like a pack of wolves.
It had been a long time since he had used the beautiful glass balls. He pulled one free of the box, holding it up where Spock would be able to see it. He put it in reaching distance, tugging out the rest of the balls and grasping the smokeless heating unit he would be able to use on the ship.
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Date: 2009-12-05 04:19 pm (UTC)It had been a long time since he had used the beautiful glass balls. He pulled one free of the box, holding it up where Spock would be able to see it. He put it in reaching distance, tugging out the rest of the balls and grasping the smokeless heating unit he would be able to use on the ship.