The urge to thrash at the feather-teasing touch was a storm. But he controlled it with a bare whimper - Pike liked his noises and Spock wished to give them to him.
Instead, Spock stilled himself, as he had been taught. Icy calm always at the core, glassy surface never broken, always still, always smooth. His breathing evened out, his musscles relaxed.
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Date: 2009-12-08 04:55 pm (UTC)Instead, Spock stilled himself, as he had been taught. Icy calm always at the core, glassy surface never broken, always still, always smooth. His breathing evened out, his musscles relaxed.
Spock obeyed.