He did not, strictly speaking, have permission for the action but Spock pressed the backs of his hands against the sheets, scraped the throbbing welts there against the weave of the fabric. The material had felt so soft at first; now it was an edge of pain keeping him from flying apart at the feel of Pike's breath, the image of his mouth so close to Spock's fingers.
"My teeth, I would mark you with teeth. Your arm."
The scar that wrapped around his captain's forearm was, Spock knew, considered disfiguring by many who observed it. But Pike had received it in Spock's place - it belonged to Spock.
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Date: 2009-12-15 06:24 pm (UTC)"My teeth, I would mark you with teeth. Your arm."
The scar that wrapped around his captain's forearm was, Spock knew, considered disfiguring by many who observed it. But Pike had received it in Spock's place - it belonged to Spock.
"Others should see."