At first, he had watched him open the container because of his innate curiosity, and now he was watching Jim because he simply could not turn away. The dark chocolate he recognized. The strawberry he recognized. The chocolate on said strawberry he definitely recognized and with something he wouldn't quite call fondness or yearning. He had eaten it before. He had enjoyed it. But he was not ignorant of its effects on his mind.
Now he was mentally stuck, watching Jim move his lips over the succulent fruit and chocolate, eyes closed as if that was something else entirely than what it was. Spock also knew that Jim didn't do things like this, totally at random, targeting the one physical weakness he actually had--unless someone told him. With a little bit of thought, he compiled a list of suspects, now slightly annoyed, almost a little defensive.
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Date: 2009-08-15 10:26 pm (UTC)Now he was mentally stuck, watching Jim move his lips over the succulent fruit and chocolate, eyes closed as if that was something else entirely than what it was. Spock also knew that Jim didn't do things like this, totally at random, targeting the one physical weakness he actually had--unless someone told him. With a little bit of thought, he compiled a list of suspects, now slightly annoyed, almost a little defensive.
But he still wanted one.