Jim, slightly more in control, had enough presence of mind to realize that here, they were anything. Could do anything. He had manipulated the space around them, created his Enterprise. Now there was just them and yet, somehow, they retained their original forms. The mind created patterns that were followed on instinct, maps that guided movement and thought and interaction.

Jim wanted to see what Kirk would do, where he would go, freed like this. He had gone over his ship, come to Jim, in the name of comfort. Escape. What else? What else could Jim do for him? What was Jim Kirk, here, in this shared place? Were they the same? Different?

His lips ghosted across Kirk's jaw, his neck, before pulling back to watch him. Jim's eyes seemed to gleam faintly.

Show me, he said. Show me what you feel. What you want.