McCoy's appearance was surprising, though not entirely illogical when one considered the circumstances. The water rolling off his shoulders and the way his damp hair was messed in a peculiar fashion was even less expected, but not unwelcome. It was anything he hadn't seen before, given the man's costume earlier, but the setting and the events made it so much more--different.
His curiosity was piqued again, still racing after having tasted Jim, and it reached out towards this man. An engima like Jim, but something solid and quiet like a black hole in the depths as opposed to a bright and pulsing quasar like Jim. Briefly, Spock remembered the scent Yontaya had attributed to McCoy, strong-water-help. The coolness intrigued him, and juxtaposed against what he had felt of him before, that unfortunate night on Risa…
Spock considered the possibility he was asking for more than he could handle. Humans were not specimens to collect, not crystals to adorn his shelves. Yet he could see himself enjoying their company--had seen it, in fact.
"No." Spock spoke up first, calm and confident. His gaze surveyed McCoy as he stood there. "I would not object to your company."
If anything, it would help him decipher Jim. Perhaps, if Spock was more fortunate, he could see yet more of human nature from another perspective.
want. The pulse was too small to be detected by Jim. To Nyota, it would remind her of holding hands and scientific oddities--the desire to unravel, to study, to understand. But he also looked at her; would she be comfortable with McCoy present? This question and similar others remained palpable between them but unsaid.
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Date: 2009-11-06 06:15 am (UTC)McCoy's appearance was surprising, though not entirely illogical when one considered the circumstances. The water rolling off his shoulders and the way his damp hair was messed in a peculiar fashion was even less expected, but not unwelcome. It was anything he hadn't seen before, given the man's costume earlier, but the setting and the events made it so much more--different.
His curiosity was piqued again, still racing after having tasted Jim, and it reached out towards this man. An engima like Jim, but something solid and quiet like a black hole in the depths as opposed to a bright and pulsing quasar like Jim. Briefly, Spock remembered the scent Yontaya had attributed to McCoy, strong-water-help. The coolness intrigued him, and juxtaposed against what he had felt of him before, that unfortunate night on Risa…
Spock considered the possibility he was asking for more than he could handle. Humans were not specimens to collect, not crystals to adorn his shelves. Yet he could see himself enjoying their company--had seen it, in fact.
"No." Spock spoke up first, calm and confident. His gaze surveyed McCoy as he stood there. "I would not object to your company."
If anything, it would help him decipher Jim. Perhaps, if Spock was more fortunate, he could see yet more of human nature from another perspective.
want. The pulse was too small to be detected by Jim. To Nyota, it would remind her of holding hands and scientific oddities--the desire to unravel, to study, to understand. But he also looked at her; would she be comfortable with McCoy present? This question and similar others remained palpable between them but unsaid.