His mind wasn't wide open like his other counterparts seemed fond of doing; Spock didn't want to broadcast this to them across the tenuous threads. It would be immediate, here, now, under the tips of his fingertips and at the forefront of his thoughts. The victory from Jim twined in his own sense of satisfaction, hot and simmering and wholesome.
There was a channel open for Nyota, though, so she could feel Jim as well as he: the vivacity of Jim's actions and the feel of his skin as Spock's hand wandered under his shirt, fingertips gracing over muscle until it slid to his back. Bubbling up was the building urge to test what sparked him, alongside the note about the strength of his form as Spock pulled him close as he could.
Yet Spock also gave little gifts to Jim besides the kiss that was mutually claiming. The heat of his thoughts pressed equally against all outlets, but for Jim's sake it was almost tentative. Want. An offering of himself that he made in exchange for a chance to understand and experience more, one that he denied to everyone but Nyota (until now--the universe never did create something from nothing).
His hand wandered down to more sensitive areas. Invite him closer, Spock murmured to them both, sparing the briefest glance to McCoy (Leonard). Not the indifferent glance he gave him in sickbay, not in the least. So, so curious to watch how the flame would react to a calming influence--and already hypothesizing that it would be swept up into the heat just the same.
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There was a channel open for Nyota, though, so she could feel Jim as well as he: the vivacity of Jim's actions and the feel of his skin as Spock's hand wandered under his shirt, fingertips gracing over muscle until it slid to his back. Bubbling up was the building urge to test what sparked him, alongside the note about the strength of his form as Spock pulled him close as he could.
Yet Spock also gave little gifts to Jim besides the kiss that was mutually claiming. The heat of his thoughts pressed equally against all outlets, but for Jim's sake it was almost tentative. Want. An offering of himself that he made in exchange for a chance to understand and experience more, one that he denied to everyone but Nyota (until now--the universe never did create something from nothing).
His hand wandered down to more sensitive areas. Invite him closer, Spock murmured to them both, sparing the briefest glance to McCoy (Leonard). Not the indifferent glance he gave him in sickbay, not in the least. So, so curious to watch how the flame would react to a calming influence--and already hypothesizing that it would be swept up into the heat just the same.