Her eyes followed Leonard as he moved, seeking the same reassurance that he did; was this what he wanted? There was a certain comfort in having him close, in feeling him step behind her and stay there, solid and warm. He had always been a soothing presence and she trusted him implicitly, even when he was frustrating her to high heavens. But they could all do that, and they all did on a regular basis.

For a moment her attention was pulled between the two; between the hot hot heat of Jim, of Spock, and the cool balm of Leonard. The feel of her hand being drawn up and familiar lips brushing over her skin drew her out of the sensation, though the memory of how good it felt remained.

"God I hope so," Nyota all but moaned, unsure when her voice became so low and breathless.