Leonard's smile--something new, something comforting like Nyota's presence and Jim's honey thoughts, something he wants to see more and know the origin of. He slid closer to him, a little behind him, shifting his grip with Nyota to the other hand so he could maintain the two-way feed, tasting Jim while he tasted Leonard.

Spock's lips brushed his shoulder while his hand palmed the strong muscles of his back, slid down smooth over the small of it. Committing it all to memory yet also adding to his own imagination. He placed a tentative kiss at the side of Leonard's neck, and let slip his present project: imagining this strength and focused energy against his body, his nails digging into these shoulder blades, that southern drawl in his ear.