Nyota stilled for a brief moment, pulling back enough to look into those terrifyingly blue eyes. She hadn't meant to make him shudder, at least not in that way, and sliding her palm to rest against his cheek she gave him a gentle smile. As Jim moved closer to her, that hand continued around - slowly - to the nape of his neck, curling her fingers in his hair.
His hands were so different from Spock's, a little rougher on her skin, but she enjoyed it and encouraged him with a quiet murmur. Her eyes closed again, and she couldn't see what Leonard and Spock were doing. But she could hear, and she could feel, the mixed sensations flushing her body with a warm glow that frustrated as much as it pleased her. Tilting her head, she caught Jim's lips in a feverish kiss, trying to find a focus for the overwhelming feelings. He tasted like something sweet followed by a slow burn, and if she had to name it she would say he tasted like the stars.
Her fingers slipped from Spock's for a brief moment as she felt the soft brush of fabric, and she whimpered against his lips at the loss of contact. And then he was back, and she leaned into Jim, trailing her hand from his neck to trace the curve of his spine. When her hand reached the small of his back, she pressed her palm flat, pulling him closer so she could feel more of his skin against her. That was all she could think about; feeling him, feeling all of them, wanting them oh so close.
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Date: 2009-11-08 11:46 am (UTC)His hands were so different from Spock's, a little rougher on her skin, but she enjoyed it and encouraged him with a quiet murmur. Her eyes closed again, and she couldn't see what Leonard and Spock were doing. But she could hear, and she could feel, the mixed sensations flushing her body with a warm glow that frustrated as much as it pleased her. Tilting her head, she caught Jim's lips in a feverish kiss, trying to find a focus for the overwhelming feelings. He tasted like something sweet followed by a slow burn, and if she had to name it she would say he tasted like the stars.
Her fingers slipped from Spock's for a brief moment as she felt the soft brush of fabric, and she whimpered against his lips at the loss of contact. And then he was back, and she leaned into Jim, trailing her hand from his neck to trace the curve of his spine. When her hand reached the small of his back, she pressed her palm flat, pulling him closer so she could feel more of his skin against her. That was all she could think about; feeling him, feeling all of them, wanting them oh so close.