"You better," was all she could whisper out, his voice sending a cool thrill through her that made her shiver in anticipation. Nyota could think of thousands of ways of making that happen; closing her eyes for a brief moment summoned at least three different images. Knowing what Leonard was doing behind her, how it made Spock feel, only served to encourage her imagination, and she pressed her hips close to his.
She turned her head just a little, just to see what they were doing behind her. She didn't want to be deprived of that sense any longer, and when she saw what he was doing to Spock's fingers she smiled. "He does," she assured him, stroking her thumb over the palm of the hand she held in his. With one eye still on them, she nuzzled her nose against the slope of Kirk's neck so she could feel the way his skin vibrated as he spoke. "Say something," she murmured, her voice low and breathy. "Anything. Talk to me Jim."
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Date: 2009-11-09 09:28 am (UTC)She turned her head just a little, just to see what they were doing behind her. She didn't want to be deprived of that sense any longer, and when she saw what he was doing to Spock's fingers she smiled. "He does," she assured him, stroking her thumb over the palm of the hand she held in his. With one eye still on them, she nuzzled her nose against the slope of Kirk's neck so she could feel the way his skin vibrated as he spoke. "Say something," she murmured, her voice low and breathy. "Anything. Talk to me Jim."