[Sometimes Alone, Sometimes Never] - [Kirk and ???]

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Kirk walked silently from the party, his stomach churning violently. He didn't stop at anything, not even quiet comments in the hall directed towards him. He walked straight towards the bridge, needing it in a way he didn't even fully realize himself. It was his place to center himself.

When he got up to the bridge, there were only two people there. One who was keeping track of space around them and making sure their orbit stayed steady, and the other was on the communications console, looking bored. He gave a thin smile to both, "At ease, if you would." He gave a gesture with his head, "Fifteen minutes, please."

They got the clue at least, and within the minute, the bridge was his. Alone, silent except for the beeping of the consoles around him. Kirk took a long, deep breath and walked across the bridge, fingers caressing as he went along chairs and consoles until he sat down in his chair.

God dammit, his ass groove felt off.

After a few squirms, Kirk settled down into the faux leather and closed his eyes. It felt like being home. This was his home, now. This ship, this bridge, this seat. He let himself just... sit. Breathe.

When he felt himself relax, almost half asleep, he realized something he had to do. "Computer. Last known date and time when Yeoman Harold Lee was aboard this ship."

"Last known scan of Yeoman Harold Lee - One week, two days, sixteen hours, and forty-two minutes."

Kirk's heart fucking stopped in his chest. He knew it wasn't keeping exact track of any one person on the ship so that number wasn't quite right but... but... How could someone have been off the ship for so long and no one noticed!?

He dropped his head into his hands and let out a small sound. Because of me. They were so worried about George and me that no one even noticed.

"Computer. At my location, give me a list of all transports on or off the ship in the last two weeks." It took only moments to bring up things he already knew, and a few he didn't, but none of them were unknown to the ship or had been marked as safe. (Another one to the Narada... he hated it.)

Harold Lee had not been beamed off this ship, but wasn't on it anymore. "Fuck." He whispered, leaning back in the chair, trying to think. Harold was from another universe to begin with... could he have ended up back there? Could Harold still have his padd? Would sending a message work? So, Kirk gave it a shot. it wasn't a huge surprise when within seconds he received a message saying the padd was unreachable.

...Harold, be okay. Fuck. If he wasn't beamed off, and a quick check said no shuttles had come or gone except Ephram Green's... there seemed little other reason. Fuck. He needed to talk to Spock about this...

Spock. Fuck. Another thing he didn't know how to deal with.

The other Spock was dealing with Nero and the Narada... Bones had his mother and daughter to deal with...

Kirk opened his eyes and looked around the empty bridge, and winced. This was home, but right now, he couldn't be here.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to no one, feeling frustrated. He gave a loving stroke over the armrest of his chair, then left the bridge entirely. In the morning, he could deal with everything, including Harold, including Spock, including Bones.

Wasn't this party supposed to have been restful and fun, or something similar?

Kirk went up to his room, stripped down, tugged the mask off, and just fell face forward into his bed. Just want to sleep.

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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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Once again Nyota opened herself up, enjoying the shared experience that reignited the warm pool of desire she had felt earlier beneath Spock's hands. It was almost as if she could feel Jim against her, the press of his lips, though not quite.

Looking back over to McCoy, she held out the hand that Jim had dropped, beckoning him closer. "Leo," she murmured, her voice soft yet firm. "Come here."

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Fuck, she was beautiful, Bones thought, standing there in the shadows as he shuffled, barefooted toward her. He took her hand in his and laced their fingers together, eyes only on her despite the soft noises coming from Spock and Kirk. He could sense in her a hint of his own worry and wonder, a feeling of being a third wheel, an accessory; he wanted her to know that for him, she was welcome and appreciated.

One hand came to rest lightly on her shoulder as he stood behind her, and kissing the side of her head, he leaned close to her, eyes finally turning to watch Kirk and Spock.

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What drew him to Spock, Kirk could no longer say. Like a moth to the flame, or maybe better, two magnets forced together by nature. They complimented each other, but had little balance. Uhura and Bones were the ones that balanced them. Together, as four, they stood strong. A square, solid and true.

Kirk's hands thought nothing of this, just sliding under Spock's shirts with a single minded determination. He wanted Spock, wanted Uhura, wanted Bones, mind already producing hungry images that he barely even could fully realize before they moved onto something else. The idea of how Nyota might taste against his tone, how Spock would feel in him, would Bones dare take either of them... endless, endless possibilities.

His thumbs smoothed over pale skin at the lower back, mouth encouraging anything Spock would bring to him, encouraging him to not have to be gentle. He could take it, and even more then that, wanted it. Flame, fire, heat. Which it was... could no longer be told.

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He peppered the rest of Jim's jaw with the biting kisses like before, marking skin that had yet to flush or be tasted. The thoughts forming and nearly overflowing from Jim's thoughts were easily skimmed off, but even this small snippet sent ripples through him, made him grip his fingers into rounded muscle.

His mouth dipped lower to that delicate neck, but his lips were soft over the tattoos. He licked the long, fine line of one before drawing away, opened his stance a little towards Nyota and Leonard but one side of him was still firmly pressed against Jim. Their gazes didn't waver as he then brought Nyota's hand to his mouth, and kissed her knuckles, taking comfort and passion and security from the motion.

"Do you still insist that we cannot do this here?" Spock asked Jim in a low voice, his lips still brushing Nyota's skin. Perhaps she could distinguish the subtle change and rounding of his vowels as they tend away from Standard and towards Vulcan. "Or have your conditions been...satisfied?"

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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.

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"Stay." Kirk whispered, "Please." He watched Spock's mouth, the way of that pure heat tracing Uhura's skin. He shifted his weight and moved to gently nose the side of Bones' head, rumbling into his ear.

"...wanna feel all of you against me." He whispered, just barely loud enough that he thought of them would be able to hear them. His hands slid along Bones' body, brushing against Uhura's, tilting his gaze towards Spock hungrily.

He reached over to grasp Spock's hand with a little smirk, pupils wide, and tried to force a single image to the surface. Spock's hands holding his to keep him locked there, fucking him good and hard as he ate out Uhura, her tasting Bones--scratch--Bones taking Spock?

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The look Bones gave Kirk was familiar - fondness mixed with little smile at Kirk's greediness. But he nodded all the same, knowing that contact was so important to Kirk, the feeling on skin-on-skin driving him deeper into the experience.

One thing was certain - they were all wearing too much clothes. Still standing behind Nyota, Bones' hands slid down off her shoulders and down the side, coming to rest around her waist, fingertips grazing under her shirt, such soft skin. Looking over at Spock, he reached down and tugged her top up and off her slim body.

One arm wrapped around her, feeling her skin against his own bare chest, he stepped them both closer toward Kirk, pushing her almost in front of Kirk so he could feel her softness as well. Standing much closer to Spock now, he could feel the heat coming off of him, and looking more confident that he felt, Bones reached out and ran his fingers of his free hand along the back of Spock's neck just as Kirk took Spock's hand in his own.

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One thing was certain: he had underestimated the flood of thoughts and emotions that would occur when he was in contact with all four of them at the same time. There was the foundation of Nyota's thoughts, seductive and keeping him rooted in reality, the somewhat-familiar flavour of Leonard now spiced with lust that feels warm and smooth, and then Jim's image. Spock already received it with startling clarity, but his own imagination filled in the blanks and sharpened the corners, hypothesized the possible physical sensations. Not only could he feel them, he could see them, Nyota and Leonard already half-nude...

It was, in short, overwhelming. His counterparts would have to erect their own shields against the accidental broadcast.

Spock closed his eyes, let out a shaky exhale (that wasn't a moan, by his own waning control) with his chin falling a little towards his chest before opening them again, to glance over to Leonard. Jim suggests that you fuck me. He informed him bluntly, so that the words would pierce through his own hazy thoughts. If any Vulcans were to see him, they would say that the edge of his lips was curling into a smirk. Is this a valid possibility? Would you enjoy that activity, Leonard?

He wasn't completely certain he himself would go through with it, but that wasn't the purpose of the question.

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In the few minutes Leonard had been involved in this unique situation, once it became a reality, a few idea, configurations danced in his head, but none of them had involved that. Trust Kirk to have envisioned that, he mused to himself, the hand wrapped around Nyota sliding off her to stroke Kirk's arm softly.

Unsure of his own voice right now, Bones just looked at Spock, as if he hadn't heard it. After a moment, he slowly nodded, his own mouth forming a small smile. Not a smirk or a leer, but something more genuine, warmer, maybe the first real smile he'd ever offered the Vulcan. Yeah, he could do that.

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

This entire situation was new; a little confusing, and more than a little exciting. Through her fingertips she could still feel the bright spark of pleasure that electrified her nerves. She was so, so warm, with Leonard pressed behind her and Spock to her side, Jim so close. Yet at his words, at the images her mind brought forward, a shiver ran down her spine.

She dutifully raised her arms, dropping Spock's hand long enough to allow Leonard to get rid of her top. She was insanely grateful, and reached behind her with her other hand to stroke light fingertips over the curve of his shoulder, just to touch him. As soon as she was pushed closer to Jim, her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a salacious grin.

She pressed her free hand against his chest, sliding it up until her fingers rested against the curve of his neck as it met his shoulder. There, just for a second, she lingered, feeling the beat of his pulse. It was strong, just like him, and she gave into temptation, leaning forward to press her lips against his neck. Her tongue flicked out to taste him with a soft exhalation that wasn't quite a moan, not yet. She continued up with slow, gentle kisses, until she reached the smooth slope of his jaw. "Jim," she murmured against his skin, her hand tightening around Spock's.

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When her fingers touched his neck, Kirk tensed. Not just a small thing, but like a brief shock that passed through his system. He almost pulled back when it passed through, but she moved her hand and it turned to kisses. As soon she did, he relaxed as well. He leaned into the touch, trembling just for the briefest moment before grinning. "All yours. All of you."

His hands came up, gently stroking up her sides and brushing his thumbs over the side swells of her breasts. A part of him was amazed that he was being able to touch her like this, feel that smooth warm skin beneath his hands. He leaned in to her body, mouth to the side of her head. "Beautiful."

He could feel Spock there, a trembling feeling in his chest, something he had felt another time before at a much grander scale.

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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.

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Bones stilled at the feel of Spock moving around him, his eyes closed slightly at Spock's mouth on him. It was infinitely softer than he expected, just the feel of lips on his shoulder.

He stood there a moment, head falling back just slightly as he felt Spock's kiss to his neck. He made a noise, his mouth open as he breathed out, didn't care about containing it, and as the fingers on his back moved lower Bones turned, hands dropping from Nyota, his body twisted sharply and he caught Spock's mouth with his own, kissing him harder than he planned, grabbing at Spock's shoulders to hold him still. Bones groaned again into the kiss, the mouth under his unfamiliar yet there was something there and he was unable to stop himself from feeling anything other than the need to control some small part of this situation that was threatening to engulf him.

Bones' hands slid to under Spock's shirt, fingers dancing at the waistband of his pants before reaching up to feel the hot skin of his torso, blazing under his fingertips. He began unbuttoning Spock's shirt from the bottom, stilling their kiss long enough to catch Spock's eye as his shirt began opening in front of him, the kiss resuming as he slowly pulled it back down over Spock's shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

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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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The sounds of the kiss he could hear behind him were pure liquid encouragement, small and subtle but igniting him in every fashion. They sung throughout his veins, pure and hot, until all he wanted to do was press Nyota against the wall of his room and taste every inch of her skin. The idea had merit. More then merit.

Kirk pulled his head back, one hand moving up to cup her cheek just for a second before his lips broke out into a dazzling grin. The tattoos around his eyes gave him an intense look, but the grin softened it away. He leaned in, whispering against her ear as his other hand traveled south to give that absolutely delicious ass a squeeze (every bit as fine as he thought it would feel). "Gonna make you feel so good." His voice was a promise.

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Spock kept his grip with Nyota, but his free hand wandered, caught Leonard's wrist after the shirt dropped and slowly slide up to his shoulder, feeling the faint crackle of nerves under his fingertips.

Skilled hands--surgeon's hands--touching and undressing him had been the cornerstone for many of his fantasies as a younger man ever since he had bothered to explore human culture. So it was equally overwhelming that this was happening: Leonard kissing him, first with that bright flash of human passion and the something a little gentler. The minor tension along Spock's shoulder was only partly due to the thrilling sense of accomplishment (that he kept to himself). While there was the relative warmth under his hands, the room was still cooler than he was used to in a half-dressed state. To ease the difference, Spock pressed up against Leonard, matching his torso inch for inch, and breaking the kiss so he could kiss his neck again and maximize their skin contact.

"Your quarters," Murmured with his lips brushing Leonard's skin, so quiet that it might have been a mental thought after all. "require more heat."

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Oh fuck, this wasn't supposed to feel this good. Bones' hands held on tight to Spock's elbows as he groaned quietly, so Spock could feel how this was affecting him, the rumbling in his throat urging the other man on. It was so different from Kirk, from the other two he'd been with on Risa. This Spock - there was a sharp edge to all their conversations, a barely-contained détente while on board, flashing eyes and scowls and turned backs...

Had that all been leading to this, where they could release the pressure that had built up between them. As one hand reached up, threading his fingers through Spock's hair, pulling gently, Bones pressed his mouth against Spock's cheek. "We'll try and warm you up," he murmured, nodding as he saw Kirk and Nyota slowly moving against each other.

His free hand reached for Spock's hand on his shoulder and caressed it, brushing the long fingers with his own before lifting the elegant hand to his mouth and pressing each tip to his mouth. Bones began pulling at the fastenings on Spock's pants as eyes fixed on Spock's face, wanting to catch his reaction to his tongue brushing those sensitive pads. "You like that?" he asked in a low growl.

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"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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Somehow there was a sense of irony that was delicious at the fact that Nyota wanted to hear his voice. He let his voice fill with everything he could feel, lowering the tone and making it ripple, "Anything you want," He started, the pads of his thumbs drifting across nipples. "You look beautiful... and look at the two of them. Fucking gorgeous together. Bones.. all tanned and gruff and dark and Spock's all pale and refined and light... wanna see the three of us make Spock cry out and mess up that perfect hair, wanna taste you on my tongue..."

He kept his eyes locked on Bones and Spock as he spoke, how strange the whole scene felt. Nyota under his hands, willing and wanting, Bones and Spock who fought so much, touching each other like that.

Fuck. Yea. If this was a dream... well, he wouldn't even think about waking up.

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Why did humans tend to do this? Make his hand so ridiculously sensitive with their fingers and then torture him with their lips and tongue? He averted his gaze from Leonard, a hot jade flush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. It appeared without much notice, and he wouldn't have been able to wrestle it back down if he did; Leonard's voice curled something tight and exhilarating along his lower chest and stomach. His lips parted to inhale a shaky breath, straightening and arching up slightly as if...other places had been licked.

The blush only intensified in shade as Nyota voiced what was already obvious, and he supported it with his own small nod and a "Yes." Spock added to it with a thought, one which held a playful note carefully filtered from slipping outside. Is your tongue as gifted as your fingers?

Regardless, he wouldn't stop him from discarding the rest of his garments.

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Fuck, Spock's slight loss of composure at that moment was ridiculously hot and unexpected, as if Bones was not sure what he thought it would be like.

Then he heard Spock inside his head, and a chuckle escaped Bones, broke the usually intense exterior, another almost shy smile. "I hope so," he whispered back aloud, not trusting his thoughts yet as his fingers slid inside Spock's pants, his hard wrapping around the long cock and squeezed it, groaning at how hard it was, how hot it felt in his hand.

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As he began speaking, Nyota let out a satisfied sigh, brushing her lips over the marks that Spock had made on his skin. The feel of his voice (and her mind was not too far gone that she couldn't pick out the way his inflection had changed to signify his desire) was almost as good as his fingers over her bare skin.

"They are," she agreed, watching and comparing the other two men. Just as she and Kirk managed to frustrate one another beyond belief, she knew the same was with Leo and Spock, and watching them work it out like this was intensely pleasurable. She could close her eyes and imagine his words easily; the two of them joining Leo in making that calm exterior break. Getting Spock to that delicious point where he started zigzagging between Standard and Vulcan was one of her favorite things to do. She watched Leo's hand dip into those pants (those should be off), and slid her hand around his middle to do the same with Kirk, tilting her gaze up to watch his reaction as she curled her long fingers around him.

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Even Nyota's hand could not draw his eyes away from Spock and Bones, but that didn't mean he wasn't paying attention. It felt almost more intense this way as those beautiful fingers slid against his skin and wrapped around him, making his cock throb in her hand. It pulled a low groan from his chest, nothing he even tried to stop, and was matched with a small thrust of his hips.

The rumors about him were at least not completely overly exaggerated. He nicely matched his body type and had never ceased to be disappointed nor did anyone he was with seem that way either.

He moved his mouth so he could breathe against her ear, letting words spill as they would, "Wanna taste both of you. Wanna feel how hot he'll be in my mouth, wanna hear him lose control. Wanna prove to you just how good I can make you feel. I fucking love eating a girl out... nothing makes them lose control faster. Bet you smell just like a woman should, strong and musky..."

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock lurched forward at the sudden cool touch, forehead pressing into Leonard's shoulder. It was automatic in that it hid how he closed his eyes, and he could breath the moan into his skin instead of the open air.

His mind couldn't help but point out the similarities to another situation, even in the heat of the moment. A hand wrapped around his cock, a low voice murmuring to him--

His hand fixed on Leonard's arm above the elbow. Tight at first, almost as if to move it away. Yet just as quickly as his mind had clicked to his memorizes and the building fear right at the edge of his thoughts, it argued against colouring this present picture. Simply feeling Leonard's bare hand and the buzz of pleasant thoughts was enough to sway him. This was allowed. Nyota was right there with him. He could enjoy this; Leonard wanted him to enjoy this. He could give and take pleasure as he wanted, nothing forced, and everything--comfortable.

Comfortable as in security, reassurance, trust. He trusted Nyota and Jim. He had trusted Leonard implicitly as a fellow officer and a doctor, but this was--he trusted him like the other two. Enough to allow him to touch and see and taste and hear when he wasn't in complete control of himself.

Spock's grip loosened, now simply resting against the skin. His hips thrust forward a little, seeking friction from Leonard's hand and the basic, physical pleasure it would bring.

If you believe I am hot in your hand, Almost teasing, if not clouded by a fog of lust. Imagine what I may be around you.