Whatever it looked like, Jim would probably have felt the urge to get as close to Spock as humanly possible as quickly as possible regardless of gender. Affirmation of life after adrenaline-fueled uncertainty was nothing new, though it was only recently it had taken this form with them. Even so, he could hardly separate the variant circumstances from one another. He and Spock were safe, together, and Spock was a hot chick. Any one of those three things alone was more than enough reason to sigh into him/her, flowing even closer between Spock's thighs, the hand in his hair--not tugging, but suggesting it--sparking thoughts that touched Len but were not exclusively involving him.

Though his mouth was occupied, Jim was by no means quiet.

Beautiful, god you're beautiful, Spock, and we're back, you're back, I have you here...