His captain's hands were strong and broad. And a small part of him had already noted this. For this purpose.
"Jim!" It wasn't a hiss and it wasn't a yell and it wasn't completely indignant. His hand closed tight around a handful of Jim's shirt at the collar, hand nearly shaking with the force of the grip. Then he twisted some more, other hand braced at the edge of the chair, and he pulled against Jim's shirt, trying to shift to a more comfortable position. Something other than sprawled across his lap like this.
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Kirk/Spock - I challenge the validity of your supposed qualifications.
Date: 2010-02-14 11:38 pm (UTC)His captain's hands were strong and broad. And a small part of him had already noted this. For this purpose."Jim!" It wasn't a hiss and it wasn't a yell and it wasn't completely indignant. His hand closed tight around a handful of Jim's shirt at the collar, hand nearly shaking with the force of the grip. Then he twisted some more, other hand braced at the edge of the chair, and he pulled against Jim's shirt, trying to shift to a more comfortable position. Something other than sprawled across his lap like this.