His eyes closed as his brows came together, exhaling a breath to the side as he clenched around Jim's finger, less because of the touch and more because of his words. A hand also lay at the back of his neck, a constant, cool weight that encouraged him to keep still. Shouldn't, was the small feeling that flickered through at that suggestion. He kept his shields up for a reason.
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Re: Kirk/Spock -
Date: 2010-02-16 03:47 am (UTC)