A whole new wave of excitement-uncertainty-(newthings)hope(?) came up, timed right at the end of Jim's words. Momentarily, his breath quickened as he felt the second finger begin to work in, but he dragged himself back down to his base calm with the aid of Jim's thumb at his neck.

What other items have you hidden? Spock questioned with that tentative hope, making another small sound as both fingers pressed, curved again into...