kisses him , gently , softly , as if the galaxy's tender anger was laced upon his lips .
THERE IS NO DESCRIPTION FOR SENSATIONS such as these . there is nothing in vulcan , nothing in standard , that can even come close to capturing the thudding of his heart in his side , the gentle b r u s h of jim ’ s lips against his , the NEBULAS that paint themselves on the back of his eyelids when they touch skin to skin . jim ’ s body is hot against his own , soft and pliant where spock is sharp and firm . it is a contrast a more poetic man would add in ink to the annals of time .
spock ’ s hands rest on jim ’ s waist , fingers beginning to DIG into the fabric of his shirt , the tender f l e s h that lies beneath . his head swims with their proximity , mind reeling with the gentle pressure of emotion that rolls off of jim ’ s body in waves . he forces himself to pull back just enough to draw breath , lips brushing against jim ’ s as he speaks in low , dulcet tones . ❛ jim . ❜ something in the fond urgency of his tone suggests that this is not the first time he has attempted to get the other ’ s attention . ❛ you have not slept in approximately 36.8 hours . i do not believe that this is the most productive use of your time . ❜
