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"Where has everyone gone?
My darling, and my dearest pointed-eared friend.. Why, it saddens me immensely."
Okay, replies will happen for logicandprosperity (old friends), M'Benga (an earful), captainofthesky (injured Spock), and askbonesmccoy (slip of the tongue), but Internet is super slow. Also, that's all the drafts I have so if you aren't on that list, I don't know that IOU/I think you owe me. LLAP Carrie & Beta
And It Seems So Long Ago
"Is no Russian food!" Chekov exclaimed under his breath as he surveyed the small boxes and airtight bags behind the glass doors of the freezers. "I do not vant macaroni end cheese. I vant coulibiac or shashlik. Hmph. I em going to look et ze fish."
With that, he walked to the end of the aisle, leaving Spock and their pitifully empty cart in the middle of the frozen goods section. Herring fillets. "Vell, is better zan nosing," he said to himself, opening the freezer door and taking several of the bags. It would be really nice to have some sturgeon--but they don't even have that, either.
The ensign harumphed and dropped the bags into their cart, then turned to Spock. "Is fruit end vegetables zat vay," he said, gesturing to the corner of the store.
When Chekov and Spock had beamed down into their poorly decorated San Francisco flat no more than three hours ago, Pavel had naturally assumed that anything that could be replicated in the 2200's could be purchased in the 1980's, and he had been wrong. He had already scoured two aisles of so-called "foreign foods" and found goods from every country but Russia and an entire wall of shelves devoted to cans and bags and boxes labeled only in Mandarin Chinese or Kanji (this, he knew from his time at the Academy, was due to the city's relative closeness to the Asian coast and nearby islands; they had already passed several people speaking rapid, heavily accented Chinese and Japanese and what Chekov believed was Korean, which was one thing that hadn't changed in almost 280 years). There were Israeli tea biscuits and decorative tins of Scottish butter cookies and canned brats, but he had found for all of his searching not even one can of borsch or okrashka or schi. The young man couldn't help but to feel slightly offended.
The wheels of the cart screeched and rumbled on the linoleum tiles as the two officers merged with the small, scattered crowd in the produce section. The open area smelled organic and earthy and there were colors everywhere, vivid greens and reds and yellows in every direction. Pavel gestured to the bag dispenser on a pole adjacent to the nearest crate of vegetables. "You put zem in ze bag, da?"
Joanna's father was... overbearing. As soon as the crop failure scare had been dealt with she'd been whisked aboard the Enterprise fast enough to get whiplash. He'd spent the next few hours doing nothing but holding her and telling her he loved her. And she loved him too but she just couldn't deal with it. She felt like she was suffocating. Joanna was relieved when he had to head down to medbay. He told her where she could go and where she couldn't and headed off to work.
Joanna was out the door in an instant. And lost in minutes. She should have seen it coming, honestly. She had no directional skills at all. The ten year old McCoy found herself wandering down hallway after hallway on the large ship growing more and more insecure and nervous as time went by. She was about to start panicking when she rounded the corner and nearly walked right into Commander Spock. "Ah! Oh!" she relaxed when she realized whom it was she'd bumped into. "I'm sorry. I'm lost."
SHE JUST POSTED A PICTURE OF HERSELF IN A SCHOOL GIRL UNIFORM WITH THE CAPTION "WAITING FOR SENPAIS TO NOTICE ME SINCE 1992"
Yes good, Spock's feelings towards the Nic are the same as Javert's. A rather nonviolent man wanting to kill him. All is right with the universe.
Handcanon
Not everything involving the manipulation/touching of a Vulcan's hands is sexually arousing.
Yes. The hands are exceptionally sensitive and highly responsive to physical stimulation, but sexual arousal does have a mental component. There are a variety of kinds of touches- for both humans and Vulcans- only some of which can result in sexual arousal.
Circumstances and environmental factors have a lot to do with how the same touch is perceived.
For example-- a Vulcan receiving a medical evaluation is not likely to be aroused even when the most sensitive areas of his body are touched. It will be uncomfortable, but hardly arousing. For a human perspective...you don't typically feel aroused during a gynecological exam or a prostate exam even though that does involve some very intimate touching. It has almost everything to do with context and the relationship between those involved.
Similarly, an uninvited touch of the hand is more likely to be painful than arousing. The area is exceptionally sensitive and certainly erogenous, but not every contact with a Vulcan hand is going to give you a sexually aroused Vulcan-- that would make daily life pretty difficult. Yes, Vulcan's consider casual touches anything but casual, but that does not mean any sort of touching is going to be perceived as sexual.
More likely than not it's going to be perceived as rude-- a forced intimacy.
That being said...yes, under the correct circumstances, hand manipulation can be exceptionally arousing. Just don't expect it every time you go snatching at them.