[ Spock had almost thought Jim fell asleep, he'd been laying there so long without moving. Spock had started drifting too so he's startled when Jim rolls to face him, lifting one arm to accommodate Jim's movements.
There's a hitch in his throat at the sight of Jim's face though, his eyes and the content found there more breathtaking than anything they just did. The peace and sense of wholeness washing into Spock's mind is enough to keep his breath caught even as Jim leans in for a kiss. The arm that was draped over his hip slides up Jim's back, his cool, dry skin a delightful antithesis to Jim's sweaty heat.
And then there's that sense of smugness again at the unfinished, unspoken threat, gratified at the compliment it implies as well. There may even be a smirk on his lips at Jim pulls back, if he doesn't close his eyes immediately after. ]
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There's a hitch in his throat at the sight of Jim's face though, his eyes and the content found there more breathtaking than anything they just did. The peace and sense of wholeness washing into Spock's mind is enough to keep his breath caught even as Jim leans in for a kiss. The arm that was draped over his hip slides up Jim's back, his cool, dry skin a delightful antithesis to Jim's sweaty heat.
And then there's that sense of smugness again at the unfinished, unspoken threat, gratified at the compliment it implies as well. There may even be a smirk on his lips at Jim pulls back, if he doesn't close his eyes immediately after. ]