[ Damn again. He was half-hoping for a chance to meditate since it would help to calm his mind. Neither here nor there now.
With a slow deep breath, Spock shifts his hands away from his grip on Jim's ass. One resettles on his hip, the other raises to Jim's face, cool fingertips gently touching his cheekbone, his temple, and his jaw. ]
My mind to your mind, [ he whispers, his voice low and tight in an effort to control the cold flutter of dread in his stomach. ] My thoughts to your thoughts ...
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With a slow deep breath, Spock shifts his hands away from his grip on Jim's ass. One resettles on his hip, the other raises to Jim's face, cool fingertips gently touching his cheekbone, his temple, and his jaw. ]
My mind to your mind, [ he whispers, his voice low and tight in an effort to control the cold flutter of dread in his stomach. ] My thoughts to your thoughts ...