[Jim has had his own amusement reflected back at him so often that he recognizes Spock's right away. Instead of defending himself about it, he projects back his enjoyment of the slight pain, of the power he knows Spock has physically over him.
His hands slide to the sides of Spock's neck, thumbs resting under the angles of his jaw. The ebb and flow of the emotions that cross between them over their bond is something Jim hadn't realized how much he'd miss until it was gone. That ache is a lot stronger now than it had been earlier in his office.]
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His hands slide to the sides of Spock's neck, thumbs resting under the angles of his jaw. The ebb and flow of the emotions that cross between them over their bond is something Jim hadn't realized how much he'd miss until it was gone. That ache is a lot stronger now than it had been earlier in his office.]