[Jim's hands come up to rest over the top of Spock's, affection genuine and flowing easily over their bond and link, but it's streaked with that possessiveness, now coming out more frequently from that area.
He ducks in to occupy Spock's lips and his own.
You want me to be honest? There's a slight tightening of his fingers over Spock's hands. I'm afraid of what'll happen if she shows up here. And there's a slight change in his mindscape, now cool and damp instead of warm and bright. He knows how ugly what he's saying is. He knows there's no solution to this. He knows they discussed this, spent time away from each other for this. That still doesn't touch the very densest part of his worries, though. Nothing will, short of Uhura herself showing up and forcing everybody's hand.]
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He ducks in to occupy Spock's lips and his own.
You want me to be honest? There's a slight tightening of his fingers over Spock's hands. I'm afraid of what'll happen if she shows up here. And there's a slight change in his mindscape, now cool and damp instead of warm and bright. He knows how ugly what he's saying is. He knows there's no solution to this. He knows they discussed this, spent time away from each other for this. That still doesn't touch the very densest part of his worries, though. Nothing will, short of Uhura herself showing up and forcing everybody's hand.]