[Feeling the crash again sends shockwaves through him as he lets out a small moan, already sensitive but knowing this was how Spock perceived it...
His whiteout is slow to clear, and he's practically boneless from all the tension that has gone from his body.
He lays there trying to catch his breath, and only after a couple of minutes of piecing his mind back together after it was blown away does he have the sense to bring his hands up to rest on either side of Spock's face. He etches the look of Spock's face in the afterglow into his mind before pressing their lips together lazily. The white-hot lust has cooled down to something warm and tender, soft edges and glowing and pervasive as it flows from Jim's mind to Spock's uninterrupted.]
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His whiteout is slow to clear, and he's practically boneless from all the tension that has gone from his body.
He lays there trying to catch his breath, and only after a couple of minutes of piecing his mind back together after it was blown away does he have the sense to bring his hands up to rest on either side of Spock's face. He etches the look of Spock's face in the afterglow into his mind before pressing their lips together lazily. The white-hot lust has cooled down to something warm and tender, soft edges and glowing and pervasive as it flows from Jim's mind to Spock's uninterrupted.]