[There's a fine sheen of sweat across Jim's body from exertion and he's radiating heat. Spock's comparatively cool body feels great as his heartrate slowly returns to normal.
He allows his consciousness to sink back deep into the meld, as though sinking into a warm bath. He's awed at the cord and its new strength, gently touching along it, not having words for what he felt at the moment. It was mostly a feeling that a bubble was about to burst inside his chest, he was so purely simply happy, like he'd never truly felt it before. Happy and sated even as the pleasure begins to fade, the haze beginning to clear up and far above them, there's the physical sensation of pulling behind Jim's eyes--not yet prominent enough to make him surface.]
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He allows his consciousness to sink back deep into the meld, as though sinking into a warm bath. He's awed at the cord and its new strength, gently touching along it, not having words for what he felt at the moment. It was mostly a feeling that a bubble was about to burst inside his chest, he was so purely simply happy, like he'd never truly felt it before. Happy and sated even as the pleasure begins to fade, the haze beginning to clear up and far above them, there's the physical sensation of pulling behind Jim's eyes--not yet prominent enough to make him surface.]