[Jim shifts so that the hand that had been on Spock's chest is now snaked up and over his hip loosely. He presses his forehead against Spock's shoulder (the small movement makes his head feel like it weighs a thousand pounds)--the coolness helps a little bit. He mutters:]
Feels good.
[He's rapidly losing consciousness as everything catches up with him and before even a couple of minutes pass, his breathing evens out and his face, which had been wincing slightly every once in a while, finally slackens.]
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Feels good.
[He's rapidly losing consciousness as everything catches up with him and before even a couple of minutes pass, his breathing evens out and his face, which had been wincing slightly every once in a while, finally slackens.]