MoM Continuations

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[The fog clears somewhat as he brightens at the kiss but there's still the desire to kiss--unfortunately there's a lack of energy.

He cringes slightly when Spock pulls out, having to get used to the feeling again. He lays there for a couple of minutes, building up his willpower. Finally, he puts all he has into rolling over so he can face Spock, not displacing either of his arms, but finally being able to see his face.

Jim's cheeks are flushed, making his half-lidded blue eyes stand out even more, glazed over as they are from possibly the best orgasm of his life. His hair is mussed and he's a wreck but there's an undoubtable sense of peace washed over him and seeping into their shared mindscape when he leans in to finally, finally capture Spock's lips with his own. There's more feeling behind it than in any he's given before that.

He's still attempting to catch his breath throughout this but some distinct words float between them including amazing, never come that hard before, and I swear to god if you torture me like that ever again... without any bite behind it and no effort to think of anything to threaten him with.

When their lips part, Jim's eyes slide shut as he's spent far beyond his limit.]

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[ Spock had almost thought Jim fell asleep, he'd been laying there so long without moving. Spock had started drifting too so he's startled when Jim rolls to face him, lifting one arm to accommodate Jim's movements.

There's a hitch in his throat at the sight of Jim's face though, his eyes and the content found there more breathtaking than anything they just did. The peace and sense of wholeness washing into Spock's mind is enough to keep his breath caught even as Jim leans in for a kiss. The arm that was draped over his hip slides up Jim's back, his cool, dry skin a delightful antithesis to Jim's sweaty heat.

And then there's that sense of smugness again at the unfinished, unspoken threat, gratified at the compliment it implies as well. There may even be a smirk on his lips at Jim pulls back, if he doesn't close his eyes immediately after. ]

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[Oh he catches it all right. He's just too wiped out to react properly other than the faint sense of amusement over the link. He's well on his way to drifting off. He mumbles almost incoherently:]

'M not moving for the next 12 hours...

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[ Spock leans in one more time, one last kiss brushed across Jim's lips before he himself settles on the bed, arms wrapped loosely around Jim's back. ]

I shell endeavor to remind you upon our waking.

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[And with that, he passes out, utterly sated.]

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[ The smirk slips into a soft smile before Spock joins him a few moments later. ]

12 HOURS LATER

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[True to his (not very well thought out) word, Jim begins to stir about 12 hours after the most intense sex of his life. He slowly wakes up out of a refreshing (for one) sleep, the only thing off being how sore he was. Not just his ass where he expects it, but his chest and hips are sore and...he slowly cracks open an eye, inhaling deeply and bringing up a hand to rub at his eye. A quick glance down reveals purpling bruises against his hips and on his chest. It was the painful kind of sore, not the deliciously warm kind of sore that was the rest of his body this...morning? afternoon? He wasn't sure.

Jim rubs at his face and he's never been this relaxed that he can remember. He feels...at peace. He's going to have a hard time leaving Spock's bed.]

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[ The movement and deeper inhale catches Spock's attention from the desk chair he's been sitting at. He's been up for a couple hours by bow, though he hasn't ... actually gotten up. Dressed in the sleep clothes they shucked aside last night, Spock still looks a little mussed and wholly not prepared for the day (afternoon by now).

He turns the chair to face Jim, his expression softened and hinting at a smile. ]

Good afternoon. I trust you rested well.

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[Jim's still gonna have to get used to that sight, as pleasant as it is. He's not used to anyone looking at him like that.]

Afternoon huh? I slept like a brick.

[He stifles a yawn by turning his head to the side. He looks back up at Spock going to move at the same time.]

How long've you been up--

[At the end of that sentence, he freezes and winces slightly. The soreness is much more obvious when he attempts to move.]

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Approximately 1.7 hours—[ But whatever he was going to say after is cut off by a light frown, catching his wince and stillness. ] ... Jim?

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[Slowly, very slowly, Jim sits up fully. Unlike Spock, he's stark naked. The bruises are obvious against his skin. He rubs at his hips, the side that primarilt got held down by Spock. There's a faint grin. As much as it hurt, there's a small part of him that's practically gleeful about the marks--like being possessed.]

Nothing this human body can't handle.

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[ Spock's frown only intensifies as he sees the dark bruises. A flare of guilt rises up in their bond—it seems intense for such a small thing, "louder" than it's felt int the past. ]

You are in pain?

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[Well that's weird. His features soften a bit as he attempts to calm that guilt down a bit.]

It's not bad, seriously.

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[ It ebbs slightly at least tho still present. ]

My apologies. That was not my intent.

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[There's a brief pause before he comes forward for a chaste kiss that's full of affection. He's still feeling part of the emotional rollercoaster from last night.]

I know.

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[ Jim's acceptance more than the kiss is what makes the rest of that flare of guilt die down to mere background noise, not dire enough for attention anymore. Well, the kiss does help too, but that's just more for making him relax again, returning it with his own small swell of emotion behind it. ]

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[He parts somewhat reluctantly and sits (gingerly) back on the bed stretching his arms out.]

You could've woken me up you know.

[He looks around on the ground and finds his abandoned underwear and shorts from last night and slips those back on.]

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[ Spock stoops from the desk chair to pick up his shorts, handing it to him by way of taking a seat on the bed near him. ]

You obviously needed the rest.

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[He casually shoulder bumps him with a small smirk once he's dressed.]

No thanks to you.

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[ There's a small quirk of an eyebrow at the contact, there and gone. ]

You do not protest it as you had at the time.

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[He frowns but his mental climate is still light and amused.]

Well yeah, I had no idea what the hell you were doing at the time.

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I would have thought it obvious.

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[This Look.]

...Yeah because you were probably thinking more than 5 seconds ahead of time. That was ruthless.

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Yet the effort was worth the result, was it not?

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I never said it wasn't, just the means to the end were questionable.