overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[ He remains perched above Jim, not yet pulling out of him until he can trust his own movements–each movement tingling throughout his lower extremities and causing him to shudder. Coupled with that and the fact that he doesn't want to withdraw from Jim yet, physically or otherwise.

But he must if none other than to save themselves future discomfort. He withdraws slowly, a low sound emanating from deep in his throat as he does. He has the presence of mind by now to use the corner of Jim's sheets to wipe his stomach before he collapses gracelessly to the bed beside Jim.

He falls further into the meld as well, his hand still on Jim's face, wrapping himself in Jim's presence like a blanket, like coming home. ]

[It's vaguely unpleasant feeling the withdrawal but having Spock still connected through the meld made the discomfort minimal.

He wonders why Spock chose to go to one side of him, floating that question through the meld as he wraps his arms around Spock's torso, reeling him in close. The coolness from Spock feels even better this close, with this much skin contact. He can't help the sunny radiance being emitted from his side, none of that darker storminess from earlier in sight.

The haze begins to clear further revealing the end of their cord on Jim's side wrapped impossibly tight around the rest of his entanglement, stretched tight with the strain. There's an ache in his head that's starting to pound, enough to penetrate even at this depth.]

[ He's–surprised by Jim wanting him so close, almost unabashedly so. Humans often found his body to be too cool for comfortable prolonged contact so Jim's insistence of it throws him off balance. Thankfully it's only for a moment, the meld allowing him to feel Jim's fondness for it. He settles more deeply into the bed and into themeld.

Only to tense slightly, feeling the beginnings of that strain and coherent enough to identify the cause. He inspects the cord and tangle, not wishing to make it worse by attempting to soothe it. He knew that a bond affects Humans differently than Vulcans, recalling his mother's description of her own similar experience. He should withdraw for now, end the meld and allow the mind to adjust to the bond ... ]

[There's some amusement at the body temperature non-issue if only because he usually runs too warm and he gets kicked out from blankets due to overheating partners.

He can feel the tensing on multiple levels--he's not quite sure what the significance is of the cord on his end, he just knows that whatever's done is done, Spock should just stay in the meld. Although those thoughts about his mother...

What did she have to say about bond--

His first solid coherent thought in quite some time is cut off abruptly with a sharp stab of pain in his head that causes him to wince under Spock's hand and the cord to cinch tighter.]

[ And with that, Spock is already moving to end the meld, gently withdrawing from the deep recesses of Jim's mind. Once he's completely withdrawn his drops his hand from Jim's face, half-sitting up on his elbow to carefully watch Jim's expression. ]

Are you all right, Jim?

[When he feels the withdrawal, there's another sharp stab painful enough to get him to gasp. He squints his eyes to look up at Spock--the light was starting to bother him.]

Other than this splitting headache, yeah.

[He uses his hand to rub at his eyes and then through his hair (which is fantastically messed up) to see if that would help.]

It is as I thought. You are adjusting to the bond.

[ He gets up from the bed reluctantly to dim or turn off the lights to Jim's room. ]

[Now that he was really coming down off of his afterglow, the ache was becoming more prominent and starting to pound behind his eyes. That plus a week's worth of insomnia and dehydration from drinking as well as emotional whiplash was leaving Jim in a sorry state.

He grabs a pillow from further up the bed and places it over his eyes.]

I hope this isn't going to turn into an "I told you so".

Would you find it appropriately chastising if it were?

[ But he takes some mercy on Jim, spying a bottle of water Jim has in his room and brings it back to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. ]

Ugh.

[He can't even think of something snappy to say to that right this second. When the bed dips again, he removes the pillow and props himself up on his side with an elbow. He takes the bottle gratefully and drinks half of it in one go. Jim lays back down heavily and rubs at his face again muttering:]

If you expect me to say "you were right I should have listened", you'll be waiting a while.

[There's a small smirk here because dammit, he'd do it again too. Even if it did feel like someone was driving an ice pick into his skull.]

I expect no such thing.

[His eyes are closed for now but the sarcastic slant to his smile softens. He blindly reaches out and gropes for Spock, finding a forearm and trailing it down to thread their fingers together.]

Good.

[ Spock doesn't reply verbally to that, but he laces his fingers with Jim's.

He also keeps a barrier up from the normal touch telepathy, preventing Jim from exercising his ability here to minimize his headache. ]

[He tugs a bit at Spock's hand indicating him to come closer. He's grateful for the barrier at the moment--he's not sure how much more he could take at this point in terms of building up his headache. He's had some bad hangovers in the past but this was blowing all the rest away.]

[ He glances down at Jim at the tug, not understanding what the tug is for. ]

[He cracks an eye open.]

C'mere.

... You wish me to lie next to you?

[His brows furrow.]

Yeah?

[He pulls a little bit more--he'd be more amused in another circumstance.]

[ He's still a bit perplexed as to why Jim would want that, but he moves to lie back down, maneuvering so he can pull the sheets up as well. Now that they've started to cool off, Spock is actually a little chilled. ]

Never done this before?

[He runs his thumb up Spock's hand and moved closer, settling into the bed and closing his eyes once more.]

I have, though my body temperature is typically found to be unpleasant by my partner.

[ He settles close to Jim though he remains on his back, pulling the covers up fairly high for himself. ]

[He's overtaken by a bone-deep (soul-deep?) exhaustion. Between that and this migraine (headache at this point is too tame), he's having issue staying awake, though he's trying. He's on his stomach facing towards Spock.

There's a slight twinge of jealousy here but he can't even be bothered to acknowledge it--there's no reason to be, after all.

His words come out slightly slurred:]

I get that--'M usually too warm.

[As though for demonstration, he puts the hand closest to Spock under the blankets and splays it out across his chest, where his heart might be if he were human. Still kind of bizarre to feel nothing but the faint vibrations of where his heart actually is.

He was sure he'd get used to it eventually.]

[ At least there, Jim will get to feel the expanse of his chest, feel the rise of it as he breathes. But Spock is very appreciative of Jim's warmth just then, the sensation of Jim's hand pleasant.

It makes Spock more confident to wrap his own arm around Jim as well, shifting closer and turning towards him just slightly to do so. ]

[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.]

[ He had lifted his other hand to the back of Jim's neck when they shifting to face each other more, finger pressing in slightly. He runs his fingertips along his spine and the bade of Jim's head, pressing into the pressure points to try and relieve his migraine however slightly there.

Once he realizes Jim's unconsciousness, there's a light smile spreading across his expression. ]

Rest well, Jim.

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