overanalytically | MoM Continuations

[ Spock catches that stray thought, making this the first time he's paused since he began, glancing up at Jim with his lips hovering over his chest still, one eyebrow cocked. ]

[When Spock pauses, his eyes shift to Spock's. He just genuinely grins, mirth not taking the form of a laugh but a warm burst across their link, his hand running through Spock's hair once more.]

[ A soft breath puffs against Jim's skin, the closest Spock will get to actually rolling his eyes. But at least the humor is answered in kind along the link, if also accompanied by an equal measure of exasperation.

It's at this point when his hands move higher, tugging the shirt in earnest now, pulling it over Jim's head and arms to take it completely off. ]

[Jim complies and helps Spock take his shirt off, still amused by Spock's reaction.]

[ When it's completely off and left somewhere over the side of the bed, the amusement fades once more into that concentration, Spock leaning in once again—but he lingers close instead of actually kissing him. Close enough that Jim can feel each breath, Spock hovers just over his mouth and chin, his hands once more trailing up from Jim's chest. They outline his shoulders now, the top of his arms, the cords of his neck and curve of his Adam's apple, leaving cool trails in his fingers' wake. ]

[That curiosity comes back full force as he watches Spock shift back to being focused, his hand dropping to go back to supporting himself. He tilts his head slightly, getting ready for a kiss himself, but comes up short when Spock stops as well, hovering. He wanted the kiss but he also wanted to know what exactly Spock was doing...but something was telling him not to ask, that he'd probably find out.

In the meantime, he moves his head slightly to allow Spock's hands to reach the full length of his neck, another shiver shooting down his spine, enough to give him goosebumps.]

[ And finally, his fingers rise to Jim's face as well, the tips cool as they caress over his jaw and cheeks, tracing along his eyebrows and the shell of his ear. Spock finally leans in close enough to brush their lips together when he threads one hand into his hair. ]

[Jim sits up a bit straighter, now that Spock was at his usual height and not hunched near his chest. He returns the kiss gently, bringing one hand up to rest on Spock's cheek, the other moving to grip at Spock's hip, no longer needing the extra support to sit up. And if he nips at Spock's bottom lip, it's not too hard.]

[ He sighs lightly against Jim's mouth at the nip, the hand in his hair sliding to the back of Jim's head, holding him close. He nips back at Jim's lip, and it's followed by a surge of determination within the link, Spock gathering courage for something ...

When the he completes the nip, lightly worrying at Jim's lip with his teeth, Spock breathes out against his mouth, the words soft and quiet and, surprisingly, in Vulcan. ]

Taluhk nash-veh k'dular.

[There's a small pleased sound that escapes his throat when Spock bites back.

His eyes had slid shut while they kissed and he reopens them when he feels Spock steeling himself for...whatever he's just said. A small thrill goes through him. Spock doesn't use Vulcan at random. He licks his lips before asking, by way of saying:]

My Vulcan isn't that advanced.

[ Oh. There's a pause in Spock's movements, a hitch in his thoughts—the determination experiencing something like a hiccup. It dims Spock's thoughts for a moment before he recovers quickly, the blip lasting for maybe less than a second as Spock resettles his thoughts.

The emotions behind the surface of the link churn briefly, as if he's debating how best to answer without betraying too much of himself, not allowing himself to be swept up in the emotions. He settles on a more clinical explanation: ]

Taluhk translates to something of value or precious. The layered meanings include the following: of great importance, having admirable or esteemed qualities or characteristics. [ A minor wave of hesitancy enters his thoughts as he continues. ] To be thought of as valuable, highly esteemed, dear to one's self or to others ... cherished.

[Jim feels the mental stutter and when Spock starts talking and Jim starts to correlate his words with his emotional state...well, now he knows where it came from.

There's a soft flutter from his end of the bond that's extinguished abruptly as Spock's words make his breath catch. There's a tightness in his chest that's not unpleasant.

He reaches up with his other hand so that they both frame Spock's face, their physical link quite strong with this amount of contact and proximity, in order to let the emotions welling up in him to flow freely towards Spock's mind.

There was no denying it anymore. It was pure, complicated love that squeezed at his heart and made him want to sink into Spock's essence, body and soul. And it terrified him, roots running deep and far from the surface of his mind. He couldn't say it out loud. Not yet. Underneath that was an equally strong wave of gratitude, that even more complicated than the love.]

[ Spock had unconsciously turned his face away when his thoughts stuttered, an attempt to save face in the emotional context of the conversation. But he turns back when Jim cups his other cheek, meeting Jim's eyes once again.

Now it's his breath that hitches in his throat as the wave of Jim's emotions flows through the link, eclipsing his own hesitancy. Spock responds to it immediately, an echoing wave of his own rising up to meet Jim's.

Spock's voice is even softer now, with a barely detectable tremble, ] It is a phrase often used between bondmates. Is this ... acceptable to you?

[Whatever his own hangups are, he can at least definitely feel Spock returning those feelings. They're real. He tries to store this feeling away in his memories to pull up later.

He nods slightly.]

Yeah...yeah it's fine.

[ Spock blinks—another hiccup in response, stronger this time, trying not to jump to conclusions. ]

Fine has variable definitions ...

[An immediate response from Jim's side of the link to soothe Spock.]

No, no I meant...it's definitely acceptable.

—Ah. [ The tension eases then, the stutter in his thoughts fading. ]

[When he feels the tension ease off, he leans back in for a gentle, heartfelt kiss.]

[ The rest of Spock's tension melts away at the kiss, leaving him feeling much more grounded now, his earlier hesitation gone.

As the kiss continues, it grows more bold, deepening with fervor now, and Spock switches easily to speaking telepathically again, not wanting to break the kiss. ]

Allow me to cherish you.

[Jim is relieved when the hesitation passes, eagerly allowing the deepening of the kiss.

At the choice of telepathic words, his chest clenches again. He responds with an air of acquiescence, not knowing how else to respond other than to trust Spock completely to do as he wanted.]

[ Spock continues to deepen the kiss, only pulling back when they both require air, though when he pulls back, it's with one last nip to Jim's lower lip.

As they both just breathe for a moment, Spock moves to remove his own top, leaving him as bare chested as Jim. He moves in once more when it's off, still gaining his own breath as he begins the slow process of mapping out Jim's lower half now. One might think the slow removal of clothing might be arousing, and in a sense it is, but with Spock's purposeful, measured pace, it's strangely more endearing than anything else.

His hands follow the curves of Jim's hips, moving from his straddling position over Jim to slide further down the bed, gently tugging down his clothing as he goes. ]

[When Spock removes his own shirt, Jim immediately places his hands over the newly bared skin, running them over the planes of his collar bones, his shoulders, his chest. If he's honest, it's taking a lot of effort not to pick up the pace himself. He's mostly curious at the mood and pace Spock is setting, so he holds back.

He only helps by lifting his hips to get the clothing down his legs properly, feeling oddly bare when he usually doesn't think twice about being naked.]

[ When Spock detects that hint of self-consciousness, he pauses in his lavishing attention on Jim's lower half (though, perhaps strangely, Spock is avoiding his more private areas, instead concentrating on his other bits of skin), leaning back up to kiss him soundly, a cool hand curling at the back of his neck. He continues until the sense of bareness fades from Jim's mind. ]

[That was strange--at least to Jim--but he doesn't have much time to contemplate it with the firm kiss that comes his way. Jim indulges himself in it, his own hands coming up to play at the waistband of Spock's pants, fingers running up and under it, general question arising across their link of whether Spock wants to run the show and have Jim be more responsive, or if Spock wants him to participate more freely.

The self-consciousness fades quickly enough, again overtaken by curiosity.]

[ Spock actually encourages Jim's playing with this pajama bottoms, the ultimate goal is for them to be naked together. He leaves the answer for Jim to decide, but Spock's plan is still forefront in his mind.

Once his bottoms are off, Jim will see that Spock is already on his way to hardness, his cock standing at half attention. But he seems to ignore himself for the moment, turning his concentration back on Jim. He slides back down the bed when Jim's self-consciousness ebbs away, directing his mouth to leave a cool trail down the side of his hip, dragging his teeth along the way. It's like he's trying to memorize every inch of Jim's body again, a hand running down the inside of his thigh and calf before he switches sides to cover the same areas. ]

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