#aviophobics

silent screm

NARROWS EYES AT

                         the end of shift had brought spock to leonard’s quarters, feet almost subconsciously leading him there ── as he found to be the new norm with him.  always welcomed,  their routine had become a string of gentle touches  & praises.   (  if not,  a few alternate activities  ),   making this time they spent together among their most honest.                           even now,  spock assumed his usual position.   his back rests firmly against the couch,  arm curled about mccoy’s torso in a manner that exceeded the strength required for such a hold.  he wants the doctor as close as possible,   chin resting gently atop his head & fingers curling within his uniform.                          it seemed leonard’s breathing had become shallow, &  spock could definitely sense sleep in the other’s voice  as he told him about his day,  typical in sickbay as far as spock could tell.  a lull passes,  in which the vulcan allows his head to dip.  “ leonard ? ”   he mumbles, shifting slightly whilst his nose nuzzles into his lover’s hair.     “ i suggest that we rest. ”  doesn’t care if they remain there, but mccoy needed to sleep.  that much was clear.      “ i will tell you about my own shift tomorrow,  if you wish. ”   of course less typical due to his position in the landing party,  though not to discredit the immense amount of hard work the doctor’s job required.  “ would you prefer that i remain with you tonight ?  ”

                   for once in a great amount of time,   spock wanted to initiate their kiss.      it was typically leonard who would thread fingers into his hair or smile    &    lean in to steal affection from him,     however with each he began to understand the endearment attached to this particular act.       at times he even did the things that would make the doctor groan into his mouth,     chasing the thickness that his southern drawl became.                    spock’s knuckles brush against leonard’s jaw briefly,    fingers reaching fourth to drag along the back of his neck before they began snaking through brown strands.     his grip tightens,    pulling mccoy forward so that their lips crash together.    the force was a   mistake   on the vulcan’s part,    however one he does not particularly care about.    his mouth moves meticulously,    opposite arm reaching upwards in order to curl a hand about leonard’s bicep as he deepens the kiss.                      it was a selfish,   perhaps subconscious wanting of the doctor’s loss of control. wants to see him flush that gentle pink,    his breathing become weaker   &    the laziness in tone.    he had felt a longing for leonard that was only now able to be sated,    pads of his fingers tightening their grip.