Post by Randomlady on Oct 10, 2009 21:51:45 GMT -5
Shuichi moved his knight to the second level of the three-dimensional chess game and looked over the board at Spock. He nodded, approving the move which put one of his bishops in danger. The long, slender fingers of Shuichi’s right hand crept along the top of the table beside the board and caressed Spock’s left hand. He captured his hand in his raised it to his lips, the game forgotten.
Their duty tours were over for the day; there was a long night to follow. As they moved to the bed. Shuichi reached up to playfully dishevel Spock’s shining dark hair with the ruffle of bangs that started over his brow. He started to straighten it, but move his hand involuntarily went instead to Shuichi’s bangs, pushing them aside. Smiling, his eyes half closed in lazy anticipation, Spock held up his right hand, fingers spread, and Shuichi matched it with his left. The tactile contact sent a flow of warmth through him. Their eyes locked, and the look went deeper, mentally chaining them together.
