[ It is a very good thing that she has patience, because Leonard is set in his ways, and his ways are overly formal and archaic, even by Earth standards. He's determined to do this right, though. He and Jocelyn dated for a long time before they got married, and that didn't work out for either of them. (Granted, Joce wasn't his soulmate, but that's not the point he's making.) Spock is important to him. He wants to make it obvious that he's not rushing into this without taking the time to consider it properly.
He doesn't want her father to come after him with accusations that he bulldozed over Spock's culture and values by pushing for too much, too fast. An angry pa is not something any suitor wants to deal with, even if they are old enough on any planet to make these sorts of decisions without parental influence.
Besides, going on all these dates has made him feel almost like a teenager again, especially when they spend half the movie paying more attention to each other than the film, fingers slowly stroking together, the occasional human kiss when he can't restrain himself any longer, generally scandalizing anyone who's close enough to them to see what they're doing. It's been a long time since he felt young, especially since he spends most of his time surrounded by the Federation's best and brightest, almost all of whom seem to be nearly a decade younger than him.
Watching her dark eyes blink open, her lashes an ink-black fan spreading softly across her cheeks before she lifts them to look at him, sends a warm curl of fondness and an even warmer frisson of want washing through him, something she can surely sense since he's still touching her skin. ] I know, darlin', [ he drawls, his lips curling in a smile. ] It's a euphemism. I was asking you to show me your etchings. To invite me inside. [ He lifts an eyebrow pointedly, inclining his head a little towards her, and underscores his point by stroking his thumb up the fluted edge of her ear in a slow, deliberate caress. ]
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He doesn't want her father to come after him with accusations that he bulldozed over Spock's culture and values by pushing for too much, too fast. An angry pa is not something any suitor wants to deal with, even if they are old enough on any planet to make these sorts of decisions without parental influence.
Besides, going on all these dates has made him feel almost like a teenager again, especially when they spend half the movie paying more attention to each other than the film, fingers slowly stroking together, the occasional human kiss when he can't restrain himself any longer, generally scandalizing anyone who's close enough to them to see what they're doing. It's been a long time since he felt young, especially since he spends most of his time surrounded by the Federation's best and brightest, almost all of whom seem to be nearly a decade younger than him.
Watching her dark eyes blink open, her lashes an ink-black fan spreading softly across her cheeks before she lifts them to look at him, sends a warm curl of fondness and an even warmer frisson of want washing through him, something she can surely sense since he's still touching her skin. ] I know, darlin', [ he drawls, his lips curling in a smile. ] It's a euphemism. I was asking you to show me your etchings. To invite me inside. [ He lifts an eyebrow pointedly, inclining his head a little towards her, and underscores his point by stroking his thumb up the fluted edge of her ear in a slow, deliberate caress. ]