[ Leonard doesn't really want to know what Jim might think of his slow, methodical courting of Spock — the very definition of a sure thing since she's his soulmate and all — and has somehow, miraculously, avoided ever finding out. Either Jim has been practicing his new-found sense of circumspection, or he's been too busy to pay much attention to what his two best friends are doing, an option that's too ridiculous to even consider for very long. Maybe he's just been saving all his pestering for Spock and she's been too kind to tell him about it.
He's grown very good at telling when she's pulling his leg about not understanding a cultural reference, so the honest confusion on her face is met with a somewhat surprised, but indulgent smile as he follows her into her quarters and deliberately shuts the door behind them. ]
In the second half of the 19th century, Japanese woodblock prints of the Ukiyo-e style were hugely popular in Europe and especially in France, [ he explains, listening absently to the lock engage behind them as he resolutely crowds her up against the wall again so he can duck his head to kiss her in between his words, his hands dropping to settle on her body, first just gripping her hips and then sliding beneath her tunic to seek out her hothothot skin. ] Owning a collection of Japanese prints would be a sign of good taste and erudition. It was generally viewed to be an appeal to the person's good character. Asking someone to admire something so fashionable and exotic was considered a safe invitation in a time when most courtship was still done under the watchful eye of a chaperone. However, it's also a veiled reference to a sub-genre of Japanese prints known as Shunga, which is rather graphic pornography. By the mid-20th century, do you want to come up and see my etchings was widely understood to be a proposition in the same way that an offer of coffee or a cocktail might be.
[ He presses a grin into the skin of her neck just below her ear, wondering if Vulcans ever had something similar to shunga, and deciding that he wouldn't be in the least bit surprised if they did. For all that Spock likes to spout off about logic and reason and suppressing one's emotions, he knows her well enough now to know that she, and presumably many of her people, are just as hot-headed as he can be, and her emotions can flare up just as spectacularly.
The way she'd almost growled at a waitress who'd spent too much time flirting with him at dinner one night had proven that point admirably. ]
If you have any graphic pornography you'd like to share, I would be very interested to see it, [ he teases in a low, suggestive murmur, lifting his head just enough that he can trace the path his thumb took with the tip of his tongue. ]
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He's grown very good at telling when she's pulling his leg about not understanding a cultural reference, so the honest confusion on her face is met with a somewhat surprised, but indulgent smile as he follows her into her quarters and deliberately shuts the door behind them. ]
In the second half of the 19th century, Japanese woodblock prints of the Ukiyo-e style were hugely popular in Europe and especially in France, [ he explains, listening absently to the lock engage behind them as he resolutely crowds her up against the wall again so he can duck his head to kiss her in between his words, his hands dropping to settle on her body, first just gripping her hips and then sliding beneath her tunic to seek out her hothothot skin. ] Owning a collection of Japanese prints would be a sign of good taste and erudition. It was generally viewed to be an appeal to the person's good character. Asking someone to admire something so fashionable and exotic was considered a safe invitation in a time when most courtship was still done under the watchful eye of a chaperone. However, it's also a veiled reference to a sub-genre of Japanese prints known as Shunga, which is rather graphic pornography. By the mid-20th century, do you want to come up and see my etchings was widely understood to be a proposition in the same way that an offer of coffee or a cocktail might be.
[ He presses a grin into the skin of her neck just below her ear, wondering if Vulcans ever had something similar to shunga, and deciding that he wouldn't be in the least bit surprised if they did. For all that Spock likes to spout off about logic and reason and suppressing one's emotions, he knows her well enough now to know that she, and presumably many of her people, are just as hot-headed as he can be, and her emotions can flare up just as spectacularly.
The way she'd almost growled at a waitress who'd spent too much time flirting with him at dinner one night had proven that point admirably. ]
If you have any graphic pornography you'd like to share, I would be very interested to see it, [ he teases in a low, suggestive murmur, lifting his head just enough that he can trace the path his thumb took with the tip of his tongue. ]