[ He laughs, not unkindly, and lets his hand splay wide across her back, rucking up her shirt so his pinky brushes against the fever-warm skin of her back. ] I would be surprised if you had, [ he admits, thinking of Spock as a little Vulcan in her learning bowl, examining ancient Earth pornography in clinical detail, struggling to keep her emotions firmly squashed down. The image is at once hilarious and also very poignant, and Leonard finds himself pressing a sweet kiss to the shell of her ear for no real reason other than he wants to. Every now and then the realization that Spock is a refugee, a member of a species on the brink of extinction rams into him with all the subtlety of a shuttle train, and he's left reeling. Trying to imagine how he would feel if Earth had been destroyed, if his home had been wiped out, his family eradicated, leaves him feeling sick and hollow, and that's just the hypothetical. That Spock has survived that and has continued on with her life, continued to flourish and grow in her station, is so...inspiring sounds trite, but it's true enough.
Leonard has a great respect for her, greater than he can quite put into words. It's a good thing she's a touch-telepath, and he can simply flatten his hand to her back beneath her blouse so she can understand what he's feeling. ]
Just an excuse, I figure. Getting that kind of stuff was probably prohibitively expensive, and only the richest of dandies could actually afford real Shunga. Most people would get their meaning, even if they didn't have anything to back it up.
[ He loves how easily she touches him when they are behind closed doors. If asked even six months ago whether he thought Spock would be handsy, his answer would have been a resounding no. And also, perhaps, a quick scan with a tricorder, because what kind of person would ask such a question? It's especially gratifying to realize that he's wrong, though, and he's gotten almost used to feeling Spock's hot, narrow hands settle on his body and clutch him close to her. ]
Is that so? [ he asks, not even attempting to hide his grin. ] I'll have you know I'm a big fan of poetry, darlin', you should have said something earlier.
[ Spock would never presume to read emotions if someone were to brush against her accidentally, or even if they were to deliberately press against her and project. But bleed through happens, and admittedly, Spock's shields are rarely as perfect as she would like them to be, especially after the destruction of Vulcan. So she can feel Leonard's amusement and reverence and the sheer depth of his emotions. It never fails to surprise her, just how much he can feel. Spock knows how deeply Vulcans fee— experiences it daily, and encountered it in other Vulcans both before and after the destruction of her planet— but to experience it in humans is rare for her.
Besides, Leonard is her soulmate and reading his emotions, especially when he is touching her and not even attempting to mask his feelings, is part of that bond. It is not second-nature for her (dealing with emotions, especially human emotions, never will be) but she is getting used to picking up a few impressions from him. When— if— they fully bond in the Vulcan manner, there will be much more than those impressions. ]
Have you ever seen these prints in person? [ She asks only because she is curious about the subject now, even if pornography is not necessarily something she finds artistically valuable. But if it was an entire subset of ancient Japanese artwork, then there clearly must be an outstanding artistic value. ]
I doubt you will find it appealing, Leonard. Besides, most of it remains untranslated.
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Leonard has a great respect for her, greater than he can quite put into words. It's a good thing she's a touch-telepath, and he can simply flatten his hand to her back beneath her blouse so she can understand what he's feeling. ]
Just an excuse, I figure. Getting that kind of stuff was probably prohibitively expensive, and only the richest of dandies could actually afford real Shunga. Most people would get their meaning, even if they didn't have anything to back it up.
[ He loves how easily she touches him when they are behind closed doors. If asked even six months ago whether he thought Spock would be handsy, his answer would have been a resounding no. And also, perhaps, a quick scan with a tricorder, because what kind of person would ask such a question? It's especially gratifying to realize that he's wrong, though, and he's gotten almost used to feeling Spock's hot, narrow hands settle on his body and clutch him close to her. ]
Is that so? [ he asks, not even attempting to hide his grin. ] I'll have you know I'm a big fan of poetry, darlin', you should have said something earlier.
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Besides, Leonard is her soulmate and reading his emotions, especially when he is touching her and not even attempting to mask his feelings, is part of that bond. It is not second-nature for her (dealing with emotions, especially human emotions, never will be) but she is getting used to picking up a few impressions from him. When— if— they fully bond in the Vulcan manner, there will be much more than those impressions. ]
Have you ever seen these prints in person? [ She asks only because she is curious about the subject now, even if pornography is not necessarily something she finds artistically valuable. But if it was an entire subset of ancient Japanese artwork, then there clearly must be an outstanding artistic value. ]
I doubt you will find it appealing, Leonard. Besides, most of it remains untranslated.