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Finally, a well earned break in the day. Now Spock and McCoy have some time to be close to each other, even if it was very little. Spock laid with his head on McCoy's lap, reading a book on his PADD. McCoy wasn't reading with him, instead playing with Spock's flat hair. He begins to scratch his scalp just how Spock likes it. It induces a small groan.
"Leonard," Spock warns falsely. McCoy continues scratching, progressively growing pleasingly rougher. His left hand moves behind Spock's ear, Spock does what McCoy is convinced to call a jolt. The PADD falls on Spock's stomach, hands trembling from the feeling, his eyes flutter shut.
"Something the matter, Spock?" McCoy teases. He playfully pulls his hands away, Spock squirms against McCoy like a cat trying to grab their owner's attention. The hands return to the spot behind the shell of his ear. One of them trails underneath his chin, and McCoy swears he saw Spock's foot moving. Kisses are planted into his hair, sweet coos of funny, lovng comments float on by. A final kiss sends his hands off to instead wrap around Spock's head. Spock's breathing is heavy, erattic, and now his hair is ruined. His head is manually craned back far enough for McCoy to kiss him softly on the lips a few times.
"My Vulcan," he whispers. "My sweet Vulcan, all mine."