For a second, Jim thought Spock planned to stand out in the corridor but after the slightest hesitation, he stepped inside and the door closed automatically behind him.
“You requested my presence, Captain?”
“Yeah, I did, Mister Spock. Have a seat.” Jim indicated the couch and waited as Spock walked stiffly over to it. Jim wondered, curiously, why that one hunk of hair was messy. It looked like Spock had been pulling it or running his fingers through. Something.
Spock sat and Jim came over to where he was. This was no social visit so he didn’t offer a beverage.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 
April 13, 2018 at 4:08 am
Gah! The anticipation and the feels!
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April 13, 2018 at 7:42 am
Mwah
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April 13, 2018 at 7:17 am
Aghhhh! You’re killing me! I’m at the gym on the treadmill looking at my threadmill’s screen displaying the Australian outback… looks like Vulcan… and I groaned out loud at your cliffhanger! Lol!
The person next to be probably thinks I’m nuts, or physically hurt! It’s more of a Ivan induced psychic hurt. Lol! I’ll get over it! ❤
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April 13, 2018 at 7:42 am
I know, these little snippets are torture
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April 13, 2018 at 7:32 am
Yes, you are killing us!! But I love it and can’t wait for the next part!!
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April 13, 2018 at 7:41 am
HA ❤
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April 14, 2018 at 5:04 pm
I love being tortured by my favorite writer with these snippets.
(Speaking in a British accent) “Please sir, may I have another.”
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