Floof to the doof

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the shipping picture prompt meme
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[mindmeld]

[ Spock is no stranger to people pushing him to answer questions he is not prepared to answer and can understand the benefit in that. But the way in which no one actually questions it when he allows someone to touch him is something he appreciates; he does not have to acknowledge that in him which wants to be touched.

He keeps quiet about it now, though he knows his actions are not stealthy as he hangs his helmet on the other handle and settles his hands around Jane. The bike is not the steadiest piece of equipment, or so he tells himself. ]

A change in light often provides a different perspective.

[steadyas]

[ It's kind of difficult to be stealthy when they're sitting this close, and there's practically nothing else around to catch her attention. Even the slightest shift from Spock doesn't go by unnoticed, but she refrains from commenting on it.

She has a feeling that if she said something, whatever that might be, it would be enough to make him regret his actions and pull away, and she likes the feel of his arms around her far too much to be alright with it ending so soon.

She closes her eyes instead, taking that touch as a sign that he doesn't want her to move. Her form relaxes further against him, the back of her head resting against his chest as she takes a deep slow breath. ]

True... in a lot of different ways.

[mindmeld]

[ It is rare that Jane is still or quiet but she is for the moment, and as she relaxes against him, so too does Spock relax. Which means something entirely different for him, as there is no slumping, but his shoulders are not quite as stiff as they are under normal circumstances.

Spock glances down at her before he looks back to the sky, where the sun is starting to set, the edge appearing to sink beneath the water. Vulcan that was lacked large, extensive oceans of water but there are times when the sea reminds him of the sand dunes, shifting beneath the winds into waves that seemed to flow beneath the intense sun.

The colors are wrong, however; and Spock is not so fanciful to imagine sand dunes in the water. ]

I am unsure of your meaning, Captain.

[steadyas]

[ Jane likes this better than home. Maybe Iowa just never got to grow on her, even if she does get a hint nostalgic on rare occasions, but it's more than that. Iowa was always fields and plains and dirt as far as the eye could see. The most exciting thing there was the shipyard in Riverside, and even that only managed to sink the chip on her shoulder even deeper more often than not.

There's a sense of freedom here, though, that she never once got there. The ocean looks endless; she knows it isn't. But if she closes her eyes and it takes a deep breath, it almost seems like it.

She debates on what to say to that, and ends up smiling and shaking her head. ]

It's alright, Spock. You don't have to understand everything, you know. [ And in this case it might just be for the best that he doesn't. ] And we're off duty. Told you to call me Jane.

[mindmeld]

[ Freedom is a concept that should not translate into a sensory perception - it is not something felt. But freedom is much more than a simple concept, and Spock is no closer to articulating how it is something that can be felt now than he was before he understood just how one could feel freedom.

It is not something he would ever attempt to explain to another Vulcan.

But he feels it there, watching the sunset over the ocean and free from the duties and expectations of his position and his heritage. It is peaceful -

Until Jane talks. And it's not so much her speaking (Spock does enjoy her conversation) as it is what she says. He looks away from the vista before them to study his captain, a faint furrow between his brows. ] I will admit, I am torn about your comment. There is that in me that desires to understand everything, but I confess to not understanding humans and accepting that I will probably never understand such an illogical race of beings.

[ The idea of not understanding is abhorrent; Spock wants to know and understand the universe, part of his reasoning for joining Starfleet.

But he is also intelligent enough to understand that there are aspects of the universe he will never understand, even if he were to ignore the emotional dynamics of human individuals. ]