1. Warmth

 By Qzeebrella

Spock holds his hands above the flickering flame of the meditation candle,

eyes closed so he can focus on the warmth of the flame. A warmth that

reminds him of the soothing comfort of his mother's presence as they walked

in her garden, under Vulcan's setting sun. A warmth that reminds him of

Leonard's caress, making him move his hands over the flames, from fingertip

to wrist, slowly along the outer edge, flickering over the little finger in

the same way Leonard flickers his tongue. Making him ache for the presence

of his bondmate, making him yearn for his return.