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