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[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Who: Orion
Where: Orion dorms!
When: Day 114, around noon.
What: Catching up on team stuff.

Comments

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[uh huh]

Are you pouting?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[headtilt]

Pouting ... a disdainful grimace, a fit of sulking or sullenness, to push out one's lips, to be or pretend to be ill-tempered, to sulk ...

No, I am not pouting, Jim.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

But you're in a bad mood now.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

I am applying neuropressure, nothing more.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

So you're in a good mood?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

There is no "mood" to speak of.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Uh huh.

[relaxes a little]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[:| :| :| keeps going, this time concentrating on the points of Kirk's shoulders]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[relaxes moreee]

How've your nightmares been?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

Continual.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

... yeah? Want me to try neuropressure again?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

... If you wish.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

No reason not to. It's not like I dislike touching you.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[drops his hands from Kirk's shoulders then, allowing him to move]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[sits up]

Lie down.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

How?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

On your stomach.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[lies down!]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[carefully straddles him]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[... :|a settles]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Neck first?

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

You are administering the neuropressure. It is your decision.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

Then I'll try the neck. Just tell me if it hurts.

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[out-ofthe-chair.insanejournal.com]

[nods, lowering his head comfortably]

Re: [Evening, presumably after dinner]

[in_the_chair.insanejournal.com]

[carefully starts at the bottom of Spock's neck and presses his thumbs in gently, massaging.]