Prompt: Spock, Uhura - I love you because I know no other way / than this: where I does not exist, nor you, / so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,/ so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ("Sonnet 17" by Pablo Neruda)
Warmth
Though Nyota felt as though she were floating, she also felt the tug of another mind anchoring hers to his own. After several long, blissful moments, she felt herself being reeled in, slowly, towards warmth that she only just began to notice.
As reality began to descend once more and sensation separated, returned to two bodies instead of one, she marveled at the feeling. She breathed for one now. Her heart beat for herself only. Her nerves sparked and fizzed with sensations only for herself.
And despite this separation, she felt neither pain nor loss, for though Spock removed his hand from her face, he placed it into her own, palm to palm, fingers linked.
And she felt him – his skin against hers – and she felt him – his mind to her own – and she was warm and safe and happy.
And they slept.