Intimate Gestures

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Rated: If you're liberal about m/m stuff then G or PG-13.

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JB.  

"Intimate Gestures"

She wasn't supposed to see it. 

But how could she miss it. The way they stayed in step as they walked from sickbay to the lab.

She wasn't supposed to see it.

But how could she miss it. The way they interrupted each other. They way they had stopped finishing their own sentences to finish each other's.

She wasn't supposed to see it.

But it was right in front of her when Leonard's hand reached behind Spock to touch his back. To keep Spock in place at the table. To move to Spock's other side.

She wasn't supposed to see it.

But it was right in front of her. The way Spock didn't react at all to Leonard's touch.  Thus the way Spock was permitting it.

She wasn't supposed to see it.

But she couldn't draw her self away. They way they sat next to each other. Not touching, but still intimately.

She wasn't supposed to see it. 

But she couldn't draw her self away. When Leonard jostled his coffee cup and spilled some on his hand. When Spock reached for the hand, his fingers lingering on Leonard's pulse points a little too long, as he wiped Leonard's hand dry. As he checked Leonard's hand for a burn. As he brought the hand to lips thinking she was still in the other room.

She wasn't supposed to see it.

But she did. And she hated them both. And she loved them both.

She wasn't supposed to see it.

And she wondered why she hadn't seen it all along.

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