"I'm not owned!"
"It is meant figuratively."
"But you said-"
"Jim, it is a Vulcan love poem."
Jim deflated at that, but Spock could feel the panic that still bubbled in his chest. A distraction was needed. Spock lightly grazed the back of Jim's neck with his teeth and leaned slightly forward, bending Jim forward again; giving him something else to think about. Jim shivered, a sense of sharpness coming through, then his sense of heat when Spock replaced teeth with lips. Spock mouthed wetly up the side of Jim's neck and whispered, "Please remain there.