The last thing Jim wants tonight is something tender that might remind him of Spock. Why they didn't start in a place filled with men who can throw Jim around and then some, he has no idea, but now that they're here they're staying.
"Nah," he says, shrugging to carry the word when the music drowns it. "I kinda like it here." Jim grins and moves his hips a little, grinning all the wider for the appreciative glances the move draws. "Don't you wanna dance? I bet it works off as much stress as chopping wood."
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The last thing Jim wants tonight is something tender that might remind him of Spock. Why they didn't start in a place filled with men who can throw Jim around and then some, he has no idea, but now that they're here they're staying.
"Nah," he says, shrugging to carry the word when the music drowns it. "I kinda like it here." Jim grins and moves his hips a little, grinning all the wider for the appreciative glances the move draws. "Don't you wanna dance? I bet it works off as much stress as chopping wood."