This entire passage, from
Price of the Phoenix. Just
what did I read? I feel vaguely dirty.
Quote:
He took Kirk's face in his hands, not asking this time a permission which had always been granted.
His fingers found the stylized position of the mind-touch and he cleared his own mind of the vision of the flames. He could do it now. He swept mind and body clean of the horror that must not be in the touch.
And he saw the same kind of clearing in Kirk's face, the steadying down to quiet control, the fine courage of the willingness to open.
"How touching," Omne drawled.
Spock felt murder knot in his shoulders again. He did not let it reach his hands.
And then Kirk's hands reached to ease the shoulders and to draw him surprisingly close. "We are alone, Mr. Spock," he said. "Quite alone. Do you understand?"
"Indeed, Captain. Quite alone." And he made it true.
The mind-touch was a lowering of personal barriers. If it did not require privacy, it nonetheless cried for it.
Spock slipped in easily at the level of warmth. He had been here before. It knew how to accept him.
Spock fought to keep the touch narrow, to move quickly up to the cooler level of consciousness. "Jim?"
"My God, yes! It is yes?" Spock heard the soft mind-laughter. "Hell, yes! Spock?"
"Yes. Indeed, yes!"
Laughter again, rippling like quicksilver. "Where is my logical Vulcan?"
"Here."
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The early Bantam Star Trek novels were definitely... something.