Let's go to dinner

Her voice was the same sober relaxed-but-professional tone that she would utilize in polite conversation with a coworker, bless her outstanding voice control, but her smirk was about as badly hidden as Jim's when she aligned the entire length of her fingers with Spock's and dragged them upwards full-contact.
they usually knew better than to mess with Spock when he was meditating, it only prolonged the session, but this afternoon had put them in such a borderline age-inappropriately giddy mood that Nyota hadn't been able to resist teasing.

"You're a bad influence on my judgement" she shot him with a mock glare once they'd made it out of the sleeping-segment of his quarters. His eyes just crinkled further and he gave her hand an extra squeeze before letting go right as the door opened. Officially disclosed relationship or not, it wouldn't do to have the Captain skipping through the halls holding hands like a 12 year old. Unfortunately.

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Have I reached "disgusting" on the cute-o-meter yet?

So here's what I learned about coloring with fine liners.

1. It works out well enough with pure primary colors.
2. the lighter the color the greater the risk.
3. Don't ever fucking try to render skin with it, no matter the color. I don't know how long I spend trying to fix Jim.

Also, watercolor pencils + damp cotton swap is an interesting effect that i should probably try again on thicker paper.

Also on Tumblr: grin-without-a-kitten.tumblr.c…