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It was so sudden. He woke up with a flash, bright lights, soft sounds, a bed, he was alive?? But he'd died in the chamber...in engineering. Spock and he had exchanged that vulcan hand-thing whatever the hell it was. He'd died, he was dead. Was this heaven? Holy....
No. Bones was here nagging at him.
"Oh don't be so melodramatic, you were barely dead. You've been out cold for two weeks."
He was so...taken aback. What had happened? He just remembered being in the locked chamber watching Spock shed tears, glimmering tears of anguish as he slowly died of radiation poisoning... his heart lurched at the memory. He didn't know the vulcan was even capable...
And then Spock was in the room, approaching him. Suddenly... everything else was forgotten. Hell even Bones was gone in his mind, though he could hear the doctor put in a "You know Uhura and I had something to do with it too."
"....Thanks, Spock... for saving my life..."
No. Bones was here nagging at him.
"Oh don't be so melodramatic, you were barely dead. You've been out cold for two weeks."
He was so...taken aback. What had happened? He just remembered being in the locked chamber watching Spock shed tears, glimmering tears of anguish as he slowly died of radiation poisoning... his heart lurched at the memory. He didn't know the vulcan was even capable...
And then Spock was in the room, approaching him. Suddenly... everything else was forgotten. Hell even Bones was gone in his mind, though he could hear the doctor put in a "You know Uhura and I had something to do with it too."
"....Thanks, Spock... for saving my life..."
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...but her death-glare didn't waver.]
For years? Kirk...
...Jim. Spock and I dated for three years... and the only thing we ever did was kiss. And not often.
[She turned her head and rolled her eyes...] I can't believe I'm talking to you about this.
Jim... Spock is Vulcan. Someone who was trained from birth to reign in his emotions... Spock and I were taking our relationship slow for a reason. He always told me he wasn't emotionally ready for it.
[She put her head down... and seemed to deflate a bit.]
He's still my friend Kirk... I just don't want to see him hurt.
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[Jim looked a bit horrified or like someone had just punched him in the gut. Spock was... was a virgin? Well... that explained a lot. He'd been so stoic, Jim figured that was just his style... but he was so reactive. Now it made sense. He'd never.... damn had he never had an orgasm before? Anything? He wondered just what Spock thought of sex now...]
I...ah... wow... okay. [he looked out at the ocean, the Golden Gate Bridge. He needed a minute... and yet he had so many thoughts already spewing out.]
Spock never said anything like that to me. He came to my hospital room, he initiated that conversation. He put it all down on the table, said he was going to be by my side forever, in whatever context I wanted. I said I wanted to be together, he agreed... we just... went from there. I'm going to live here now. I... I meant it when I said yes to him.
[in his moment of shock he was able to get this out and he knew he had to say it for both of their sakes. Their relationship hung in the balance which meant the bridge climate and their future in Enteprise hung in the balance.]
nothing... nothing I've done with him today... did he ever say he had to slow down or stop. I just figured this was old hat for him...
[He felt like such a cad now. He didn't want to ruin his one and only... but he hadn't been that harsh, he'd been good to him!]
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Men... they never talk about anything...
Kirk, just make sure you talk to him.... make him say everything that's on his mind, otherwise, he'll never bring it up. Communication with a Vulcan is absolutely key.
[She couldn't believe she was already giving relationship advice to the man she lost to.]
My only worry at this point are Spock's intentions. He's always had issues with acceptance, and I made sure from the beginning that we wouldn't do anything he wasn't ready for, and I wouldn't turn him away. Sure, it was frustrating at times...but we got through.
But... he is an adult... just like you... and maybe this time....
[Nyota sighed as she looked up at Jim...]
...he was ready.
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...We had that conversation already today. I told him just to be him... I mean... I fell for him when he was unemotional. I don't want him to be any different, he knows that.
He... seemed really happy when I said that. But thanks for saying that. I really didn't know. I dunno that I would have acted any differently but. Well maybe.
[He watched the waves crashing, a few boats sailing in the sunset.]
Well. I figure Spock and I... ah... [he looked to her a bit concerned.]
I dunno if you want to hear me talking long term about the guy you just lost...
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Long term eh?
Well... I guess there's hope for you after all.
[Uhura leaned with her back on the railing...]
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[he smirked coyly at her, assessing her right back but it was clearly devoid of anything sexual. He wasn't interested in her anymore.]
Hard as that is for anyone to believe, Uhura. I think I can finally commit to someone.
Thing is... I... have never been in love before now. Spock's my first. [he leaned on the railing, flicking off a pice of dirt blown in by the wind]
I'd do anything for him. Kill, die, grab him out of an active volcano. [All of those things were things he'd done for Spock in the last three weeks by the way.]
It's just like they say... you love someone and suddenly no one else matters. Suddenly there's only two kinds of people in the world. There's Spock and there's everyone else. You're right about me, Nyota... I didn't care about anyone I slept with before. Hell I used a good part of them for something else, it never meant anything. But... Spock means something. Spock means everything. And it scares me but it's not something I plan on letting go so long as I'm alive.
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[Uhura looked down.... her face going blank as she went silent.
When she looked up her eyes may or may not have been a little over-bright... but she looked determined as she stepped up close to Jim, invading his personal space.]
But you know what... I thought I had that too... Spock was my everything.
[Uhura's lip quivered... but then her face hardened as she pressed that lethal finger into Jim's chest again.]
And if you ever... ever hurt him... Captain or no I will castrate you then throw you out an air-lock.
[Uhura glared for one moment. She had to make her point... she just had to... Because she was never going to get this chance again. It felt like her heart was bleeding out on the floor and she wanted to scream in anguish.
But she couldn't... she wouldn't. She was Nyota Uhura....a strong female that could bounce back from anything.
Well...she'll at least pretend she could anyway.
With one last glare, her face morphed into a smirk, her body language taking on a flirtatious stance.]
Thanks for the invite Jim.
[And with that, she walked back into the apartment.]
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[This should have been scarier than it was. Honestly coming from her it was kind of cute. And the rest was just... strangely encouraging. He wanted her to demand he treat Spock well. He wanted everyone to demand that because he was totally going to do it. He just nodded at her threat.]
I know you will. And for what it's worth... I am sorry...
[then she was walking away, her poker face was flawless. He felt sad for her then. He knew that poker face. She had no idea how well he knew it. It was his own.]
Thanks for coming.
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She was always so good at hiding her feelings, almost Vulcan-like.
When Uhura looked at him, her smile was small, but genuine... then she nodded, as if to say she was going to be okay.
The Vulcan continued to watch her as she went to get a drink... Satisfied, Spock went for the balcony door, and walked outside.
Spock had been rather... apprehensive when he saw both Jim and Nyota walk out onto the balcony.]
Jim?
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Hey. C'mere... Look at this.
[Golden Gate Bridge at sunset. The waves, cars, boats, even a few dolphins. The sky was firey orange fading to luscious pink then radiant purple. The city lights were coming on slowly and even the bridge was lighting up. It was a calendar worthy shot to say the least.]
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Spock was silent for only a moment...]
I find that I am ...apprehensive to inquire about your conversation with Lieutenant Uhura...
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Hm? Naw don't be. She's just trying to protect you and in her defense she has every reason to doubt me. She's wrong but I can see her perspective...
[He remembered what Uhura said... about communication. And Spock was being so forthcoming, wasn't everything just fine? Yeah?]
Did she say anything to you?
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I have no reason to doubt you.
[It had been a very interesting 24 hours.... Spock needed to mediate before his emotions started to flay him.]
Nyota and I spoke very briefly...
...she is...
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[Regret, guilt, sadness.... all these emotions were swirling around the Vulcan's mind, and he did not want to admit them.]
We should rejoin our guests...
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[But most are. He just won't talk about that unless directly asked.]
She is... but she's strong, Spock. She's not going to wilt. She let you go because you needed someone else. She just wanted to make sure I was going to treat you right. And I will... and I think I have so far... have I?
No... wait... don't go yet. Talk to me.
[Something in Spock's eyes. It wasn't right. He leaned his back against the railing, reaching forward to brush away some of Spock's hair where the ocean wind was blowing it out of place.]
What are you feeling?
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His mother used to ask him that all the time. "What are you feeling Spock? ...help me understand."
Spock reached up and stilled Jim's hand... bringing it back down but holding on...]
Speaking about one's emotions is not unlike learning to speak a new language. You will have to be patient with me Jim.
[Spock rubbed his index and middle finger against Jim's...] But know that I am quite well.
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[He watched, pleased as Spock only moved his hand instead of gently rejecting it. His voice was calm and kind, even melodic as he spoke again. Damn what happened. Was he in love or something?]
I can understand that, take your time...
[His eyes slowly closed at that sensation. Could it be that vulcan kisses were better than human ones? Maybe...]
That's good to know...
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Toasts were said and sentiments were passed along... especially from Mister Scott and Doctor McCoy, who by that point had a 'few too many'.
Spock watched the entire exchange with a certain degree of fascination (humans were such emotional creatures), but at the same time he was lost in thought.
So much had changed for them... the entire bridge crew... in such a short amount of time. They would have to grow and adjust accordingly...
...but they were all strong and up to the task. They did indeed have the finest crew in Starfleet.
The Vulcan watched Jim with warmth and pride as he bid farewell to each of his guests, the Captain was very obviously well loved. Pavel hugged him, bouncing like a puppy while Hikaru shook his hands and clapped him on the back.
Spock felt a small bite of jealousy as Carol gave Jim a big hug and kiss on the cheek, but he tempered it quickly. Mister Scott seemed to speak in a language that the Vulcan could not comprehend, but Jim seemed to understand... interesting... he'll have to ask for a translation later. Doctor McCoy had this... odd look on his face. It must have been one of affection... perhaps it was this 'brotherly love' that Jim spoke of from time to time.
Nyota left as she came, with her head held high... and a warning glare for both of them.
Indeed... Captain Kirk was well loved. Especially by Spock.
Love...That was another matter that needed to be addressed. Jim had mentioned twice already that he was ready to 'marry' him. Vulcan marriage, or bonding, was a serious matter, and one that should not be considered lightly or fallen into too hastily.
On the other hand... if they were bonded... Jim would always know what Spock was thinking and feeling.
For now, the apartment was blissfully quiet, and Spock had moved to the sink... his hands covered in soap as he washed up the dishes.]
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[It was a great night for Jim. He had a family, a close-knit one and he cherished each member. The night flew by, was it already time to go? No? Well past time to go? Wow...
He bade everyone goodbye, promised to see everyone soon, and closed their door. He sighed heavily and then stepped over to gather the beer bottles up. All of them in the trash... then he joined Spock at the sink, rolling his sleeves up. He took the clean dishes and dried them, then slowly... managed to get them put away. Ah...where did this one go? Or this one? Don't worry he'll figure it out, just give him a minute.]
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At one point Spock silently opened the cupboard in front of him, indicating that the platter goes there without saying so...
Take the hint sweet heart.
Doing dishes has never been so amusing.
Eventually though, Spock was finished, and he drained the sink.]
Is there anything you require at this time Jim?
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[He offered a single smile in thanks and set the dishes away without a word. It was new for him to be able to have such a comfortable yet communicative silence. He appreciated it. The whole chore done with a kind of pleasure. It hadn't even been work, really...]
Hm? Oh there's always plenty of things I want, but...what are you offering? [He was maybe playing coy. Maybe also setting the tone for taking you back to bed if you were of a mindset for that.]
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You will have to be more specific... as I am offering many things.
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Even though it was only the first day, he found it to be quite possible that he would never tire of Jim's kisses.
The Vulcan hummed quietly into Jim's mouth... fingers tracing the lines of Jim's face.]
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[Spock's return was a bigger victory now that Jim knew how...economical he was with kissing Uhura. Perhaps Spock was in fact a very passionate lover but only for the right person. And he was damn pleased he happened to be that person. Spock would never want for love with him, physical or emotional.
His other hand swept across Spock's back and settled at his hip. He sighed as Spock touched him, letting the kiss flow into another and another... he wouldn't make any mention of sex this time. He felt a little bad about what had happened before with Spock's first time. Not that he regretted how he treated him but he'd unknowingly pushed the envelope on something Spock should have openly welcomed.
If that was to happen again tonight, it would have to come from Spock. For now he was satisfied with his kisses.]
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Oh. We're they supposed to go somewhere comfortable? Was sex the naturally succession to this? Spock wasn't all that sure... He was waiting for Jim to make their decision.
Looks like we have a stalemate.]
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This is an epic yarn
OMG! /faints
Is it sad if I say after sleeping and re-reading that I could have added some things?
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Just gonna insert songs I like into this time period and say it's a song on their radios
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Hi darling~ How's the day going?
good! all the toilets are cleaned. XD
Thank god for that
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When they bond, 'burning bush' from Prince of Egypt soundtrack is the song to listen to
Definitely. XD
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/fans self/ oh hon-baby~
*snerk*
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Are you still visiting your grandfather? How are you?
We're fine. We're on our way home. Also I can't open that url on my phone. sorry :(
It's a fairly plain titanium ring. I thought it suited Jim~
Damn right it does.
So glad you approve m'dear~ <3
It's perfect. I never thought of that.
:3
Re: :3
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