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K/S Hospital Scene bc Into Darkness was so K/S TASTIC
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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You owe me no such thing.
Ashaya... Jim. You gave your life for me and the crew. We owe you everything... not the other way around.
[The Vulcan almost huffed... but remained dignified...
...or at least tried to as he took another chip. They were really good.
Suddenly... a thought came to Spock... and he blushed bright green.]
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Right, right...
Huh?
What's that.... hey what's that blush about? [he smirked, just hoping it had something to do with him. Had he gotten Spock to think dirty thoughts?]
Or do I have to guess?
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...'tries' being the key word here.]
I wish...to give you something, however I am uncertain of how to go about it... or if this is even the right time.
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[Jim sobered at that admission. What was Spock... huh? What now?]
Well it's a fine time now, tell me.
[He doesn't like surprises that he knows about. Spill it.]
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...his eyes are heated.
Leaning forward in a calculated move, Spock places his hand on Jim's thigh and murmurs in his ear.]
I wish to give you a blowjob.
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[Jim blinked and his mouth opened a bit... did that.... did that just come out of your mouth Spock? But his breath in his ear... that hand on his thigh... Jim had to give in.]
Mnnn... alright.
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He doesn't know if he's committing a social faux pas or if what he want is the right thing. Either way, Spock wants Jim... all of him... all the time. He just doesn't know how to communicate that.
With a hum of pleasure the Vulcan moves from the chair and gets down on his knees in front of Jim... hands reaching for the clasp of his pants.
That's right.. it's happening right here, right now.]
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[Faux pa... what now? Oh... hell this was happening. oh yes. He had the vulcan eating of the palm of his hand. Just watch he'll have you wrapped around his finger, Spock. Tight as can be...
He brushed Spock's hair back, watching as this unfolded... right here right now? Yes, marry him. Marry him right now]
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Spock was very gentle and calculated about the entire process... it was as if he was afraid he was going to do something wrong. Gingerly, he leaned forward and swallowed Jim whole.]
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[He cradled Spock's head in his hands, thumbing a pointed ear. He sighed as Spock touched him but...][He hummed in pleasure at the sheer heat of Spock's mouth. It was like an oven...mnn dick oven....]
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His ears are quiet sensitive, and he appreciates when Jim pays attention to them. The purring reverberates through the Vulcan's mouth, adding to the stimulation as he gently moves his head up and down...
Spock's hands moves over Jim's thighs... squeezing and caressing.]
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[he was breathing heavier, petting Spock's hair and toying with both ears. Sexy little pointy things they were~
He moaned softly as Spock purrs, arching a bit off the chair. And then Spock is moving and he just...sighs... inexperienced head but good head nonetheless.]
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Spock's purr stuttered.. inhaling Jim's heady scent. Spock was very much turned-on by this...]
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[Jim arched and writhed a bit... fucking hell this was good. He watched Spock, his First... his unbreechable, unemotional, calculated First blowing him at his own request. Had he really died? Was this heaven? Oh his tongue, and his hands and that heat... he could melt in Spock's mouth]
Mnnn.... that's good... you like that?
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Spock increases the suction as he brings Jim down to the back of his throat....]
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[A full-body shiver runs through him as his love continues. Damn this was the kind of eager head any man dreamed of... how was he so LUCKY? Or was Spock just being a good sport? Either way he appreciated it very much... allow him to show it by rubbing both your ears between his thumbs and index fingers. Nice handles you got there.
He moaned out loud then, almost a whimper.]
Fa... Spock... fucking.... fucking hell...
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...his mate... Spock increases the pressure and his pace. His long fingers on Jim's thighs encourages Jim to move if he wants... almost as if asking him... begging him to come.]
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He rubbed those ears harder and he did thrust shallowly into the Vulcan's mouth. One... Two... Three more and he shudders, gasping Spock's name. He comes with a series of short pants and a single arch of his back.
Oh
Wow...
That was good ]
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He swallowed as much as he could, but the rest dribbled over his lips and down his chin.
Spock eased off of Jim with a resounding 'pop'... and looked up at his mate, his voice hoarse from obvious activities.]
May I safely assume that that was adequately performed?
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Better than adequate, Spock... Where'd you learn that?
[he reached down to wipe away the white spittle]
look at you. You're a mess...
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I have done regular research since we have engaged in a relationship. I wanted to make sure that you were satisfied.
[Indeed, that was one of Spock's worries, that he couldn't support Jim as a human. To be able to fulfill his needs.
The Vulcan did want Jim all the time... but he reasoned that he should know what he was doing so that Jim would find him worthy to keep around.]
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Especially to see you looking at that...
[in fact he threatened to get hard again at the thought. Spock looking at porn? That demanded a certain level of arousal...]
Well you're doing great... And just for me?... You didn't have any... reaction to that?
C'mere... Gimme a kiss. [he held Spock's jaw and tugged a little bit. Jim wants some sugar... And to grope Spock's shaft, maybe reciprocate that blow job]
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Reaction? What reaction would it have caused?
[Spock allowed himself to be pulled from his kneeling position... but he only pressed chaste kisses to Jim's mouth.]
Jim... there is something else... but I believe I need to explain.
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Hm?
tell me what?
[aww another kiss. Please..a bigger one]
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Ashaya... you have given me so much, shown me love in so many ways.
[Spock seemed to fumble with Jim's hands...]
I realize the importance of symbols and certain tradition in Terran society, and I wish to honour one... as a show of appreciation and commitment.
You have been given much to consider as to our relationship and what direction it will take... however, I wish for you to know that regardless of what you decide, I will be there for you... always.
What I mean is...
[Spock is rambling...]
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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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That email? all of it... seriously, ALL OF IT YES. XD <3
Didja get my adhd message in your inbox?
It was an awesome message~ And yes, ALL OF IT. XD
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I love that icon of him
<3
/clings. Will I see you this evening?
I'm not sure~ I'll be in and out though~
What's happening? A party? Are you getting drunk without me? Not cool :l
:p
I want sooooome :l
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Uh oh! 666th comment. the devil comment!
pffffft~ XD
Eeeeevil
>:D
I just saw Black Swan, I am shell shocked.... just... wow
*snerk*
No really, I am dreaming up a completely ooc ballet AU.
pfffffff!
No like... I got the whole story now. Imagine Spock as a dancer, ooc yes but he'd be *fabulous*
Simply fabulous~
Are you getting on tonight? Or shall I pm you about it?
That PM was beautiful. XD
I'm building on it too. omg. there is an all mens ballet. I think Jim should be this awesome hotshot
:p
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HAPPY 700!
/clinks glasses
<3
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Sorry for my absence m'dear~
Did anything awesome happen? I'll be on tonight.
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Gah! I feel like I was too harsh on Winona.
She definitely doesn't think much of Spock.
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