K/S Hospital Scene bc Into Darkness was so K/S TASTIC

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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..."
 

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[spohkh]

[Spock inhaled the presence of Jim... leaning in to steal a chaste kiss.]

I am quite well Ashaya. It has been quite some time since I have meditated, and I was, as you say, 'overdue'. I did not, however, intend to meditate for that long... I apologise for making you worry.

[Spock lightly placed a hand on Jim's chest... feeling his heartbeat. Yes, he had chosen a rather suitable center for his mind.]

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It's alright. As long as you're alright...

[He stole a few more quick kisses. His hand swept over Spock's, his ring glinting in the dim light.]

Did you think about me~?

[He pulled away then, getting dressed.]

[spohkh]

[Spock hesitated at the question. Meditation was a rather private matter... but should he not inform Jim that he was using him for balance?]

Indeed... in fact, you could say that you were all I did think about.
[Spock looked a bit uneasy, hoping that Jim didn't mind...]

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[He tilted his head, smirking. Clearly he was nothing but encouraged.]

Did you now? Tell me about it.

[he finished dressing and approached Spock from behind, whispering in his ear.]

Was I good?

[spohkh]

[The tips of Spock's ears became a nice shade of green... but he resolved himself to explain.]

Meditation is key to a Vulcan's mental health. A key factor of the meditative process is the 'center'. The very core of which we ground ourselves when we meditate. It is there that we must make ourselves most comfortable, or rather 'at home'.
[Spock hesitates for a moment...]
The center acts like a beacon. For Vulcans it was our home planet.
Since its demise I have spoken with my father and learned that many have been able to use the new Vulcan colony to center themselves. I have never called that place home, nor have I ever felt as though I belonged on Earth.
I contented myself with using the Enterprise, the only place I felt like I belonged. However, I found it still lacking... until I started to use you. Every physical or mental contact we make provides me with a trace of your signature... the very thing that makes you inherently you. I have been using this as my beacon... my home.

[Spock went quiet for a moment... wondering if Jim would think he was odd.]

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[He paused, thoughtful for a moment. That was deeper than he expected. Much more meaningful and... It was sweet. He had no idea Spock had that kind of dependence on a grounding element... And honestly he was pleased to be named Spock's center. He beamed.]

Me? Really?...

That's good... I'm glad actually. Is there anything you need from me? How does that work?

Do you need physical encounters from kw? More of my signature? I'm not opposed to that one bit.

[spohkh]

[Spock nearly smirked.]

I am uncertain, however I am not opposed to trying. [Spock leaned in to Jim, kissing his forehead and moving one hand to brush a 'kiss' there.]

Is your mother not waiting for us to come to dinner?
[Oh, the Vulcan is evil... or a cockblocker, you choose.]

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[He sighed into the touch, closing his eyes.]

You jerk... Don't tease me.

She'll come looking for us. We better go.

Wanna fast forward to after supper? Or do you want table talk? :3

[spohkh]

[Spock inclined his head, a smile playing on his lips. Gently taking Jim's hand, he lead them out the door and down the stairs...
...where he did let Jim's hand go before they saw Winona in the kitchen.

Holding hands in public on Vulcan was considered obscene after all.]

fast forward.

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[He squeezed Spock's hand eight before they broke apart. This would he interesting. See how long they hlcan make it before having to leave the table to 'sleep']

[spohkh]

[It rather surprised the Vulcan, how pleasant dinner was that night. They shared various stories about their missions with Winona, and she shared some of hers.
Through dinner though, Spock couldn't help brushing his foot against Jim's every now and again...

Soon enough, they were excused from the dinner table, and some part of him knew that Winona knew that they wanted to get away. Again, it unnerved him how well she seemed to be able to read them.

Now they were once again walking up the stairs, bidding Winona a good night... and then he was shutting their door behind him. Effectively leaving them alone...]

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[His mom made an immaculate dinner, as per her usual. She was a great cook when she put her heart in it. Jim ate, laughed, joked... And when the door closed behind him and Spock upstairs he immediately drew his love in for a gentle kiss.]

I really missed you today.

[spohkh]

[Spock almost whined into the kiss... he's been craving Jim all day too...
The Vulcan framed Jim's face and deepened the kiss.]


It would be accurate to state that I too miss your presence.

[Understatement of the century. Spock wanted to drink him in.
There was almost a certain desperation in Spock as he crowded Jim against the door... kissing him with everything he had.]

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[He didn't respond in words. No point, might as well show himself physically. He moaned softly, kissing Spock harder, cardubg hands through his hair. He probed his mouth with his tongue, dragging one hand down his sideabd back up.

perfect dessert.]

[spohkh]

[Spock could continue kissing Jim forever... He wanted to memorize every contour, every flavour.... every gasp and sigh.
With a few tugs Spock had them on the bed and he continue to just kiss Jim.

He sucked on Jim's lower lip, drawing it into his mouth where he nibbled on it gently. His hands sought out Jim's, tangling their fingers together.

A soft purr rumbling through Spock's frame.



After being told that he was not good enough for Jim...he wanted nothing more than to assure himself of the love that they shared.]

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<sub>[He thought they were about to go for it, and his kissing reflected a passionate crescendo into coitus... but he was surprised at Spock's hesitance. Was... sex not on his mind now? Back by the horse pen earlier he had seemed game. Did something change? Not that Jim was turning that down, he'd make out with Spock. It wasn't a bad experience, and Spock was really getting good at it... plenty of practice of course.

It had been a whole week, he'd had Spock all to himself. It felt like two days. Jim was still grasping that this adonis he'd yearned for was really so eager to be his exclusively. What he wouldn't have done to have even a taste of him then. Never hoping he could have the whole thing...

This gentle kissing, loving in its own right, passionate in a very deep way... This was something he never had with anyone else. He just synched with Spock in a way no one else could...

He'd died already for this man. What the fuck was he waiting for? He hummed against Spock's mouth.]</sub>

Mnn... if we were bonded... could I talk to you now?

_{[he kissed him again]}

[spohkh]

[Spock continued to kiss Jim, moving to the side of his mouth and down his neck...
...only to travel up the same path and begin the whole process over again. The Vulcan explored that beautiful mouth with an extreme focus.

At Jim's question Spock paused... He breathed as he looked down at Jim with lips tinged red from kissing.]

Bonding... has various stages Jim. The initial bond is the weakest but we would be able to determine each other's surface thoughts and emotions.

[Spock illogically felt as though the air was sucked out of the room... why was Jim asking? Weren't they kissing? Can Spock go back to kissing now?]

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Could we?

_{[He slid a hand up Spock's side, up to cup his face as he reached up to kiss him]}

Could I tell you I think you're beautiful when you're meditating? That I love the way you taste?

_{[He kissed him softly]}

I don't like taking time away to do that.

[spohkh]

[Spock seemed to stutter for a moment....

Jim... wanted to bond with him?
The Vulcan seemed to shut down... not really believing what he heard. His ears were buzzing, and a rather curious sensation was fluttering around the area where his heart resided.]

We...

[Spock swallowed and tried again, his eyes wide with amazement.]

We would have to stay in close proximity to each other. But... yes... you could do that.

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Well that's hardly a punishment. That's more of a reward, I can do that. What else do we have to do?

_{[He reached up to stroke Spock's cheek, then even farther up to rub the tip of his ear between two fingers.]}

You're... nervous? Anxious? I can't tell... I want to take the guess work out of it. So come on.

_{[He smiled.]}

You asked me if I'd be your bondmate and I said yes. I have yet to make good on that promise.

[spohkh]

[Spock opened and closed his mouth a few times, attempting to gain his bearing to answer Jim...]

Ashaya... Truly? You wish to become my bondmate?
But...
...there is much to consider Ashaya. Do you not remember what my father said to us? You are not a telepath. To bond would be to change your physiology... a process that could take a year if not more. You will be physically effected, your mind attempting to create new neural pathways to allow the bond to take root. Since we are T'hy'la, this process could be much worse than what my mother went through...

...you... we should...

[Spock hesitates... a pained expression passing through his eyes.]

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_{[He closed the gap between them and kisses Spock soundly. Oh shut up, stuttering vulcan. He's not going to die. He might be a mess for a while but he's not going to wither into ash.]}

If we're t'hy'la then I'll make it. I have to... I've already died once with so many regrets... this isn't going to be one, Spock. Don't let this be something we regret later.

We have a window of time for me to get over the worst of it. If it gets bad we can withdraw. But it's now or never... I've already wasted a week thinking about it.

If I die not knowing what this is like Spock... I.... I'll regret that forever.

[spohkh]

[Spock does whine as he is kissed this time, holding onto Jim for dear life.
To bond... to bond with Jim is the only thing he truly wants. But... after what Winona told him, should he? Should he not wait until he is more sufficiently prepared for Jim's emotions?

But then... how could he go back on his offer to bond? Would that not harm Jim? Spock was so conflicted...
..but then.. he wasn't. If he was to truly do what was right, then it would be to bond them when Jim wanted them to. He could never tell Jim no... not for this.

Spock's hand trailed down the side of Jim's face...a tingling sensation traveling up his arm...

It was almost as if asking permission...]

If this is too much we can break it up into tags. I know I godmodded more than I was permitted

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<sub>[He closed his eyes at the sensation... and leaned into the touch. They were dropped into pitch black, warm darkness that was comforting much more than it was foreboding. Jim didn't know what or where this was and yet he didn't feel threatened. He felt at peace. He felt home.

Casually he moved about, seeing nothing but feeling a great presence around him. He moved about so easily, of course he didn't have a body here. What was this place?

Suddenly there was another entity. A light... it was Spock. Not that Jim could have identified him outside of the circumstances... He'd never seen a psyche before. Formless and yet having an ambiguous shape to meet said psyche's purposes. Spock was as black as the inky darkness surrounding them. His shapeless form coiled around him. Smoky tendrils rose from him shimmering blue and purple in the light. Soft and almost velvety like a feather or moss... wait. Light? What light? It was... him? He examined himself, finding his own form was a bright gold, shining like a beacon. How did he... why was he... shouldn't he be black too?

It hit Jim then that perhaps Spock's color was attributed to something else. Spock looked almost as though he was part of this darkness that stretched forever. Almost indistinguishable from the inky black, Spock fit in where Jim... well he was unmistakable. Was that because he was human? Because he wasn't telepathic?

This is Spock's world. His psychic 'stage'. The place where he meditates, the place where he mind melds, the place everything happens... Jim suddenly yearned to see it all but he was unable to move far. Spock was still coiling around him and he could sense fondness and love flowing out and it was now that Jim could appreciate telepathy. These feelings were so clear, crisp, so intense... it was almost as if feelings humans felt were done so through cellophane or gloves. What Spock was delivering so effortlessly was complete emotion, uninhibited and unmitigated. Jim drank it in, offering his own feelings of elation and relief. He was glad they did this.]</sub>

I am pleased you feel that way, Ashaya.

<sub>[Spock's voice wasn't even present. Jim simply knew his thought. Sprung from his own mind as if organically. As if he were the progenitor of it. This was so unique, so foreign and simultaneously so fascinating. It was like birthing Spock's own thoughts in his mind. They didn't feel foreign and yet he knew that they were. He couldn't fathom a response to his mate. He was simply overwhelmed, excited, and of course impressed. Jim was like a child discovering telepathy, flaunting his discovery to someone well seasoned in its use. Spock was more than patient with Jim's adjustment.

His dark form still swirled around Jim's, only now did the captain notice they were becoming strangely attached. Small gold threads springing from seemingly nowhere were tethering him and Spock together. Were they supposed to be tied together like this? He wanted to move around... but it didn't hurt. It was actually nice. He could sense Spock's emotions with more clarity, as if somehow they were under magnification.

And Spock had been scared~ Hah! See? No harm done, he feels fine!

Only... almost as quickly Jim sobered. As the bond formed itself shallowly, he could sense the depth and breadth the entire thing had. Spock had said this was just the beginning and Jim believed him. He just had no concept of how mammoth it would be. It was like discovering fire, then the sunset. Like learning a note, then hearing music. Finding water and then the ocean. He could weep at the majesty of it but it was hollow. Not fulfilled yet, it was just a hint of what could be. He paused, feeling the unentered depth the bond promised. Like a cave yet to be explored. Could they fill this bond? Could they control it or would it just control him? Spock would surely be fine but Jim wondered if he would ever be strong enough to handle what felt like the strongest thing he'd ever encountered. Bar none.

The threads stopped, halted in their work. Jim seemed to become alert. Why had it stopped? Was it because of him?

No no, he wants it! He wants to see what's in that bond.... he wants to see how far he can go, even if he can't manage the whole thing. The little threads continued, thousands of them between him and Spock. It was shallow... but it was a great beginning. He could feel himself fill with warmth, liquid fire, euphoria, unending loyalty. The threads began to stretch out... pulling away from Jim all at once. Spock too seemed as though he was stretching out, far away from him. Jim reached for him but couldn't... yet he felt Spock with him regardless. The threads stretched into long lines of light, then rather suddenly they sprang into single pin-pricks. Slowly the area around them lit up. As if Jim were a flame in a dank room. He could see around him, little shines of light like stars. Thousands all twinkling gold.]</sub>

Spock... what happened? Where did you go?... You're so far away...

_{[he reached out, wanting to hold his mate's psyche once more.]}

I can feel you... but you're too far, I can't reach.

_{[It felt like Spock was everywhere around him. As if he were a ball dropped into water or thrown through air.]}

Wow~ This is kind of epic! XD

[spohkh]

[Spock could finally feel Jim in his mind... It was a rapture like no other and the Vulcan wanted nothing more than to continue building the bond until it was full and complete, alive like nothing else.

But he couldn't do that because that would seriously damage Jim. With a shudder and a sigh and Vulcan finally distanced himself.
Upon hearing Jim's please for closeness, he reached out...]

Ashaya, this is the first stage in bonding. To go any closer at this time could cause irrevocable damage...
[Spock cast tendrils out towards Jim's essence... the sun that he had always imagined... and surrounded him with warmth and love. It was that cool glass of water that he has been waiting for his entire life.... a missing piece.

Spock was in total awe...]

You are entirely too tempting Ashaya... I must end the meld so that you may further adjust to the bond. Please prepare yourself...