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

[done_in_3]

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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[engineering_made_easy]

<sub>[he gasped softly as Spock cornered and kissed him. Wow, was his First already getting so daring? Oh this was going to be...wait, that's it? That tiny little kiss?

He held Spock's shoulders and kissed him harder, licking along his lips. Just... just a tiny bit more, ok? A wee bit more sugar than that cheap little peck you gave him. Don't push him against anything unless you meant business.]</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock was taken by slight surprise...well...
...perhaps this was behaviour he should be expecting by now. No matter, Spock wasn't complaining or anything. Actually, quite the contrary. The Vulcan had fallen into the kiss, opening his mouth in surrender to his love.... and deepening it by wrapping his strong, Vulcan arms around Jim's waist.

For a moment, Spock forgot he was at the Embassy... a public space...with his father just down the hall.
Jim, you've ruined a Vulcan, I hope you're happy. heh]

[engineering_made_easy]

<sub>[He's elated. But to focus on the subject at hand, He slid his hands down Spock's back, fitting his hands into the vulcan's back pockets. He pulled away, licking his lips, then leaned in for Spock's neck.

He kissed his skin hotly, moving up his jaw as he crawled over Spock on their bed. They'd rushed to the grocer and home, the plomeeks were unattended on the table as they'd rushed to their room. Spock had lit a fire at the embassy and nothing else could get done until it had at least flared.

Jim's hands pushed down into Spock's pants, tearing the clothing away, then his shirt, underwear, everything.]</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock groaned as the sensations once more overwhelmed him... The trip to the grocer had been a blur, his focus completely on the man he had the honour to call T'hy'la.
The heat of the Vulcan desert did not compare to the heat that flared in Spock for his intended... The Vulcan growled in frustration as Jim's clothing decided to give him a difficult time... a tearing sound filled the room as Spock forcefully removed Jim's shirt, then moved on to his pants.

Soon, blessedly delicious skin stretched over his own... and Spock purred in contentment as ran his hands down Jim's chest.]

/fans self/ oh hon-baby~

[demon_prosecutor]

_{[He growled as Spock ripped his clothes off and bit his shoulder as a response. He pulled the scraps of fabric away and threw them aside. From there he slid his own ruined pants off and got the lube out. Fuck foreplay, they'd held it in check all the way home and he couldn't wait a second longer. He stretched Spock as quickly as could be allowed and then he was inside. He gripped Spock tight as he proceeded to pound him into the mattress at a merciless pace. He was on fire, angry passion pouring through him as he pushed them both closer to oblivion.]}

*snerk*

[spohkh]

[The Vulcan, having wrapped his legs around Jim's torso, was feeling every move Jim made. It was exquisite.
Spock shuddered, his hands grasping at Jim's shoulders as his prostate was pounded against relentlessly. Arching his back, Spock cried out... nearing his climax.

It was kind of amazing to think, that barely twenty four hours ago... he had no experience with this kind of thing.
Spock pressed his face against Jim's neck, saying his T'hy'la's name like a prayer... It didn't take much for Spock to be sent over the edge. With a final shudder and cry, the Vulcan erupted... the hot mess pooling between them... clenching around Jim as he trembled through the after-shocks.]

[demon_prosecutor]

_{[He came in short order, Spock's name was more a whimper than a moan as it tumbled from Jim's lips. He sighed, his eyes dilated and he appeared his most vulnerable as well as his most sexually attractive. He looked into Spock's eyes as they rode out their separate orgasms. And then in short order he was curled around him, holding him close, petting his hair, and pressing soft almost lazy kisses to his cheekbone and the corner of his eye]}

[spohkh]

[Spock purred as he came down from the height of ecstasy... and held onto his T'hy'la. Those kisses were very welcome as Spock gently touched Jim's skin...

...almost as if reaffirming that he was indeed there. Of course that was illogical... but then again, he did give into his human half more than he would admit. Jim was too good to be true.

Spock returned the sloppy kisses with some of his own...]
Ashaya...

[demon_prosecutor]

<sub>[This was a gentle moment, after the heat and fire and angry lust of about twenty seconds ago...this was a nice change. Slow, unhurried, soft... Jim had never given in to these moments with other lovers though they always wanted him to. He never cared for them enough to want them after he'd gotten off. That's all sex was to him before Spock. Just a way to blow off steam.

Spock however... he couldn't stop touching. He held him close, caressed his skin, returned his kisses... this was so sappy he should be sickened by it and yet it only felt righteously perfect.]</sub>

I love you

_{[That vulcan term though...]}

Should I call you anything?

[spohkh]

[Spock hummed... then pulled his head back to regard Jim with an amused expression.]

You refer to a term of endearment? You may call me anything you wish Jim... within reason of course.
But I have always found that words can be meaningless but for the intent behind them.
[Spock leaned his forehead against Jim's.]

When you say my name it is so much more than just my name. [Vulcan romance.... who knew it was all about grammar.]

[demon_prosecutor]

Really? You call me pet names half the time you refer to me, and don't think I haven't noticed you've started saying 'Captain' differently.

And... agreed. But you know I do mean it, Spock.

_{[there, he said your name. Maybe he should just say your name more frequently while he thinks about what to call you...]}

[spohkh]

[Spock's lips twitched in a small smile as he gave Jim a chaste kiss.]

'Pet' names? Ah.. you refer to Ashaya? I would hardly call a 'pet' beloved... it is a name reserved for bondmates. According to Vulcan culture... I have been rather rebellious in my actions.

[Oh yes, Spock was the bad boy Vulcan... being all promiscuous and romantic.]

[demon_prosecutor]

It's a turn of phrase here on Earth. I'm not your bondmate yet though... _[YET]

Well... how do you know other vulcans aren't just as generous with their terms of endearment? Isn't their use restricted to private moments _{[like this one?]}

How do you know they aren't all secretly calling each other every name in the book?

[spohkh]

[Spock quirked an eyebrow that spoke volumes... it implied 'have you seen my people?'
Then the Vulcan snuggled into the warmth of his T'hy'la... enjoying this moment for what it was. Spock found that he had to hold himself back in many aspects of their relationship. On Vulcan, they would have placed in their minds a small bond... so that they could get used to each other. This would be followed by several sessions of melding...

Spock so desperately wanted to know Jim's mind... and he had to consciously keep his fingers to himself during coitus, otherwise he would have joined them then and there.

He knew that Jim had to take time and decide what they should do... in the meantime though...
...Spock felt compelled to show Jim what he means to him. And that no matter what he decides, the Vulcan will always be there for him. Spock was resolved to start research as soon as he could.

For now though.... he was quite cozy.]

[demon_prosecutor]

<sub>[Perhaps Jim was about to fail Uhura's 'communication' mission already. He would have jumped on the very plan Spock just thought of. He thought bonding was an all or nothing deal. He was getting himself ready to dive in cold turkey and... well, sink or swim. That was a big decision.

But he didn't want to think about that right now. Right now he was curled up with Spock, holding him close and watching as the clouds sailed by outside in the bay. This was heaven, honestly. Naked, curled up, just had sex with his true love... best feeling ever.]</sub>

[spohkh]

[It does seem that 'all good things must come to an end'... because later, Spock received a Comm from a few of the members of the higher brass, asking him to come in early the next morning for a meeting.

He knew it was nothing serious. It was one of the stipulations for having permission to stay with Jim while the Enterprise was dry-docked. The Vulcan was available to overview the lab work and statistics for the Academy.

They were probably looking for a report on Jim... but the Vulcan would rather tell them in the most round-about way where they can 'stick it'. It became a rather fascinating game to insult people without them knowing it.

No matter... Later that night, while Jim was sleeping, Spock finally had some time to do research on showing love for your significant other.
Spock quirked an eyebrow...

....almost every source suggested flowers.

With a nod of resolution, Spock put in his order. It would be an interesting week... for both of them.
Spock was gone before Jim woke up the next morning... but to greet him on the bedside table was a vase full of honeysuckle... and if he goes into the kitchen, he will find a massive bowl filled with alstroemeria. There was a note in the kitchen....]

Ashel-veh, I will be detained at the Academy until 13:30. If you require anything, do not hesitate to contact me.
Wani ro yani ra aisha, Spock.

[demon_prosecutor]

<sub>[The starfleet brass were just being nosy, which was understandable considering their very own Fleet Admiral had used such deception... how had they missed his corruption? It was a frightening time for the entire organization and typical human paranoia was active. Spock might find himself being pressed repeatedly for details but remaining his firm self would only comfort them in the end. Someone had to be the rock around here.

Jim stirred awake, a bit disappointed Spock was gone. It figured... they couldn't have forever off and Bones had him on medical leave. It was only a matter of time before Starfleet called on Spock. No matter... he had a lot of experimental cooking to be doing today.

Wait since when did they have flowers on the nightstand? Wait.. honeysuckle? Oh hell yes!

Jim trailed into the kitchen, sucking on a honey blossom.... mnn sweet nectar. Oh, more flowers. He liked these... almost tiger-esque. He read the note, and sadly there was nothing about the flowers. Well... alright then. Spock was traditional, he wouldn't argue it. These looked like they cost a pretty credit...

Anyway. Cooking. Plomeeks. He finished his honeysuckles, made a quick breakfast and began his experimentation. These veggies were a lot like carrots... in that case he had plenty of ideas...]</sub>

[spohkh]

[Well, what Jim didn't know was that depending on his decision, he was planning on taking leave so that he can adequately take care of him while his mind adjusts.
However... that was put on hold until the decision was made after all.

At around 11:00, there was a knock on the door.]

[demon_prosecutor]

<sub>[Uhm.... a knock? Well... he was the only one home so he stepped away from the stove and looked through the peephole.

Wha?

What the hell was all that?

He opened the door, looking at the young boy with a bouquet of multicolored roses.]</sub>

Ah... hello?



Man, someone must love you a lot. This is the third bouquet today!

Yeah, I know... ah... are there any more coming?

Nope, that's the last one today.

Good good... _{what does this all mean anyway...}

Huh? _{[the kid seemed surprised as Jim signed for the flowers.]} You don't know what the flowers mean? Here, lemme show you.

Huh? Wha-- I didn't mean--

My parents own the flower shop that these came from, I know this stuff!

Yeah I bet you do...

See there's eleven roses, that means whoever sent them really loves you. And this red one means love... this orange one means they're really excited about you, the dark red one means they think you're beautiful, the pink one is like...perfect happiness. My mom says this coral one means 'desire'... and the white one is the one people get married with.

_{[Jim had to hand it to the kid, he was better at this than he was, he didn't know any of them other than the red one.]}

That's pretty good... do you know the other ones?

Huh? Oh yeah, the honeysuckle is for bonding with the person you love and the Alstro...Alstromer.... the orange ones mean loyalty.

Huh... thanks. _{[he handed the kid a twenty, bringing a smile to his face]} Stay out of trouble.

<sub>[he headed inside, looking at the flowers... he had to text Spock now.]



I love you too...</sub>

[spohkh]

[Spock looked at his padd while he observed the labs. He may or may not have smiled just a teeny tiny bit.... however he schooled himself as soon as he saw the look of concern on an ensigns face.

Soon enough, Spock was leaving the Academy.... and with a quick pit stop to pick up an extra 'something', he made his way home. He never had a room-mate before... never had someone he was looking forward to seeing when he got home..

... A wave of pleasurable possessiveness swept through the Vulcan at the thought of his T'hy'la waiting for him at his place.
Box of 'something' in hand, the Vulcan let himself into his apartment...]

Jim?

[demon_prosecutor]

<sub>[The place smelled like...well plomeeks. Jim had gone through several iterations of them. Glazed, cooked in oil, baked, he even had a...something in the oven with them but that was a bit of a surprise. Right now he was working on some chips. He had a vegetable peeler and was making thin shaves that he brushed with oil and sprinkled with salt and pepper before sticking them into the oven along with the other item...

He looked over his shoulder as he stood upright once more... and he beamed.]</sub>



Hey~!

_{[Quickly he stepped over to Spock, past the vase of orange blooms, past the new vase of eleven roses... past the honeysuckle blossoms back in water again now nectar-less... He took his love by the shoulders and dragged him into a passionate kiss]}

[spohkh]

[Spock hummed in pleasure as he was pulled into the kiss... Wrapping his arms around his T'hy'la, he nearly forgot about the box he had in his hands... and it bumped into Jim's back.

Pulling away (mournfully) from the kiss, Spock looked at his T'hy'la and smiled that small half-smile that was only reserved for him.... and presented Jim with a box of chocolates.]

This is for you.

[Spock inhaled deeply... and had to refrain from rolling his eyes in pleasure at the smell in the kitchen. It was simply divine. Jim was cooking the plomeeks? The Vulcan couldn't wait to eat them... his mouth practically watering in anticipation.]

[demon_prosecutor]

_{[Well look at them. So domestic... you'd never guess that they explored space and killed aliens in their nine to five. Oh well, being domestic was a welcome break and Jim was pretty sure they wouldn't get another one for five years...]}

Aww, you are going all out... thank you. _{[Awesome. Something he can use. Candy~! Much better than flowers.]}

What brought this one? Did you just miss me that bad?

_{[he set the box on the table next to the roses and returned to the stove. Ah, more plomeek time~ He kind of liked these veggies.]}

I've been toying with these all day. I made a ton of stuff. So... I figured we'd just try them all and see what we think.

[spohkh]

[Spock blushes a bit green at the question... but then he answers in that vague way that means a half-truth or explanation.]

I find that there is always something 'lacking' while not in your presence... the gifting of chocolates is something that one does in a relationship.

[Yeah... Spock does and doesn't know what he's doing. The Box of Chocolates was a piece of information that he had looked up this afternoon. A 'favour' that one bestows on their significant other.
Spock was worthy to keep around, right? Right.

The Vulcan's fingers twitched as he followed Jim into the kitchen... he wanted to sample the Vulcan vegetable.]

I find that I am looking forward to when we eat, Jim.

[demon_prosecutor]

_{[He smiled, taking Spock's hand as he stepped back into the kitchen. He pressed his fingers to the vulcan's, offering him a little reward for his kindness. And yes he was absolutely a keeper. Jim would keep him forever.]}

That it is, my man, that it is. I didn't know you liked chocolate, I'll have to get you some.

_{[he agitated the plomeeks he was cooking in oil a bit. They were getting golden, looking rather delicious. And to the side there was a pot boiling with a familiar colored liquid cooking. Jim stirred it a bit]}

I'm not sure about this... I mean it tastes alright but it needs something... here. _{[he offered Spock a spoonful to sample]}

And if you want you can have what I'm making as soon as it's done.