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[starfleetsfinest]

ooc: erin disappeared again and jim is sad and i am worried

[starchxser-archive]

Question game time!

I was tagged by: sartretrek

Rule 1: Post the rules. Rule 2: Answer the questions given by the tagger, then make 11 new ones. Rule 3: Tag 11 new people. Rule 4: Tell people you tagged ‘em.

Questions I was given:

1. Crepes or Pancakes? Crepes!(cause yes, but I like pancakes, toooooo)

2. Star Wars or Star Trek Star Trek obviously

3. What is your preferred music genre? I’m all over the place with my music.

4. Death to the Patriarchy? Yes

5. I need feminism because… Don’t make me get into this omg don’t make me get into this I will rant and rant and rant. Don’t. Even. Let. Me. Get. Into. This. But here’s a simple thing: because my first boyfriend held a gun to my head and tried to rape me because ‘I’m your boyfriend so I should get to have sex with you’ and just. No.

6. Favorite episode of your favorite TV show I can’t choose a favorite show, how am I suppose to choose a favorite episode?

7. Dream spouse? I’d like Karl Urban please Just someone who can make me laugh, is understanding, and has warm hugs. Liking Star Trek isn’t a deal breaker, but I’ll get them to watch it eventually. As well as everything else.

8. Favorite animal to watch in the zoo? I like the tigers

9. DeForest Kelley is pretty fuckin gorgeous am i rite? Yes. I wish I could squish his face and hug him….. -cries silently-

10. OTP? omg uh McKirk, Spirk, Johnlock, FrostIron, I could keep going. The only fandom I’m in that I don’t have one for is GoT because its dangerous getting attached to those characters.

11. EVERYONE watch In The Flesh!!!!!!!!!!! (That isn’t a question but still) Am I going to get sucked into another fandom?

My questions:

1.) Dream job? 2.) Deaf, blind, or mute? 3.) Favorite season? 4.) If you could be any fantasy creature, what would you be? 5.) Luck number? 6.) Fantasy house? 7.) You get to join Starfleet, what’s your reaction? 9.) Fire, water, air, or earth? 10.) Three positive things about yourself. 11.) Random fact about you.

People I’m tagging: peregrinxs, bones-ad-libitum, forever-a-hybrid, firstcommandervaako, mostpeculiarbeast, mccoyleonardmccoy, ruskiassassin, dirtykhan, riolozhikaik, titaniumallxy, and goldenpetals

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“—- they can fucking fly??”

[starfleetsfinest]

He let his gaze drift downwards and reached out to take his hand, lacing their fingers together in a way that wasn’t sexual, it was simply… as it was. He took a small breath in and looked at the other, though looked was not the correct word - he merely raised his head and kept his gaze flickered down, perhaps to his collarbones.

"I am not good, and I have never been good.” He said quietly. “Because I cannot be like everyone else.” He shrugged a little. “I mean… I can adapt of course, I can adapt to the situation I am in, but that does not mean I will ever be good in ways that others are.”

Jim’s throat felt a little dry as Spock’s hand wrapped around his own, but he knew that it was something that Spock needed. “You are good, though, Spock. You’re incredibly brilliant, you’re smart and funny when you try, and your smile is so special because it’s rare. You’re just different,” he told him, squeezing the hand holding his.

[starfleetsfinest]

Spock trembled but kept his eyes open, staring nervously at Jim and slowly reaching his other, shaking hand, to touch Jim’s chest. He was shivering ever so slightly and he wanted to run away like before - but they had to fix this. He tightened his grip on his hand and looked down at him, shivering all over as he did so. He wanted to be with him, on some mental level, and he placed his fingers against the psi points of Jim’s mind, leaning up to look at him. He wasn’t sure whether Jim wanted him to do it, so he waited for him to tell him that it was fine. Carefully, he stroked his hair back with his fingers, then rested them again on his psi-points.

"I do not know what you are doing." He whispered a little, tangling their legs together as he looked at the man in front of him, though he was still very apprehensive. 

"I do not but… I am intoxicated by you. And that terrifies me."

He recognised the motion that Spock made over his face, and pressed slightly against his chilly hand, looking up at him silently for nearly three minutes. His mind was still spinning, but getting better, going in a more positive direction, especially with Spock at his side. He had panicked so badly with Spock’s announcement of retirement, but now, things were looking up, even as Spock’s eyes full of unbridled fear stared back at him. “I need you with me, Spock. Whether as my first officer, or as my friend, or lover, or whatever you’re willing to give me. But I can’t do anything here without you. Without you, this ship will fail at its mission,” he told him, trying to mentally reach out to him with the feelings that Spock Prime had left him when he’d melded with him, hoping that the strange word would make more sense to him than it did to Jim.

[starfleetsfinest]

Spock gave a muted whimper and his hips stuttered as he felt Jim’s hands slide down a little further. It wouldn’t take much to get him hard and he whined, shivering ever so slightly as he looked at the other through eyes that had begun to dilate.

"Jim…" He whispered softly, a hand extending to prop himself up on the glass, his skin already flushing. He felt like he was going to explode, and he rocked his hips forwards, unable to stop himself from whining low in his throat as those fingertips trailed over his rapidly hardening erection.

"This is payback, is it not?"

"You bet your Vulcan ass it is," he grinned, leaning forward to nip his earlobe as he kept groping his cock, stroking to hardness. They were semi-private, but Jim was getting off to the idea that the universe was watching them in some way. The very stars they were passing would see Spock lose his cool in a stunning and arousing way.  "And I’ll bet that you’re going to come loudly, aren’t you, Spock? You’re going to lose control, and I’m going to love every fucking second of it. If I knew we weren’t going to be interrupted, I’d fuck you against this window. But even if I don’t, I could still get pretty damn close."

[starfleetsfinest]

He traced his fingertips over the side of his jaw and looked at the man in front of him. He looked at Jim, not wanting to have him lost in whatever painful memories were scorching him. His gentle touches traced the lines of his shoulders and he looked down at him, curling his fingers through his hair with delicate touches.

"I care for you." He said quietly. "I care for you so much."

Jim turned his face into Spock’s fingers, gently kissing the tips of his fingers before he sighed and fell back against the pillow. “You show me that every day, Spock. I’m incredibly grateful for you, you know,” he told him, his forehead still against Spock’s shoulder as he tried to get comfortable again.

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Jim slumped into his chair, looking over the clean apartment with a satisfied grin. He and Spock had been going through a rough patch lately, little squabbles popping up here and there. Mostly it ended up with them facing opposite direction in the bed and restless sleeping, at least on Jim's part. 

The crew had been planet side for nearly five months now, having completed their five-year mission, and teaching required courses or taking some classes. They were off for a year, and Jim and Spock were teaching courses at the Academy for their part. He missed space, and the excitement the mission brought, and perhaps that was why he and Spock were fighting. The fights gave him the adrenaline he missed, and he knew that wasn't fair to the Vulcan. 

So here he was, trying to make nice. He'd cleaned up everything to Spock liking, and he even decided to make, not replicate, a fully Vulcan dinner, not meat for himself even, as a peace offering. Getting up, he headed for the kitchen to start the food so it would be ready by the time Spock got home.