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Fic: Observations, Ch 144
Star Trek
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Jim kisses a spot on my neck, then scrapes his teeth over the same spot.

We are in my quarters.  I am preparing a brief for our next mission.  I stop typing as Jim continues to plant kisses down my neck.  His left hand slides down the left side of my torso, his cool touch making the muscles of my stomach tighten.

I have put off this brief for too long.  It was due two hours ago.  My fingers resume their previous motions, my eyes focus on the screen.  Jim can be very distracting, however, when he sets his mind to it.

He decides to pay special attention to my ears, nipping and sucking every part.

Sentences fly out from my fingers.  The entirety of the brief comes together in a moment of clarity and within minutes, I have completed the file and have sent it to the appropriate departments.

Jim exhales through his mouth against my ear, the air charged with moisture and warmth.  It sends blood thrumming through my hands.  He murmurs, voice low and spiked with desire.

“Finished your report?”

“Affirmative.  It seems I lacked the sufficient motivation to complete the task in an expedient manner.”

He laughs, the sound emanating from deep inside his throat.

“Glad I could help.”

He moves my chair so that I am sitting in front of him, then nudges my knees apart using his left leg.  Jim moves closer and my legs naturally separate further until he is standing between them.  His hands peel my shirt off my body.  They hold my shoulders as Jim leans down and kisses me slowly, tortuously.  He continues kissing me as he kneels.  I adjust my own position accordingly so as not to break the contact.  We kiss, mouths open and tongues ranging over now-familiar territory.  Jim’s hands shift and he continues his exploration.

This is different.   In all our previous sexual encounters, the pace was faster, harder.  We pushed each other, experimented relentlessly, lost ourselves in the heat and strokes and hands and mouths.  None of that urgency is present now.  Jim slowly, carefully, almost reverently touches my body.  His fingers linger, they gently press into the corners of my arms, elbows.  When the cool plane of his palm presses into the angle between my thighs, I gasp and arch.  Jim watches my reaction, eyes glowing that otherworldly blue, glowing with desire and want and wonder.

He kisses into my mouth again, passionate and unhurried.  His mouth travels down, tongue and teeth and lips coaxing reactions—moans and sharp intakes of breath—from every inch of me.  He bites and sucks, bites and sucks, drawing green blood from beneath the dermis up to the epidermis, marking me with each motion.

This is different.  It is too close, too slow.  My breath is ragged, and not only from the lust that sings in my veins.  The fire I struggle to suppress is blazing inside my heart, consuming me from  the inside out and I cannot help but tilt my head back when he kisses the right upper quadrant of my abdomen, where my heart pounds against my ribcage.  I briefly close my eyes, then open them and draw upon years of Vulcan discipline to reign in my reactions.  Jim’s middle finger traces the line down my throat, followed by his teeth.

His hand comes up to my face and I close my eyes.

“Spock.”

My eyelids flutter.  I am met with the sight of his blue eyes, intense and burning.  My body is tense.  Jim’s other hand caresses the adductor muscles of my inner thigh.  He moves forward to kiss me, but my head jerks back.  He moves forward again and plants a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.  Then another.  And another until I respond, kissing him lightly at first, finding myself getting pulled into his kiss.

It is different.

It feels so right.

At that moment, I almost let go, I almost admit to myself this truth that blazes within me.  This truth that terrifies me, but feels so right.  Almost.

He breaks the kiss.  We are breathing heavily, inhaling and exhaling through our open mouths.  His nose touches mine.  He exhales on my lips, slow and intimate.  For a moment he remains there, face so close that his eyelashes occasionally brush against my skin.

Then he slides his hands to my hips and pulls me forward until I am sitting on the edge of the chair, legs splayed apart.  The position forces my spine to align perfectly, my shoulders straighten and I find myself sitting in textbook military posture.  Jim places his hands on my quadriceps, thumbs pressing into my adductor muscles.  He removes his touch and I watch as he takes his own shirt off.

And suddenly we are skin to skin, his cool torso leaning into mine as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me flush to him.  He presses kisses into my chest, his right palm is flat against my back while the other hand’s index finger traces the straight path of my spinal column.  My own hands touch him, right hand touching his hair, left hand’s index finger mirroring his action by following the trail of his spinal column.  I begin to shift my legs to wrap them around him but he stops me.

“Pants.  No, let’s go to the bed.”

Jim still holds off on engaging in ‘actual sex.’

But this is different.  It is slow, it is close, it is—intimate.

After we are sated, I find myself wondering how much longer I can suppress the truth before it utterly consumes me.


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i know that it is still incomplete, but this was an interesting update. the different emotions, thoughts, and conflicting natures within Spock were utterly facinating. Spock's reaction to Kirk calling him a half-breed was heartbreaking but very in-character. i loved the chapter where Spock and Uhura performed together, Scotty's reaction was lovely. the intensity of Spock's "fires" are wrenching and sweetly reminicent of first love.

This:

It is different.

It feels so right.

At that moment, I almost let go, I almost admit to myself this truth that blazes within me. This truth that terrifies me, but feels so right. Almost.


and the end:

After we are sated, I find myself wondering how much longer I can suppress the truth before it utterly consumes me

so, so beautiful...


At that moment, I almost let go, I almost admit to myself this truth that blazes within me. This truth that terrifies me, but feels so right. Almost.

It's interesting, usually authors choose to make Jim the hesitant one in the relationship, given his propensity towards (for? towards? I'm so tired...) sex and his reputation as a womanizer.

I love seeing him be more open and Spock being the reserved one, as is probably more realistic in this Universe (and indeed, maybe all of them).

Sentences fly out from my fingers. is probably my favourite sentence in this chapter.

Just beautiful. I kept thinking of Spock's thoughts regarding the term "making love" in the previous update. Wondering if, when he finally allows that inner fire to rage (because I am ultimately an optimist in the grander scheme), he will equate the sensation with those thoughts and understand...

At that moment, I almost let go, I almost admit to myself this truth that blazes within me. This truth that terrifies me, but feels so right. Almost.
~SPOCK! WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE FOR YOU TO LET GO, DYING OF RADIATION AND BEING REGENERATED ON GENESIS?

After we are sated, I find myself wondering how much longer I can suppress the truth before it utterly consumes me.
~Well, at least he's human enough to know that it's truth, but still too damn Vulcan to let it take him. Damn stubborn Spock.

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