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Fic: Observations, Ch 159
Star Trek
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I cannot get Jim’s clothes off fast enough.

He is kissing me, hard and hungry.

“For a few second there”

he undoes my pants

“I thought I was going to die.  Actually die and”

my hands go everywhere

“never see you again.”

He groans as I accidentally rip his boxers trying to pull them off.

“I guess you felt the same way”

he breathes.

I kiss him, hard and hungry.

Sex is fast.  He is still high on adrenaline,

I am still desperate in my need to touch him and make sure he’s here

trapped under my arms, on my bed, in my quarters, moaning my name

like a prayer like a curse telling me he wants me needs me.

He is mine.

Death can’t have him.

No one can have him no one knows him no one can touch him but me.

I am his.

As long as I am alive he is mine to hold and cherish

mine to kiss and caress and fuck and tongue and suck and whisper into his ear

that I am his.

“Spock”

my name on his lips my fingers in his body my tongue making him arc in helpless pleasure

Take all myself

Mine.

I am lost in fire.  I cannot hide from the truth when it burns through me.

I take thee at thy word

“Jim”

He lies, sweating and panting in my arms, his heart pounding.

I kiss him like a secret.

He returns the kiss, soft and sated,

his arms holding me safe, cool, near,

legs entwined like a promise like a vow like a bond

and I breathe.

He kisses me, slow and selfish.

Sex is aching.  I am still captive to my need to make sure he’s here,

he is pulsing with the desire to taste me and memorize

my every moan, my eyelids fluttering, my fingers curling, my head thrown back

his name whispered in the sheets like a proof to a theorem like the truth of this universe

telling him he is mine I am his.

Despair can’t take me.

I am his alone, his kin and confidant, his shield bearer and suppliant.

He is mine.

As long as I am alive I am his to hold and cherish

his to kiss and caress and fuck and tongue and suck and whisper

sweet nothings into my ear.

“Jim”

his name on my lips his cool hands worshipping my body coaxing a fire in my blood in my heart

in my katra

Take all myself

His.

I am lost in fire.  I cannot hide from the truth when it burns through me.

I take thee at thy word

“Spock”

We lie tangled together, breathless and hearts pounding but somehow still longing

to be closer still.

My arms possessive around him

his leg shifting between mine foot traveling from the back of my knee

until we are aligned ankle to ankle lips to lips.

We kiss, quiet, subdued, like whispered secrets.

He falls asleep in my arms

and I am undone.




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Utterly, completely beautiful.

(I have always thought their names so important -- "Jim" and "Spock" and his/my/mine and truth and secrets.)

This is perfect.


BEST. CHAPTER. SO. FAR.

<3

::is in absolute love::

I love this. LOVE THIS.

The utter brilliance of seeing Spock's thought process so broken, so fragmented and frantic juxtaposed with his usually meticulous syntax is just genius.

This is genius.

I adore your description.

Love this. And finally! Spock is admitting things to himself! silly Vulcan...

As long as I am alive he is mine to hold and cherish

mine to kiss and caress and fuck and tongue and suck and whisper into his ear

that I am his.

I adore this line. This whole chapter is so beautiful and fitting and poetic; the perfect follow-up to the tension and intensity of the last few chapters. In general, I really like how you modify the tone from chapter to chapter in such a way that sudden changes are a relief rather than jarring, and even when the emotion is really intense, it doesn't get to be too much before you throw something in to shift it a bit one way or another. Masterfully done, ne.

I have no words. With each chapter you continue to amaze me. ♥

Simply perfect. So much emotion. And I'm still trying to catch my breath.

I... I didn't breathe from beginning to end of reading that. Wow. Wow. The last line (again!) repeats from before doesn't it? Except last time it was Jim's undoing. Wow.

I'm wondering if I'm beginning to see the faintest beginnings of a bonding there...

This is... exactly what the last chapter needed.

How do you do this? So fucking amazing.

Yeah, all our wishes for them to have hot and heavy mind blowing intimate sex after that cluster fuck? You gave it.

And oh wow is it a wonderful chapter. Thank you.

This is the most beautiful thing I read about these two in this whole fandom... I heart this and you to no end. You are so talented it hurts... in a good way. Really, absolutely perfect. Maybe I'm getting so emotional because I listened to the song Ryan Star - Stay awhile while reading this (and oh, it fits so perfectly! I need to read it again)... but anyway, I just needed to get this out. I adore you and your writing. Thank you, for giving us this :) <3

Edited at 2013-03-11 12:08 am (UTC)

his name whispered in the sheets like a proof to a theorem like the truth of this universe

This line, this fucking line is the most perfect piece of poetry. It feels so close an intimate, lyrical and almost quiet yet so significant, and of course pulled off in perfect Spock character.

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