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drive_through_rxTitle: Spectacular
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 360
Notes: Prompt was glasses!kink, Spock gets them, Kirk loves them. COME ON. Like I could pass that by.
The turbolift doors slide open. Jim doesn't have to turn to know who's stepped onto the bridge; there's only one person on duty who hasn't already been acknowledged by the captain.
"Mr. Spock. I'm surprised, you're usually--" Mid-turn, the words turn to a slight and startled inhalation.
It appears that his First Officer has finally failed a test. It just happened to be an eye exam. Spock's lips press together, the slight lift of his chin like a dare, go ahead, I know you're going to mock me, I don't care. Mocking is the last thing on Jim's mind. The glasses somehow fit Spock's angular face perfectly, thin metal frames that hold the sides and bottom of the lenses while leaving the tops clear. It's a strange design, one that accommodates the Vulcan's distinctive brows and adds an entirely unnecessary dose of gravitas to his solemn mien.
Kirk finds himself suddenly and unaccountably entertaining a number of fantasies-- Spock's dark eyes looking up at him over the lenses while on his knees before Jim; light glinting off them and sweat fogging them up as Spock's face flushes green with pleasure, pinned under Jim's body; gently removing them from Spock's pointed ears, letting his fingers play over the sensitive tips, before folding the arms of the glasses and placing them on a bedside table, settling down to sleep with his beloved-- where did that romantic thought come from?
He swallows, knowing full well there's a blush rising to his cheeks, and he still hasn't looked away from Spock, who's looking back at him with one eyebrow raised curiously.
"You were saying, Captain?" Was he? What was he even thinking before Spock walked in?
"The glasses suit you," he says, not answering the question but honest anyhow. "Very scholarly."
"The association of spectacles with intelligence is a stereotype," Spock answers, but maybe, maybe that's the tiny quirk of a smile at the corner of his lips. He nods at Kirk and takes his place at his station. Kirk stares at the viewscreen blankly, aware that he's going to be wrecked for focus at least for the rest of the shift.
Title: Acronyms
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 535
Notes: The prompt was Kirk's mouth (take that as you will). WELL.
It's not logical to waste time during a meal, but Spock picks up on a lot of intra-ship gossip while lingering over a cup of tea or some sweet dessert. Because he prefers to dine alone, he's free to pay attention to other conversations. Usually the topics are work, the quality of the food, and the attractiveness of other crew members or various celebrities.
He always pays more attention to the rumors about Captain Kirk. Most of the time, they're profoundly unbelievable. Occasionally he gains some insight about the young officer, and that's not always a positive thing.
So while he's eating ice cream one delicate spoonful at a time, he hears Kirk from by the 3-D chess set and starts paying attention.
Have you ever seen him when he's just thinking? Staring off into the distance. Gad, his eyes.
Eyes nothing, the Captain's got a sweeter pair of DSLs than Nurse Chapel.
Looks aren't everything. Then again, he is kind of a slut, isn't he?
Have you seen him flirting lately? It's all for show. I think the CO and the XO are MFEO.
You're full of shit!
Spock's brows pulled together slightly. CO and XO were Commanding and Executive Officers, but the other acronyms eluded him. Of course, Uhura was the person to ask for definitions.
"Did you just... no, I need some context." Uhura's averted eyes and quirked lips indicated that she was repressing laughter. Spock didn't know what was so funny.
"The crewman said that the captain was in possession of a pair of DSLs," he said, and frowned the slightest bit when Uhura covered her mouth and broke into chuckles. "I fail to understand--"
"You might not want to," she interrupted, eyes sparkling. "Sir."
"I would not have asked had I not wished to know, Lieutenant." She still wouldn't meet his eyes, but did take a moment to compose herself.
"I believe the crewman in question was suggesting that Captain Kirk has dick-sucking lips, sir." Spock's eyebrows rose, and Uhura continued. "MFEO likely means made for each other, in the context of gossip. Will that be all, sir?"
"Quite. Thank you, Lieutenant." She had just been relieved of duty; he was headed toward the bridge, and was met in the turbolift by the same topic of discussion, who offered Spock a cheery smile.
"Staff evaluations are beginning tomorrow. Don't forget." Not likely. Why Kirk should be so excited about a vital but admittedly tedious task was beyond Spock's understanding. It wasn't until Kirk said his name that Spock realized he'd neglected to answer. "What it is? Do I have something on my--?" He wiped at his lips with the back of his hand, then offered a playful pucker. "Did I get it?"
"There is nothing on your mouth," Spock said, and Kirk nodded.
"Thanks. Nothing worse than people staring at you for something like that."
The turbolift doors opened, and Spock followed Kirk onto the bridge. Taking his seat at the science station, he couldn't help casting one more glance back at the captain.
Well. The crewman may not have been speaking from empirical evidence, but that did not affect the fact that Jim Kirk did have a very fuckable-looking mouth.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 360
Notes: Prompt was glasses!kink, Spock gets them, Kirk loves them. COME ON. Like I could pass that by.
The turbolift doors slide open. Jim doesn't have to turn to know who's stepped onto the bridge; there's only one person on duty who hasn't already been acknowledged by the captain.
"Mr. Spock. I'm surprised, you're usually--" Mid-turn, the words turn to a slight and startled inhalation.
It appears that his First Officer has finally failed a test. It just happened to be an eye exam. Spock's lips press together, the slight lift of his chin like a dare, go ahead, I know you're going to mock me, I don't care. Mocking is the last thing on Jim's mind. The glasses somehow fit Spock's angular face perfectly, thin metal frames that hold the sides and bottom of the lenses while leaving the tops clear. It's a strange design, one that accommodates the Vulcan's distinctive brows and adds an entirely unnecessary dose of gravitas to his solemn mien.
Kirk finds himself suddenly and unaccountably entertaining a number of fantasies-- Spock's dark eyes looking up at him over the lenses while on his knees before Jim; light glinting off them and sweat fogging them up as Spock's face flushes green with pleasure, pinned under Jim's body; gently removing them from Spock's pointed ears, letting his fingers play over the sensitive tips, before folding the arms of the glasses and placing them on a bedside table, settling down to sleep with his beloved-- where did that romantic thought come from?
He swallows, knowing full well there's a blush rising to his cheeks, and he still hasn't looked away from Spock, who's looking back at him with one eyebrow raised curiously.
"You were saying, Captain?" Was he? What was he even thinking before Spock walked in?
"The glasses suit you," he says, not answering the question but honest anyhow. "Very scholarly."
"The association of spectacles with intelligence is a stereotype," Spock answers, but maybe, maybe that's the tiny quirk of a smile at the corner of his lips. He nods at Kirk and takes his place at his station. Kirk stares at the viewscreen blankly, aware that he's going to be wrecked for focus at least for the rest of the shift.
Title: Acronyms
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 535
Notes: The prompt was Kirk's mouth (take that as you will). WELL.
It's not logical to waste time during a meal, but Spock picks up on a lot of intra-ship gossip while lingering over a cup of tea or some sweet dessert. Because he prefers to dine alone, he's free to pay attention to other conversations. Usually the topics are work, the quality of the food, and the attractiveness of other crew members or various celebrities.
He always pays more attention to the rumors about Captain Kirk. Most of the time, they're profoundly unbelievable. Occasionally he gains some insight about the young officer, and that's not always a positive thing.
So while he's eating ice cream one delicate spoonful at a time, he hears Kirk from by the 3-D chess set and starts paying attention.
Have you ever seen him when he's just thinking? Staring off into the distance. Gad, his eyes.
Eyes nothing, the Captain's got a sweeter pair of DSLs than Nurse Chapel.
Looks aren't everything. Then again, he is kind of a slut, isn't he?
Have you seen him flirting lately? It's all for show. I think the CO and the XO are MFEO.
You're full of shit!
Spock's brows pulled together slightly. CO and XO were Commanding and Executive Officers, but the other acronyms eluded him. Of course, Uhura was the person to ask for definitions.
"Did you just... no, I need some context." Uhura's averted eyes and quirked lips indicated that she was repressing laughter. Spock didn't know what was so funny.
"The crewman said that the captain was in possession of a pair of DSLs," he said, and frowned the slightest bit when Uhura covered her mouth and broke into chuckles. "I fail to understand--"
"You might not want to," she interrupted, eyes sparkling. "Sir."
"I would not have asked had I not wished to know, Lieutenant." She still wouldn't meet his eyes, but did take a moment to compose herself.
"I believe the crewman in question was suggesting that Captain Kirk has dick-sucking lips, sir." Spock's eyebrows rose, and Uhura continued. "MFEO likely means made for each other, in the context of gossip. Will that be all, sir?"
"Quite. Thank you, Lieutenant." She had just been relieved of duty; he was headed toward the bridge, and was met in the turbolift by the same topic of discussion, who offered Spock a cheery smile.
"Staff evaluations are beginning tomorrow. Don't forget." Not likely. Why Kirk should be so excited about a vital but admittedly tedious task was beyond Spock's understanding. It wasn't until Kirk said his name that Spock realized he'd neglected to answer. "What it is? Do I have something on my--?" He wiped at his lips with the back of his hand, then offered a playful pucker. "Did I get it?"
"There is nothing on your mouth," Spock said, and Kirk nodded.
"Thanks. Nothing worse than people staring at you for something like that."
The turbolift doors opened, and Spock followed Kirk onto the bridge. Taking his seat at the science station, he couldn't help casting one more glance back at the captain.
Well. The crewman may not have been speaking from empirical evidence, but that did not affect the fact that Jim Kirk did have a very fuckable-looking mouth.
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I giggled a lot and omg.
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