Alphabet Vignette - I
Title: I is for Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Spock x Dr. McCoy
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Star Trek and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: 5 of 26. First shot at writing for this fandom. But I was truly itching to write some Spock love. <3 And writing McCoy came easier than writing Kirk. So, voila~!
He was not, truly, surprised - shock was a human trait and therefore nowhere in his repertoire - but it would be a flat-out lie to say the confession was expected. He stood alone with McCoy in the infirmary, the doctor mere feet away with anxiety and pent-up passion practically pouring from his skin. Spock quirked a thin eyebrow at him, prepared to cut through the thick and uncomfortable silence that had followed the six heavy words McCoy had spoken - the last three words were added afterthought ( “you pointy-eared ignoramus”).
“It is illogical,” he said, deadpan, his catchphrase easing off his tongue with no problems, “to fall in love with a Vulcan, particularly one with whom you share a working space with and who is also - I don’t think I need to remind you - a fellow male.”
McCoy cursed under his breath and refrained from throwing his hands up in the air with exasperation.
“It doesn’t have anything to do with logic, with making sense!” He took a few strides closer to the stoic man. “You fall in love with someone - you kiss someone and touch someone - because it feels good, makes you smile. It doesn’t need to make sense, hell, most of the time it makes no sense at all! But that doesn’t stop it from happening.” His expression softened slightly as a slightly hesitant hand reached out to touch Spock’s own. “Man or woman, Vulcan or human…love doesn’t know any restrictions or barriers or differences…annoyingly enough,” he added with a roll of his eyes.
Spock felt warm, though he reassured himself that it was from the mere contact of flesh against flesh, and not anything more.
“What do you expect me to say?”
“Oh come on, Spock. Work with me for crying out loud!” He released the other man’s hand roughly. “What are you thinking? Nothing at all?”
“I am thinking,” he replied, calm in contrast to the doctor’s growing irritation, “that you are in an unfortunate situation, as I cannot love you back.”
“Like hell you can’t!” McCoy all but snarled, then reached both hands up simultaneously - one to grip at Spock’s arm, the other to grab his neck - and pulled at his head while thrusting his own forward, causing their mouths to collide rather abruptly. McCoy’s lips were firm, exuding bruising pressure until they parted, a slick and questing tongue coaxed Spock’s unbelievably pliant lips to do the same. When they pulled away for air, McCoy eyed the Vulcan in satisfaction.
“There, you see? You kissed me back. Obviously a slip of sort, a peek at your true feelings.”
Spock simply shrugged.
“There was very little room for resistance. It seemed like the only logical course of action.”
“Of course. But can you look me in the eye at this very moment and tell me that you did not feel one single thing in that kiss?”
When Spock remained silent, McCoy gave him a knowing nod.
“Exactly. So if it was something that we both enjoyed, then stopping it now would be…well, illogical, don’t you agree?”
Spock could tell from the smug smile on McCoy’s face that the doctor already knew he had won. So Spock saw no reason in answering him, opting instead to kiss him again.
Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing: Spock x Dr. McCoy
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Star Trek and its characters do not belong to me.
A/N: 5 of 26. First shot at writing for this fandom. But I was truly itching to write some Spock love. <3 And writing McCoy came easier than writing Kirk. So, voila~!
He was not, truly, surprised - shock was a human trait and therefore nowhere in his repertoire - but it would be a flat-out lie to say the confession was expected. He stood alone with McCoy in the infirmary, the doctor mere feet away with anxiety and pent-up passion practically pouring from his skin. Spock quirked a thin eyebrow at him, prepared to cut through the thick and uncomfortable silence that had followed the six heavy words McCoy had spoken - the last three words were added afterthought ( “you pointy-eared ignoramus”).
“It is illogical,” he said, deadpan, his catchphrase easing off his tongue with no problems, “to fall in love with a Vulcan, particularly one with whom you share a working space with and who is also - I don’t think I need to remind you - a fellow male.”
McCoy cursed under his breath and refrained from throwing his hands up in the air with exasperation.
“It doesn’t have anything to do with logic, with making sense!” He took a few strides closer to the stoic man. “You fall in love with someone - you kiss someone and touch someone - because it feels good, makes you smile. It doesn’t need to make sense, hell, most of the time it makes no sense at all! But that doesn’t stop it from happening.” His expression softened slightly as a slightly hesitant hand reached out to touch Spock’s own. “Man or woman, Vulcan or human…love doesn’t know any restrictions or barriers or differences…annoyingly enough,” he added with a roll of his eyes.
Spock felt warm, though he reassured himself that it was from the mere contact of flesh against flesh, and not anything more.
“What do you expect me to say?”
“Oh come on, Spock. Work with me for crying out loud!” He released the other man’s hand roughly. “What are you thinking? Nothing at all?”
“I am thinking,” he replied, calm in contrast to the doctor’s growing irritation, “that you are in an unfortunate situation, as I cannot love you back.”
“Like hell you can’t!” McCoy all but snarled, then reached both hands up simultaneously - one to grip at Spock’s arm, the other to grab his neck - and pulled at his head while thrusting his own forward, causing their mouths to collide rather abruptly. McCoy’s lips were firm, exuding bruising pressure until they parted, a slick and questing tongue coaxed Spock’s unbelievably pliant lips to do the same. When they pulled away for air, McCoy eyed the Vulcan in satisfaction.
“There, you see? You kissed me back. Obviously a slip of sort, a peek at your true feelings.”
Spock simply shrugged.
“There was very little room for resistance. It seemed like the only logical course of action.”
“Of course. But can you look me in the eye at this very moment and tell me that you did not feel one single thing in that kiss?”
When Spock remained silent, McCoy gave him a knowing nod.
“Exactly. So if it was something that we both enjoyed, then stopping it now would be…well, illogical, don’t you agree?”
Spock could tell from the smug smile on McCoy’s face that the doctor already knew he had won. So Spock saw no reason in answering him, opting instead to kiss him again.