[TWBI] Swimming
Title: Swimming
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 1044
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: This is not the first illogical action I have ever participated in because of James Tiberius Kirk. I doubt it will be the last. Masterlist
Previous: Solid Ground
“JIM!” I shout as I feel myself be pulled and we fall down, down. The firm grip on my waist tightens as we impact the surface of the water. Breath leaves my lungs. I struggle and the hold releases. I frantically flail towards what I assume is up. I breach the surface and inhale deeply, quickly looking for the nearest land before I sink under once again. After wildly floundering, I feel ground beneath my feet and quickly run up it. Once I am a comfortable distance from the water’s edge I sit down with the purpose of regaining my breath and my composure.
I watch Jim walk slowly out of the plunge pool, wincing. He had landed flat on his back when he grabbed me and jumped off of the top of the waterfall. I usually find myself doing illogical things in Jim’s presence, but how he had managed to convince me to go to such a height and stand so near the edge was lost on me. It certainly was not going to happen again.
He groans as he walks up next to me and lies down on his stomach. His back is red from the collision with the water’s surface. The gold of his tan legs, the blue of his swimsuit and the red of his back created a rather jarring combination. “Fuck, that hurt.”
I glare down at him, made more intense by my discomfort from sitting in wet shorts. “I cannot swim.” Water is- had been such a rare commodity on Vulcan that things such as swimming were seen as not only illogical but also disrespectful.
He winces, but not from his back. “Yeah, you weren’t exactly graceful getting out of the water.” He rocks his body a few times to presumably readjust the placement of the pebbles beneath him. “Swimming was part of the required survival classes at the Academy. I guess I just assumed.”
“You assumed wrong,” I say, just managing to keep it from becoming a snap.
He looks up at me. “Wait. So if we’re on some planet and I get knocked out and thrown into a lake, you can’t come and get me?” He scoffed. “Some First Officer you are.”
I glare down at him again and he smirks.
I look back to the natural pool. My mind suddenly fully comprehends the notion and I tense, my back straightening like a rod. A horrid feeling grips my abdomen. He had been teasing, but he made an excellent point. What would happen if Jim ended up in a body of water and needed saving?
“Spock?”
I planned my career at Starfleet to become Science Officer. It is a position that normally does not require beaming down, as there are other scientists aboard who will be members of the landing parties instead. I had deemed learning to swim to be an illogical waste of time and the Academy obliged my request to opt out of the aquatic survival course. They had probably assumed the request was because of my culture’s avoidance of wasteful uses of water. They did not ask and I did not bother clarifying; I had gotten my desired result.
“Spock.”
But becoming the Captain’s First Officer gave me the responsibility of ensuring his safety. It was not something that I took lightly, especially after we had formed a friendship and later a bond. I began beaming down as the science officer with him far more often to protect him from the danger he always seems to attract. While it was not to say that he was unable to take care of himself in most situations, I have needed to save him a fair number of times. But if a situation suddenly arose where he was drowning-
“Spock.” Jim’s moist, warm breath caresses my neck. I feel him wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him, resting my back upon his cool chest. I do not know when he had moved.
My muscles only relax marginally and I can feel him squirm behind me. Normally my body relaxes almost instantly to his touch, particularly this amount of contact. But I am still stiff, so he knows I am very troubled.
“I- I was just joking,” he says nervously, his concern in his voice.
“Perhaps, but it is a valid criticism.”
“Valid crit-? Spock, I wasn’t-”
“It is a condition that must be amended. You will teach me to swim.”
Jim paused for a moment. I soon feel his body shake with laughter before it vocalizes itself loudly.
“I fail see how you can be amused when your safety is at risk,” I say incredulously.
“I was just,” he barely says through his laughter, “I was just picturing you in water wings. And an- an inner tube.” His laughter erupts again and he suddenly falls back, taking me with him. “And flippers!”
Such a humored display causes me to forget my anxieties. His feelings of amusement embrace my mind through our contact and my body finally relaxes. I twist in his arms so that I am facing him. An eyebrow rises. “I suppose those are devices that aid one in swimming?”
I bounce on his laughing abdomen. “Yeah, but usually only little kids wear them.”
He looks at me and I find myself staring into his eyes. I wonder why I had never equated their crystal blue with water before.
He takes a hand off my back and places it on my cheek. I lean into the touch. The amusement has died down, replaced with a low, warm, bubbling feeling just beneath the surface of my consciousness.
“I’ll tell you what,” he breaths, “we’ve got four days of travel until we get to Halkan homeworld. I’ll teach you how to swim in the gym’s pool during our recreational shifts.”
“Why not begin now? This natural pool seems sufficient.”
The arm around my body tightens and pulls me up closer to him. He brings my face down to his, our foreheads touching lightly. A smirk forms at the edge of his lips and his eyes flicker like a pond gleaming with sunlight. “Ever had sex in water?”
I had not, and I could feel that he was far too excited to not oblige him.
Next: Happy Halloween!
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 1044
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: This is not the first illogical action I have ever participated in because of James Tiberius Kirk. I doubt it will be the last. Masterlist
Previous: Solid Ground
“JIM!” I shout as I feel myself be pulled and we fall down, down. The firm grip on my waist tightens as we impact the surface of the water. Breath leaves my lungs. I struggle and the hold releases. I frantically flail towards what I assume is up. I breach the surface and inhale deeply, quickly looking for the nearest land before I sink under once again. After wildly floundering, I feel ground beneath my feet and quickly run up it. Once I am a comfortable distance from the water’s edge I sit down with the purpose of regaining my breath and my composure.
I watch Jim walk slowly out of the plunge pool, wincing. He had landed flat on his back when he grabbed me and jumped off of the top of the waterfall. I usually find myself doing illogical things in Jim’s presence, but how he had managed to convince me to go to such a height and stand so near the edge was lost on me. It certainly was not going to happen again.
He groans as he walks up next to me and lies down on his stomach. His back is red from the collision with the water’s surface. The gold of his tan legs, the blue of his swimsuit and the red of his back created a rather jarring combination. “Fuck, that hurt.”
I glare down at him, made more intense by my discomfort from sitting in wet shorts. “I cannot swim.” Water is- had been such a rare commodity on Vulcan that things such as swimming were seen as not only illogical but also disrespectful.
He winces, but not from his back. “Yeah, you weren’t exactly graceful getting out of the water.” He rocks his body a few times to presumably readjust the placement of the pebbles beneath him. “Swimming was part of the required survival classes at the Academy. I guess I just assumed.”
“You assumed wrong,” I say, just managing to keep it from becoming a snap.
He looks up at me. “Wait. So if we’re on some planet and I get knocked out and thrown into a lake, you can’t come and get me?” He scoffed. “Some First Officer you are.”
I glare down at him again and he smirks.
I look back to the natural pool. My mind suddenly fully comprehends the notion and I tense, my back straightening like a rod. A horrid feeling grips my abdomen. He had been teasing, but he made an excellent point. What would happen if Jim ended up in a body of water and needed saving?
“Spock?”
I planned my career at Starfleet to become Science Officer. It is a position that normally does not require beaming down, as there are other scientists aboard who will be members of the landing parties instead. I had deemed learning to swim to be an illogical waste of time and the Academy obliged my request to opt out of the aquatic survival course. They had probably assumed the request was because of my culture’s avoidance of wasteful uses of water. They did not ask and I did not bother clarifying; I had gotten my desired result.
“Spock.”
But becoming the Captain’s First Officer gave me the responsibility of ensuring his safety. It was not something that I took lightly, especially after we had formed a friendship and later a bond. I began beaming down as the science officer with him far more often to protect him from the danger he always seems to attract. While it was not to say that he was unable to take care of himself in most situations, I have needed to save him a fair number of times. But if a situation suddenly arose where he was drowning-
“Spock.” Jim’s moist, warm breath caresses my neck. I feel him wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him, resting my back upon his cool chest. I do not know when he had moved.
My muscles only relax marginally and I can feel him squirm behind me. Normally my body relaxes almost instantly to his touch, particularly this amount of contact. But I am still stiff, so he knows I am very troubled.
“I- I was just joking,” he says nervously, his concern in his voice.
“Perhaps, but it is a valid criticism.”
“Valid crit-? Spock, I wasn’t-”
“It is a condition that must be amended. You will teach me to swim.”
Jim paused for a moment. I soon feel his body shake with laughter before it vocalizes itself loudly.
“I fail see how you can be amused when your safety is at risk,” I say incredulously.
“I was just,” he barely says through his laughter, “I was just picturing you in water wings. And an- an inner tube.” His laughter erupts again and he suddenly falls back, taking me with him. “And flippers!”
Such a humored display causes me to forget my anxieties. His feelings of amusement embrace my mind through our contact and my body finally relaxes. I twist in his arms so that I am facing him. An eyebrow rises. “I suppose those are devices that aid one in swimming?”
I bounce on his laughing abdomen. “Yeah, but usually only little kids wear them.”
He looks at me and I find myself staring into his eyes. I wonder why I had never equated their crystal blue with water before.
He takes a hand off my back and places it on my cheek. I lean into the touch. The amusement has died down, replaced with a low, warm, bubbling feeling just beneath the surface of my consciousness.
“I’ll tell you what,” he breaths, “we’ve got four days of travel until we get to Halkan homeworld. I’ll teach you how to swim in the gym’s pool during our recreational shifts.”
“Why not begin now? This natural pool seems sufficient.”
The arm around my body tightens and pulls me up closer to him. He brings my face down to his, our foreheads touching lightly. A smirk forms at the edge of his lips and his eyes flicker like a pond gleaming with sunlight. “Ever had sex in water?”
I had not, and I could feel that he was far too excited to not oblige him.
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