[TWBI] First
Title: First
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 947
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: Happy Halloween!
"I don't think your dad likes me much."
I turn to Jim. He is sitting on the couch in our guest room and is sweating profusely. He leans down and takes off his boots. We are on Vulcan II and have just returned from a dinner with my father, Ambassador Sarek. While both my father, with whom I am currently on terse speaking terms since my decision to stay with Starfleet, and I showed no emotions during the meal, Jim was extremely nervous and apprehensive. His ability to block his emotions from traveling through our bond is adequate, but his emotional impressions still drifted to me throughout dinner and caused me to feel his large uneasiness. No matter how much assurance I sent to him, he remained anxious. It has only slightly mollified since we returned to our room.
"What has caused you to think this?"
"What are you talking about, Spock? Couldn't you tell? I mean, the last time I saw the guy was on the bridge before we went after Nero and I'm sure that didn't leave a great impression." He shifts slightly. "He looks at me and is thinking, 'Shit! This is the asshole that emotionally compromised my son by insulting my wife within hours of her death. He's a crazy-ass, emotional, impulsive human. Now he's a damn captain, my son's captain, and he's banging him, too? What the fuck?'"
I raise an eyebrow. "Yes, Jim. I am sure those are his exact thoughts."
He tries to stop from grinning and throws a couch pillow at me, which I catch before it hits my face.
"Why is it funnier when you use sarcasm?"
"It is probably more effective because I do not use it as frequently as you do."
He opens his mouth to speak, but grins sheepishly and closes it.
"He showed no emotion tonight. I believe you are merely projecting your guilt, which is unjustified, onto him."
He hesitates. "Maybe, but I can read Vulcan well."
"You do have an elementary level of literacy when it comes to Vulcan texts, but I do not see how this aids you in interpreting my father's perception of you."
"Not Vulcan texts. I meant since I've been around you I can read Vulcan faces. Vulcans show more emotions than they like to admit, yanno."
"You may be able to read my facial twitches but your ability is aided by our connection."
"I could read you before we did it though."
I frown. "We had a connection before we 'did it', Jim. It was just subtle, so you may not have noticed."
He looks at me, curious. "Really? Could you feel my emotions before we slept together? I mean, without touching?"
"You constantly show your emotions, as do most humans. I do not need a connection to see what any of you are feeling. But yes, I did."
"But I need a connection to tell what a Vulcan feels? When did we form a connection?"
I ponder this momentarily. "We probably formed a connection strong enough for you to notice after our first kiss."
He frowns. "But I can remember being able to read you before the Chi Sigma IV diplomatic dinner."
I raise my eyebrow. "That was not our first kiss."
Jim sits up, confusion on his face. "Yeah it was. I remember. You kissed me on the shuttle back."
"We did kiss then, but our first kiss was 4.2 months before, done during one of your drunken stupors."
His eyes widen. "What?"
"You did not appear to remember afterward, but I thought I told you after we formed our relationship."
He looked at me incredulously. "No, you didn't."
I place my hands at the small of my back. "It occurred after you returned from meeting Balok after your 'bluffing match'. You had drunk a large amount of tranya aboard his ship. Because of your state, you called and requested I escort you back to your quarters. Outside your door, you suddenly placed a 'good night' kiss on me."
Jim sat and stared at me, slightly slack-jawed and wide-eyed, for a long moment, the information apparently sinking in slowly. "You're kidding."
My eyebrow twitches. "Vulcans do not kid."
He looks down and thinks, trying to desperately search for this memory.
"As I said, you were heavily intoxicated, so it is not surprising that you do not remember."
He frowns and leans back. "Then it doesn't count."
"Clarify."
He looks up at me. "I don't remember it so it doesn't count."
I am puzzled. "Does not… 'count'?"
"Yeah. Spock, I don't want to consider our first kiss to be one I can't remember."
"But it was our first," I say as I walk over to him. "And, if it had not occurred, I would not have found myself growing fond of you and, therefore, would not have felt the urge to kiss you on that shuttle."
He shifts. "What? Really?"
"Yes." I sit next to him. "I had no feelings for you beyond friendship before it."
He gives a small grin. "Wait, so you started falling for me after I kissed you?"
"Indeed. Your kisses can be very persuasive, Jim."
His grin grows to a large smirk. He leans over and grants me with what we had been discussing. His lips are chapped from the dry heat of Vulcan II, but it does not make it any less sweet. Great warmth fills me from the contact, and I am grateful that there is no trace of his previous anxieties.
He pulls back. "Alright then, how does your dad feel about me?"
I do not respond.
"He doesn't like me, does he?"
"No, he does not."
"Shit."
Next: Birthday Gift
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 947
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: Happy Halloween!
"I don't think your dad likes me much."
I turn to Jim. He is sitting on the couch in our guest room and is sweating profusely. He leans down and takes off his boots. We are on Vulcan II and have just returned from a dinner with my father, Ambassador Sarek. While both my father, with whom I am currently on terse speaking terms since my decision to stay with Starfleet, and I showed no emotions during the meal, Jim was extremely nervous and apprehensive. His ability to block his emotions from traveling through our bond is adequate, but his emotional impressions still drifted to me throughout dinner and caused me to feel his large uneasiness. No matter how much assurance I sent to him, he remained anxious. It has only slightly mollified since we returned to our room.
"What has caused you to think this?"
"What are you talking about, Spock? Couldn't you tell? I mean, the last time I saw the guy was on the bridge before we went after Nero and I'm sure that didn't leave a great impression." He shifts slightly. "He looks at me and is thinking, 'Shit! This is the asshole that emotionally compromised my son by insulting my wife within hours of her death. He's a crazy-ass, emotional, impulsive human. Now he's a damn captain, my son's captain, and he's banging him, too? What the fuck?'"
I raise an eyebrow. "Yes, Jim. I am sure those are his exact thoughts."
He tries to stop from grinning and throws a couch pillow at me, which I catch before it hits my face.
"Why is it funnier when you use sarcasm?"
"It is probably more effective because I do not use it as frequently as you do."
He opens his mouth to speak, but grins sheepishly and closes it.
"He showed no emotion tonight. I believe you are merely projecting your guilt, which is unjustified, onto him."
He hesitates. "Maybe, but I can read Vulcan well."
"You do have an elementary level of literacy when it comes to Vulcan texts, but I do not see how this aids you in interpreting my father's perception of you."
"Not Vulcan texts. I meant since I've been around you I can read Vulcan faces. Vulcans show more emotions than they like to admit, yanno."
"You may be able to read my facial twitches but your ability is aided by our connection."
"I could read you before we did it though."
I frown. "We had a connection before we 'did it', Jim. It was just subtle, so you may not have noticed."
He looks at me, curious. "Really? Could you feel my emotions before we slept together? I mean, without touching?"
"You constantly show your emotions, as do most humans. I do not need a connection to see what any of you are feeling. But yes, I did."
"But I need a connection to tell what a Vulcan feels? When did we form a connection?"
I ponder this momentarily. "We probably formed a connection strong enough for you to notice after our first kiss."
He frowns. "But I can remember being able to read you before the Chi Sigma IV diplomatic dinner."
I raise my eyebrow. "That was not our first kiss."
Jim sits up, confusion on his face. "Yeah it was. I remember. You kissed me on the shuttle back."
"We did kiss then, but our first kiss was 4.2 months before, done during one of your drunken stupors."
His eyes widen. "What?"
"You did not appear to remember afterward, but I thought I told you after we formed our relationship."
He looked at me incredulously. "No, you didn't."
I place my hands at the small of my back. "It occurred after you returned from meeting Balok after your 'bluffing match'. You had drunk a large amount of tranya aboard his ship. Because of your state, you called and requested I escort you back to your quarters. Outside your door, you suddenly placed a 'good night' kiss on me."
Jim sat and stared at me, slightly slack-jawed and wide-eyed, for a long moment, the information apparently sinking in slowly. "You're kidding."
My eyebrow twitches. "Vulcans do not kid."
He looks down and thinks, trying to desperately search for this memory.
"As I said, you were heavily intoxicated, so it is not surprising that you do not remember."
He frowns and leans back. "Then it doesn't count."
"Clarify."
He looks up at me. "I don't remember it so it doesn't count."
I am puzzled. "Does not… 'count'?"
"Yeah. Spock, I don't want to consider our first kiss to be one I can't remember."
"But it was our first," I say as I walk over to him. "And, if it had not occurred, I would not have found myself growing fond of you and, therefore, would not have felt the urge to kiss you on that shuttle."
He shifts. "What? Really?"
"Yes." I sit next to him. "I had no feelings for you beyond friendship before it."
He gives a small grin. "Wait, so you started falling for me after I kissed you?"
"Indeed. Your kisses can be very persuasive, Jim."
His grin grows to a large smirk. He leans over and grants me with what we had been discussing. His lips are chapped from the dry heat of Vulcan II, but it does not make it any less sweet. Great warmth fills me from the contact, and I am grateful that there is no trace of his previous anxieties.
He pulls back. "Alright then, how does your dad feel about me?"
I do not respond.
"He doesn't like me, does he?"
"No, he does not."
"Shit."
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