[TWBI] Happy Valentine's Day!
Title: Happy Valentine's Day!
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 973
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: Drunk
Valentine's Day is quite logical.
The traditions and the actions that occur are illogical. The fact that this day exists is expected. Humans hold a very high regard for the emotion of love. It is the main focus of most literature, music, movies and art. It is not surprising that they would create a holiday to celebrate it.
I walk into Jim's quarters after Alpha shift. He is not present, which causes me to suddenly realize that I did not ring for entry and merely let myself in. It is an obvious testament to how comfortable I have become around Jim. He always tells me that I do not need to knock; therefore, I must have taken it subconsciously to heart, as Jim would put it.
I walk forward to stand next to his desk and find the most traditional Valentine's Day items. There is a small bouquet of five white roses in a thin vase and a red heart-shaped box with a white ribbon wrapped around it.
I notice the stems of the roses are golden. I lean down and sniff. A spicy smell tinges my nostrils. They are chameleon roses, flowers with petals that change color based on the mood of the holder. I pick one of the flowers up and the pedals morph to a light blue.
"Calm," a voice says behind me and I turn to see Jim in the doorway, a grin on his face. He walks over and picks up one of the roses. It turns quickly turns to red.
"Excitement?" I ask.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he says before giving me a slow and lingering kiss. He glances down to the flower in my hand, a deep purple. "Lovestruck. So much for Vulcans not feeling any emotions, huh?"
I raise my eyebrow. "Perhaps it is your emotions bleeding through our connection," I suggest, halfheartedly.
He chuckles. "Got that much of an effect on you, huh?" He takes both roses and places them back in the vase, where they slowly fade back to white.
I look around the room. "I do not see any illogical presents," I say. "Other than the chocolate and flowers, of course."
Jim smiles. "I figure I'm enough of a gift." He pauses and tilts his head. "And I couldn't really find anything I thought would be perfect," he adds.
The corners of my mouth twitch upwards. "I believe you are more than sufficient."
He chuckles as he takes my wrist and drags me to the bed. His excitement, lust, fondness and affection stroke my consciousness. He jumps on the bunk and sits cross-legged in the middle. I climb onto the bed and sit in a similar position across from him. He inches forward so that our knees knock together.
He places the heart-shaped box between us, unties the ribbon and lifts the lid. In the box are twenty round balls of chocolate with varying decorations and colors. I raise an eyebrow. "Is there a significance to the embellishments?"
"Uh, yeah." He picks up the heart shaped paper from the bottom of the lid and hands it to me. "It tells you what's in it."
"They do not merely contain chocolate?"
He shakes his head. "Some of them. Not all of them."
I study the paper. There are ten different fillings indicated by what is on the chocolate coating. Covered in crushed nut is peanut butter. Shredded coconut is a coconut cream. Red swirl is cherry. White swirl is marshmallow. Yellow swirl is nougat. Green swirl is mint. White powdered sugar is crème. Powdered chocolate is soft fudge. A chocolate grid is caramel. Plain is milk chocolate.
Jim grins. "Try one."
"You are aware I am not fond of chocolate."
Jim rolls his eyes. "You don't know if you actually like it or not. You never eat it because it has no 'nutritional value'."
I tilt my head. "And yet you continuously ask that I eat it."
"I'm not asking you to stuff your face," he says defensively. "At least try one?"
I hesitate. "It will not intoxicate me," I remind him.
"I know," he groans. "So you tell me all the time. I just want you to try it. It's just a piece of chocolate. It's not going to kill you or disrupt your bowels. It just tastes good."
"Eating something merely because of taste is illogical."
Jim picks up a piece. "No, it's not. It brings enjoyment." He leans forward and plops the caramel filled truffle in his mouth. By the movement of his jaw, it's obvious he is rolling the chocolate ball around on his tongue. His eye lids half close and he makes a rather obscene and exaggerated moan of pleasure.
I feel my face flush green slightly.
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss, which I cannot help but reciprocate. He tastes sweet, a strange rich flavor that fills my senses. The remnant of the treat is both creamy and sticky. He pulls away with a few quick kisses to my lips.
I clear my throat, my green flush now more prominent. I look down to the chocolates and ignore the prodding in the back of my mind reminding me that Vulcans never touch food with their fingers as it as seen as lewd; however, given our activity, I do not see this as a problem. I pick up a truffle with red swirls. "Perhaps I can see the benefit in this method of tasting," I say and hold the chocolate to Jim's mouth.
He smirks before leaning forward and taking the treat, his lips and tongue brushing against my fingertips and causing warmth to form within my abdomen. He savors the chocolate long enough to coat his mouth before kissing me again.
I find I rather like the taste of chocolate.
Next: Child at Heart
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 973
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: Drunk
Valentine's Day is quite logical.
The traditions and the actions that occur are illogical. The fact that this day exists is expected. Humans hold a very high regard for the emotion of love. It is the main focus of most literature, music, movies and art. It is not surprising that they would create a holiday to celebrate it.
I walk into Jim's quarters after Alpha shift. He is not present, which causes me to suddenly realize that I did not ring for entry and merely let myself in. It is an obvious testament to how comfortable I have become around Jim. He always tells me that I do not need to knock; therefore, I must have taken it subconsciously to heart, as Jim would put it.
I walk forward to stand next to his desk and find the most traditional Valentine's Day items. There is a small bouquet of five white roses in a thin vase and a red heart-shaped box with a white ribbon wrapped around it.
I notice the stems of the roses are golden. I lean down and sniff. A spicy smell tinges my nostrils. They are chameleon roses, flowers with petals that change color based on the mood of the holder. I pick one of the flowers up and the pedals morph to a light blue.
"Calm," a voice says behind me and I turn to see Jim in the doorway, a grin on his face. He walks over and picks up one of the roses. It turns quickly turns to red.
"Excitement?" I ask.
"Happy Valentine's Day," he says before giving me a slow and lingering kiss. He glances down to the flower in my hand, a deep purple. "Lovestruck. So much for Vulcans not feeling any emotions, huh?"
I raise my eyebrow. "Perhaps it is your emotions bleeding through our connection," I suggest, halfheartedly.
He chuckles. "Got that much of an effect on you, huh?" He takes both roses and places them back in the vase, where they slowly fade back to white.
I look around the room. "I do not see any illogical presents," I say. "Other than the chocolate and flowers, of course."
Jim smiles. "I figure I'm enough of a gift." He pauses and tilts his head. "And I couldn't really find anything I thought would be perfect," he adds.
The corners of my mouth twitch upwards. "I believe you are more than sufficient."
He chuckles as he takes my wrist and drags me to the bed. His excitement, lust, fondness and affection stroke my consciousness. He jumps on the bunk and sits cross-legged in the middle. I climb onto the bed and sit in a similar position across from him. He inches forward so that our knees knock together.
He places the heart-shaped box between us, unties the ribbon and lifts the lid. In the box are twenty round balls of chocolate with varying decorations and colors. I raise an eyebrow. "Is there a significance to the embellishments?"
"Uh, yeah." He picks up the heart shaped paper from the bottom of the lid and hands it to me. "It tells you what's in it."
"They do not merely contain chocolate?"
He shakes his head. "Some of them. Not all of them."
I study the paper. There are ten different fillings indicated by what is on the chocolate coating. Covered in crushed nut is peanut butter. Shredded coconut is a coconut cream. Red swirl is cherry. White swirl is marshmallow. Yellow swirl is nougat. Green swirl is mint. White powdered sugar is crème. Powdered chocolate is soft fudge. A chocolate grid is caramel. Plain is milk chocolate.
Jim grins. "Try one."
"You are aware I am not fond of chocolate."
Jim rolls his eyes. "You don't know if you actually like it or not. You never eat it because it has no 'nutritional value'."
I tilt my head. "And yet you continuously ask that I eat it."
"I'm not asking you to stuff your face," he says defensively. "At least try one?"
I hesitate. "It will not intoxicate me," I remind him.
"I know," he groans. "So you tell me all the time. I just want you to try it. It's just a piece of chocolate. It's not going to kill you or disrupt your bowels. It just tastes good."
"Eating something merely because of taste is illogical."
Jim picks up a piece. "No, it's not. It brings enjoyment." He leans forward and plops the caramel filled truffle in his mouth. By the movement of his jaw, it's obvious he is rolling the chocolate ball around on his tongue. His eye lids half close and he makes a rather obscene and exaggerated moan of pleasure.
I feel my face flush green slightly.
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss, which I cannot help but reciprocate. He tastes sweet, a strange rich flavor that fills my senses. The remnant of the treat is both creamy and sticky. He pulls away with a few quick kisses to my lips.
I clear my throat, my green flush now more prominent. I look down to the chocolates and ignore the prodding in the back of my mind reminding me that Vulcans never touch food with their fingers as it as seen as lewd; however, given our activity, I do not see this as a problem. I pick up a truffle with red swirls. "Perhaps I can see the benefit in this method of tasting," I say and hold the chocolate to Jim's mouth.
He smirks before leaning forward and taking the treat, his lips and tongue brushing against my fingertips and causing warmth to form within my abdomen. He savors the chocolate long enough to coat his mouth before kissing me again.
I find I rather like the taste of chocolate.
Next: Child at Heart