[TWBI] Child at Heart
Title: Child at Heart
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 981
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 Valentine's Day!
It takes three and a half days for Jim to get cabin fever. The secluded farmhouse, warm fireplace, hot drinks and heavy snowfall outside are novelties that have quickly lost their appeal, and he has become fidgety for action and movement. Even repeatedly rolling around naked under thick, comfortable blankets has become slightly boring for him, something I never thought would happen.
I believe humans would describe him as antsy.
"Come on, let's play in the snow." Jim is kneeling down, his head resting on the arm of the couch. He looks up at me with wide, blue eyes and an expression innocent enough that it would be very convincing if my lower back did not ache from our last round upstairs.
"I believe I am beginning to more clearly understand the root of the phrase 'puppy face'," I say, returning to the novel I am reading in the form of an actual carbon-based book that had been in the house's study. It is an interesting way to read, although I find myself preferring to read from PADDs, both for logical reasons and the familiarity.
In my peripheral vision, I can see him add a pout. "I'm bored."
"Resorting to whining, Jim?"
His face changes into a scowl and he snatches the thick-rimmed glasses from my face, scratching the bridge of my nose. I exhale heavily and look down at him.
"Why do you only sometimes wear these?" he asks, examining them.
"I only use reading glasses in poor lighting to prevent the deterioration of my eyesight."
"I like them. You should wear them more often."
I raise an eyebrow. "Is there a particular reason you find them so appealing?"
"You just look really sexy wearing them," he says, smirking and looking up at me. Before I can ask him to explain further, he stands up and kisses between my eyes where he scratched my nose. I look at him puzzled and he smiles, bringing a thumb up to rub the skin his lips met. "Kissing your boo-boo."
My eyebrows shoot up. "Boo-boo?"
Jim's smile grows and chuckles.
I frown slightly. "What is so amusing?"
He shrugs a shoulder. "I dunno, just hearing you say 'boo-boo', I guess."
"And what does b- this word mean?"
"It's an owie."
"Owie?"
He chuckles again and I let out an indignant huff. "Aw," he kisses my brow again. "Sorry, it's just that your diction is always so intellectual and clinical. Hearing you speak baby-talk is kinda surreal."
"I would prefer that you did not amuse yourself at my expense."
"Well, you're just going to have to find some other ways to amuse me," he says with a large smirk.
"I would rather not go outside."
He tilts his head. "There are things we could do inside."
I raise an eyebrow. "I was under the assumption that copulation had become tedious for you."
"What? Bored of having sex with you? No!" he says affronted, before sighing and sitting down beside me, putting one leg over my lap, giving me the need to lift the book to avoid it being ripped. "But yeah. We have been doing an awful lot of it."
I stifle my annoyance the intrusion of his leg on my lap. "Then what would you suggest?"
He frowns and swivels his head around, taking in the room. "I have no idea. I was hoping you'd have an idea. The only things I can think of are outside in the snow."
I take the glasses from him and return them to my face. It takes 0.4 seconds to find the sentence I had been reading before being interrupted. "I am already participating in an activity with which I am content. I see no reason to think of another."
"Yeah, you have something to do, whereas I don't. And as my lover, it is your responsibility to keep me amused."
"I was not aware of that obligation," I say and turn the page.
"It's more to keep the peace."
I glance over. "Keep the peace?"
Jim lounges back and starts to bounce his leg, causing my book to move as well, interrupting my reading once again. "As in, I'm going to keep annoying you until you humor me."
I exhale heavily and turn to him. "I was under the impression one grew more mature with age, not less. You act more like a child now than you did seven years ago."
Jim grins. "Just imagine what I'll be like when I'm 80."
"I would rather not."
"Let's go outside in the snow." Jim says, craning his neck to look out the window behind him. "Isn't it illogical to not participate in a planet's cultural conditions? It's the first rule of diplomacy."
I fight a smile. "I doubt the treaties and agreements between Terrans and Vulcans would dissolve if I do not go outside and 'play' in the snow with you."
"I dunno," he says slowly. "I have some pull in the Federation."
I tilt my head. "And you would use your influence to convince Terrans to kick Vulcan out of the Federation?" I say amused.
"Sounds like a good plan to me, and once I put my mind to something, I'm pretty good about getting what I want."
I raise an eyebrow. "Or you will begin to have a temper tantrum?"
He beams. "Yep!"
I place my book on the end table and stand. "If you wish to act like a child, I will merely have to treat you like a child," I say as I pick him up by the waist and put him over my shoulder.
"Hey!" Jim laughed, struggling but not in earnest. "What are you doing?"
"I am placing you in timeout," I inform him.
"Timeout?" he asks, stilling. "Can't you just spank me instead?"
My mouth twitches to a smile as I take him into the bedroom. "We shall see."
Next: Porch
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 981
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 Valentine's Day!
It takes three and a half days for Jim to get cabin fever. The secluded farmhouse, warm fireplace, hot drinks and heavy snowfall outside are novelties that have quickly lost their appeal, and he has become fidgety for action and movement. Even repeatedly rolling around naked under thick, comfortable blankets has become slightly boring for him, something I never thought would happen.
I believe humans would describe him as antsy.
"Come on, let's play in the snow." Jim is kneeling down, his head resting on the arm of the couch. He looks up at me with wide, blue eyes and an expression innocent enough that it would be very convincing if my lower back did not ache from our last round upstairs.
"I believe I am beginning to more clearly understand the root of the phrase 'puppy face'," I say, returning to the novel I am reading in the form of an actual carbon-based book that had been in the house's study. It is an interesting way to read, although I find myself preferring to read from PADDs, both for logical reasons and the familiarity.
In my peripheral vision, I can see him add a pout. "I'm bored."
"Resorting to whining, Jim?"
His face changes into a scowl and he snatches the thick-rimmed glasses from my face, scratching the bridge of my nose. I exhale heavily and look down at him.
"Why do you only sometimes wear these?" he asks, examining them.
"I only use reading glasses in poor lighting to prevent the deterioration of my eyesight."
"I like them. You should wear them more often."
I raise an eyebrow. "Is there a particular reason you find them so appealing?"
"You just look really sexy wearing them," he says, smirking and looking up at me. Before I can ask him to explain further, he stands up and kisses between my eyes where he scratched my nose. I look at him puzzled and he smiles, bringing a thumb up to rub the skin his lips met. "Kissing your boo-boo."
My eyebrows shoot up. "Boo-boo?"
Jim's smile grows and chuckles.
I frown slightly. "What is so amusing?"
He shrugs a shoulder. "I dunno, just hearing you say 'boo-boo', I guess."
"And what does b- this word mean?"
"It's an owie."
"Owie?"
He chuckles again and I let out an indignant huff. "Aw," he kisses my brow again. "Sorry, it's just that your diction is always so intellectual and clinical. Hearing you speak baby-talk is kinda surreal."
"I would prefer that you did not amuse yourself at my expense."
"Well, you're just going to have to find some other ways to amuse me," he says with a large smirk.
"I would rather not go outside."
He tilts his head. "There are things we could do inside."
I raise an eyebrow. "I was under the assumption that copulation had become tedious for you."
"What? Bored of having sex with you? No!" he says affronted, before sighing and sitting down beside me, putting one leg over my lap, giving me the need to lift the book to avoid it being ripped. "But yeah. We have been doing an awful lot of it."
I stifle my annoyance the intrusion of his leg on my lap. "Then what would you suggest?"
He frowns and swivels his head around, taking in the room. "I have no idea. I was hoping you'd have an idea. The only things I can think of are outside in the snow."
I take the glasses from him and return them to my face. It takes 0.4 seconds to find the sentence I had been reading before being interrupted. "I am already participating in an activity with which I am content. I see no reason to think of another."
"Yeah, you have something to do, whereas I don't. And as my lover, it is your responsibility to keep me amused."
"I was not aware of that obligation," I say and turn the page.
"It's more to keep the peace."
I glance over. "Keep the peace?"
Jim lounges back and starts to bounce his leg, causing my book to move as well, interrupting my reading once again. "As in, I'm going to keep annoying you until you humor me."
I exhale heavily and turn to him. "I was under the impression one grew more mature with age, not less. You act more like a child now than you did seven years ago."
Jim grins. "Just imagine what I'll be like when I'm 80."
"I would rather not."
"Let's go outside in the snow." Jim says, craning his neck to look out the window behind him. "Isn't it illogical to not participate in a planet's cultural conditions? It's the first rule of diplomacy."
I fight a smile. "I doubt the treaties and agreements between Terrans and Vulcans would dissolve if I do not go outside and 'play' in the snow with you."
"I dunno," he says slowly. "I have some pull in the Federation."
I tilt my head. "And you would use your influence to convince Terrans to kick Vulcan out of the Federation?" I say amused.
"Sounds like a good plan to me, and once I put my mind to something, I'm pretty good about getting what I want."
I raise an eyebrow. "Or you will begin to have a temper tantrum?"
He beams. "Yep!"
I place my book on the end table and stand. "If you wish to act like a child, I will merely have to treat you like a child," I say as I pick him up by the waist and put him over my shoulder.
"Hey!" Jim laughed, struggling but not in earnest. "What are you doing?"
"I am placing you in timeout," I inform him.
"Timeout?" he asks, stilling. "Can't you just spank me instead?"
My mouth twitches to a smile as I take him into the bedroom. "We shall see."
Next: Porch