[TWBI] Muddy
Title: Muddy
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 1,132
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: Pointy Eared Bastard
"So, what exactly did we just do?" Jim asks.
I shift. We are both naked, sitting in a large man-made puddle of mud in the middle of a large hall, now empty and quiet after being vacated of the previous crowd of Lorianqt. The ritual had involved chanting, singing, dancing, a short speech and a friendly nod before the priests herded out the rest of the temple patrons and crewmembers, leaving us alone in our current state.
I glance over to Jim. He looks far more amused than I feel. A blue and gold feathered headdress adorned his head. A layer of dark brown mud, which is beginning to dry to a light tan, covers simple jewelry and the colorful drawings and marks the natives painted on his chest and arms and legs and… places no one should touch except me. If I wished to admit the possessiveness I feel, I would say that I should be the only one to be allowed to touch anything. If I wished to admit it.
"I am not sure," I say, glancing down to myself. I received the same treatment, though my headdress is smaller with blue and green feathers. Feeling embarrassment for being nude is illogical, but I find I am anyway. Never before had I been grateful for being covered in mud.
"Take a guess," he says, gesturing to the large hall.
I take a moment to recall the ceremony. While this planet's culture is still new and foreign to the Federation, there are some customs performed on many planets that seem different but are fundamentally similar. Given the rituals we were subjected, I come to one conclusion.
"I believe we are married," I surmise.
Jim, who had lounged back in the mud and had been picking some dry mud from his forearm as I thought, whips his head back to look at me in surprise. "Married?"
I nod. "The Lorianqt are particularly strong emotional telepaths. Not only do they have the ability to read the emotions of others, without the need of contact as with Vulcans, but also can detect the cause of or where the emotion is directed," I explain. "I am assuming that they sensed the emotions between us and sought to honor us by holding this ceremony."
A wide, smug grin fills Jim's face. "The emotions between us, huh?"
I give him a pointed look.
"Why, Mr. Spock! Are you admitting you feel emotions for me?"
I choose to ignore the statement and ponder a moment. "It is fascinating that they had an ability to detect my emotions, even when I restrained them," I say,
He rolls his eyes. "You don't exactly hide them all that well around me."
"Perhaps when we are in a more private setting," I correct. "But I suppress my emotions in the presence of others. Especially in formal settings."
He looks skeptical but does not comment.
"While this diverges from the negotiations, I believe the natives will be more inclined to join the Federation and allow some resource rights."
Jim snorts with a small scowl. "And all we had to do is get married. The things we do for Starfleet!"
I look over to him out of the corner of my eye. He sounds… upset. I find myself frowning slightly. "Do you not wish to marry me?"
"What?" he asks, his eyes are wide with surprise and a deep, red flush begins to cover his face under the mud and paint. His mouth hangs open a moment before he finally speaks, quick and rushed. "No! I mean… No! Of course not! That isn't what I meant," he says flustered. "I just… I guess I just never thought about it."
"Never?" I ask.
He sighs and sits up. "If you asked me, I wouldn't hesitate for a millisecond, Spock. I never thought it was that important to you. It's not that important to me."
I open my mouth, but Jim suddenly begins to speak again.
"It's not that I'm not committed to this," he says hastily. "I just don't see why we need some report and a couple of words on our files to know we love each other. And Jesus, what would Starfleet think? They've only just barely started to let off on me. This isn't against the rules, but they're more than aware of my reputation. I'm sure there'd be some internal investigation into fraternization. They could think that I bedded you and had a shotgun wedding because Vulcans don't just sleep with anyone!"
I raise an eyebrow. I found that highly doubtful but am not given an opportunity to say so.
"Then everyone would know and give us funny looks. And our missions would probably exclude all First Contacts and diplomatic missions from now on because some places are still prejudice against this kind of thing. We'd end up doing shitty escort missions and supply shipments for the rest of our commission. Shit, what if we send a request to Starfleet and they reject it and split us up for convenience? What if-"
Seeing no end to Jim sudden cascade of paranoia, I decide I must stop it myself. I quickly lean forward and plant my lips firmly on his, which proves to be an effective silencer.
I pull back slowly to see his still anxiety-filled face before speaking. "Starfleet has no say over our personal lives. Not only would it cause a great amount of controversy, I am more than familiar enough with Starfleet regulations to prevent them from splitting us in any way."
Jim seems to have calmed down. He smirks, though there is less humor than there normally is. "I guess there's finally a good use for your memorization of the rule book.
I resist rolling my eyes. "Whether any of the following occurs or not, we are married, or at least on the surface of this planet. As this is our wedding night, and undoubtedly our honeymoon as well given the gifts in the hall, why do we not merely enjoy this?"
He grins more sincerely and leans forward, causing me to lean back as he begins to crawl over me. I would not usually voluntarily cover myself with more mud, but Jim always tends to cause such things to seem irrelevant. "Honeymoon… I gotta say that's a nice reason to get married."
"This, of course, is merely to fulfill our obligations to this ritual," I say with a tone of seriousness, but, I am sure, with a glint of humor in my eyes.
"Oh, of course, Mr. Spock," Jim readily agrees.
"After all, we do not wish them to believe we are ungrateful."
"Never!"
"We should-" I begin but am silenced with a kiss.
He took far too long to do so, in my opinion.
Next: Better Instructor
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 1,132
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: Pointy Eared Bastard
"So, what exactly did we just do?" Jim asks.
I shift. We are both naked, sitting in a large man-made puddle of mud in the middle of a large hall, now empty and quiet after being vacated of the previous crowd of Lorianqt. The ritual had involved chanting, singing, dancing, a short speech and a friendly nod before the priests herded out the rest of the temple patrons and crewmembers, leaving us alone in our current state.
I glance over to Jim. He looks far more amused than I feel. A blue and gold feathered headdress adorned his head. A layer of dark brown mud, which is beginning to dry to a light tan, covers simple jewelry and the colorful drawings and marks the natives painted on his chest and arms and legs and… places no one should touch except me. If I wished to admit the possessiveness I feel, I would say that I should be the only one to be allowed to touch anything. If I wished to admit it.
"I am not sure," I say, glancing down to myself. I received the same treatment, though my headdress is smaller with blue and green feathers. Feeling embarrassment for being nude is illogical, but I find I am anyway. Never before had I been grateful for being covered in mud.
"Take a guess," he says, gesturing to the large hall.
I take a moment to recall the ceremony. While this planet's culture is still new and foreign to the Federation, there are some customs performed on many planets that seem different but are fundamentally similar. Given the rituals we were subjected, I come to one conclusion.
"I believe we are married," I surmise.
Jim, who had lounged back in the mud and had been picking some dry mud from his forearm as I thought, whips his head back to look at me in surprise. "Married?"
I nod. "The Lorianqt are particularly strong emotional telepaths. Not only do they have the ability to read the emotions of others, without the need of contact as with Vulcans, but also can detect the cause of or where the emotion is directed," I explain. "I am assuming that they sensed the emotions between us and sought to honor us by holding this ceremony."
A wide, smug grin fills Jim's face. "The emotions between us, huh?"
I give him a pointed look.
"Why, Mr. Spock! Are you admitting you feel emotions for me?"
I choose to ignore the statement and ponder a moment. "It is fascinating that they had an ability to detect my emotions, even when I restrained them," I say,
He rolls his eyes. "You don't exactly hide them all that well around me."
"Perhaps when we are in a more private setting," I correct. "But I suppress my emotions in the presence of others. Especially in formal settings."
He looks skeptical but does not comment.
"While this diverges from the negotiations, I believe the natives will be more inclined to join the Federation and allow some resource rights."
Jim snorts with a small scowl. "And all we had to do is get married. The things we do for Starfleet!"
I look over to him out of the corner of my eye. He sounds… upset. I find myself frowning slightly. "Do you not wish to marry me?"
"What?" he asks, his eyes are wide with surprise and a deep, red flush begins to cover his face under the mud and paint. His mouth hangs open a moment before he finally speaks, quick and rushed. "No! I mean… No! Of course not! That isn't what I meant," he says flustered. "I just… I guess I just never thought about it."
"Never?" I ask.
He sighs and sits up. "If you asked me, I wouldn't hesitate for a millisecond, Spock. I never thought it was that important to you. It's not that important to me."
I open my mouth, but Jim suddenly begins to speak again.
"It's not that I'm not committed to this," he says hastily. "I just don't see why we need some report and a couple of words on our files to know we love each other. And Jesus, what would Starfleet think? They've only just barely started to let off on me. This isn't against the rules, but they're more than aware of my reputation. I'm sure there'd be some internal investigation into fraternization. They could think that I bedded you and had a shotgun wedding because Vulcans don't just sleep with anyone!"
I raise an eyebrow. I found that highly doubtful but am not given an opportunity to say so.
"Then everyone would know and give us funny looks. And our missions would probably exclude all First Contacts and diplomatic missions from now on because some places are still prejudice against this kind of thing. We'd end up doing shitty escort missions and supply shipments for the rest of our commission. Shit, what if we send a request to Starfleet and they reject it and split us up for convenience? What if-"
Seeing no end to Jim sudden cascade of paranoia, I decide I must stop it myself. I quickly lean forward and plant my lips firmly on his, which proves to be an effective silencer.
I pull back slowly to see his still anxiety-filled face before speaking. "Starfleet has no say over our personal lives. Not only would it cause a great amount of controversy, I am more than familiar enough with Starfleet regulations to prevent them from splitting us in any way."
Jim seems to have calmed down. He smirks, though there is less humor than there normally is. "I guess there's finally a good use for your memorization of the rule book.
I resist rolling my eyes. "Whether any of the following occurs or not, we are married, or at least on the surface of this planet. As this is our wedding night, and undoubtedly our honeymoon as well given the gifts in the hall, why do we not merely enjoy this?"
He grins more sincerely and leans forward, causing me to lean back as he begins to crawl over me. I would not usually voluntarily cover myself with more mud, but Jim always tends to cause such things to seem irrelevant. "Honeymoon… I gotta say that's a nice reason to get married."
"This, of course, is merely to fulfill our obligations to this ritual," I say with a tone of seriousness, but, I am sure, with a glint of humor in my eyes.
"Oh, of course, Mr. Spock," Jim readily agrees.
"After all, we do not wish them to believe we are ungrateful."
"Never!"
"We should-" I begin but am silenced with a kiss.
He took far too long to do so, in my opinion.
Next: Better Instructor