Bits and Pieces of the Action ( K/S snippets, cracky, part 3 of many)
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Jim thought that the sight that greeted him upon entering his quarters was not that odd.
Spock was lounging, comfortably, on his bed, with an old fashioned, paper book in his hands, reading. The odd part was the very visible scowl on normally neutral face of his first officer.
“What are you reading, Spock?” Jim asked. He loved saying Spock's name, it rolled off of his tongue in such a pleasant way. Dark, alien eyes lifted from the pages and met his. He really liked Spock's eyes too. Especially, since they were the only part of Spock he could see emotions in. He was getting really good at reading him, because of those pretty, pretty brown eyes.
“An early 21st century book. Nurse Chapel lent it to me. I was given to understand it is a very popular novel among female personnel.”
Jim flopped on his bed and pulled his golden overshirt off. It was somewhat hot in his quarters. Granted, he set the temperature higher to make Spock more comfortable, and maybe encourage him to spend more time here. Just like he was doing now.
He leaned against the headboard and looked at the book over Spock's shoulder.
“You don't seem to like it very much,” he commented.
Spock closed the book, turned his head to Jim and stared at him, obviously considering how best to express his opinion on the novel.
“I believe I can safely say that this book is the cancer that is killing literature,” said Spock, in slightly offended voice. “The quality of writing is abysmal, the characters are flat and their actions and motivations are completely illogical.”
Jim frowned at those words. He hardly ever heard Spock criticizing anything this harshly, much less a literary work. Even Bones didn't get such a mouthful, ever. But, Spock wasn't finished, apparently.
“I believe the author of this monstrosity used the much frowned upon literary technique of self-insertion therefore creating the female protagonist who can only be described as a Mary Sue,” he continued, voice dropping slightly and getting a grating quality Jim recognized as a sign of extreme agitation. “Furthermore my opinion is that even if vampires are only fantastic creatures, they should die when exposed to sun, and not sparkle,” Spock practically spat out the last word and glared at the book he was holding.
Jim groaned. He really liked to think he was the only person able to get to Spock enough to piss him off so much he started growling. But apparently Nurse Chapel and her turd of a book were doing a really fine job.
“Give me that!” Jim said and snatched the book from Spock's hands. He looked at the cover. It was black. There was a pair of hands holding a red apple... and yeah! Yeah! What a sick woman! “She gave you 'Twilight'?! What kind of a person does that?!”
“I believe Nurse Chapel's intention was to establish a rapport between her and me,” said Spock, a little more comfortable now that he blew off some steam.
“Not on my watch,” Jim said, vehemently, and tossed the book away. “And certainly not with this piece of crap. I'll go talk to Bones, tell him to keep his nurses away-”
“Jim.”
Just one word. His name, spoken by Spock in his low, soothing voice, was able to bring him back from going really batshit crazy. He realized he was already halfway to the door. He turned around to look at Spock, who was still lounging comfortably on Jim's bed, his eyes fixed on him.
“I can fend off unwanted attention myself, do not concern yourself with it.”
“But Spock...” Jim whined, still angry. “If she keeps it up-”
“Please, Jim,” Spock said and allowed himself a little sigh. “I can handle it.”
He got up from the bed and stood in front of his captain, then extended his right hand, with two fingers outstretched.
Jim looked at him and smiled happily, his anger forgotten and his confidence reassured. He met Spock's fingers with his own in a Vulcan kiss.
Later that evening they were standing on the observation deck, watching the horrible book floating idly in space.
“Spock...” Jim said, suddenly concerned. “What if some ship picks it up?”
Spock's eyebrows shot up.
On to Part 4
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Jim thought that the sight that greeted him upon entering his quarters was not that odd.
Spock was lounging, comfortably, on his bed, with an old fashioned, paper book in his hands, reading. The odd part was the very visible scowl on normally neutral face of his first officer.
“What are you reading, Spock?” Jim asked. He loved saying Spock's name, it rolled off of his tongue in such a pleasant way. Dark, alien eyes lifted from the pages and met his. He really liked Spock's eyes too. Especially, since they were the only part of Spock he could see emotions in. He was getting really good at reading him, because of those pretty, pretty brown eyes.
“An early 21st century book. Nurse Chapel lent it to me. I was given to understand it is a very popular novel among female personnel.”
Jim flopped on his bed and pulled his golden overshirt off. It was somewhat hot in his quarters. Granted, he set the temperature higher to make Spock more comfortable, and maybe encourage him to spend more time here. Just like he was doing now.
He leaned against the headboard and looked at the book over Spock's shoulder.
“You don't seem to like it very much,” he commented.
Spock closed the book, turned his head to Jim and stared at him, obviously considering how best to express his opinion on the novel.
“I believe I can safely say that this book is the cancer that is killing literature,” said Spock, in slightly offended voice. “The quality of writing is abysmal, the characters are flat and their actions and motivations are completely illogical.”
Jim frowned at those words. He hardly ever heard Spock criticizing anything this harshly, much less a literary work. Even Bones didn't get such a mouthful, ever. But, Spock wasn't finished, apparently.
“I believe the author of this monstrosity used the much frowned upon literary technique of self-insertion therefore creating the female protagonist who can only be described as a Mary Sue,” he continued, voice dropping slightly and getting a grating quality Jim recognized as a sign of extreme agitation. “Furthermore my opinion is that even if vampires are only fantastic creatures, they should die when exposed to sun, and not sparkle,” Spock practically spat out the last word and glared at the book he was holding.
Jim groaned. He really liked to think he was the only person able to get to Spock enough to piss him off so much he started growling. But apparently Nurse Chapel and her turd of a book were doing a really fine job.
“Give me that!” Jim said and snatched the book from Spock's hands. He looked at the cover. It was black. There was a pair of hands holding a red apple... and yeah! Yeah! What a sick woman! “She gave you 'Twilight'?! What kind of a person does that?!”
“I believe Nurse Chapel's intention was to establish a rapport between her and me,” said Spock, a little more comfortable now that he blew off some steam.
“Not on my watch,” Jim said, vehemently, and tossed the book away. “And certainly not with this piece of crap. I'll go talk to Bones, tell him to keep his nurses away-”
“Jim.”
Just one word. His name, spoken by Spock in his low, soothing voice, was able to bring him back from going really batshit crazy. He realized he was already halfway to the door. He turned around to look at Spock, who was still lounging comfortably on Jim's bed, his eyes fixed on him.
“I can fend off unwanted attention myself, do not concern yourself with it.”
“But Spock...” Jim whined, still angry. “If she keeps it up-”
“Please, Jim,” Spock said and allowed himself a little sigh. “I can handle it.”
He got up from the bed and stood in front of his captain, then extended his right hand, with two fingers outstretched.
Jim looked at him and smiled happily, his anger forgotten and his confidence reassured. He met Spock's fingers with his own in a Vulcan kiss.
Later that evening they were standing on the observation deck, watching the horrible book floating idly in space.
“Spock...” Jim said, suddenly concerned. “What if some ship picks it up?”
Spock's eyebrows shot up.
On to Part 4