Fic: Red-Green-And-Gold (1/1)
Title: Red-Green-And-Gold (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/Spock
Genre: Drama
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jim is ready to serve his mate in his time of need.
Date Of Completion: November 12, 2007
Date Of Posting: November 12, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Paramount does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 177
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Written for my LJ First Anniversary Fic Request Meme for
sasha_anu , who requested Kirk/Spock. Prompt: Pon Farr. Ahh, the classics! :)
Bells.
Red.
Heat.
Fire.
All trapped within the heavy canvas of a light-brown tent blocking out the twin Vulcan suns.
All to serve the Vulcan deep in the throes of pon farr, and of his Human mate.
James Kirk stood before Spock of Vulcan, cool despite the sweat on his naked flesh. He had no fear of the man standing before him. Spock’s breathing was heavier but not causing him discomfort. His skin was tinged green, his fingers flexing convulsively. His jet-black hair shone in the red light of the flickering firepot, his cock semi-erect. His dark-brown eyes were lit with an inner fire.
Jim stood proud and calm, gleaming and golden, his hair striated with sunlight, the stubborn lock hanging gently down and accentuating feathery lashes and eyes that sparkled gold and green as the tiny bells jangled in the wake of a hot breeze.
Coolness meeting heat.
Love meeting lust.
Consumed in flames of mutual passion.
He had been here before.
“T’hy’la,” Spock rasped as he reached for his bondmate.
Jim smiled.
Practice makes perfect.
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/Spock
Genre: Drama
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jim is ready to serve his mate in his time of need.
Date Of Completion: November 12, 2007
Date Of Posting: November 12, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Paramount does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 177
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Written for my LJ First Anniversary Fic Request Meme for
sasha_anu , who requested Kirk/Spock. Prompt: Pon Farr. Ahh, the classics! :)
Bells.
Red.
Heat.
Fire.
All trapped within the heavy canvas of a light-brown tent blocking out the twin Vulcan suns.
All to serve the Vulcan deep in the throes of pon farr, and of his Human mate.
James Kirk stood before Spock of Vulcan, cool despite the sweat on his naked flesh. He had no fear of the man standing before him. Spock’s breathing was heavier but not causing him discomfort. His skin was tinged green, his fingers flexing convulsively. His jet-black hair shone in the red light of the flickering firepot, his cock semi-erect. His dark-brown eyes were lit with an inner fire.
Jim stood proud and calm, gleaming and golden, his hair striated with sunlight, the stubborn lock hanging gently down and accentuating feathery lashes and eyes that sparkled gold and green as the tiny bells jangled in the wake of a hot breeze.
Coolness meeting heat.
Love meeting lust.
Consumed in flames of mutual passion.
He had been here before.
“T’hy’la,” Spock rasped as he reached for his bondmate.
Jim smiled.
Practice makes perfect.