A K/S fic told by Meliany.
My response to PIPs (Perhaps in Privates, Which are kind of like PDAs for all you people not from the century,)is usually to either scream
'GET A ROOM!' or to hope the two or more people I'm staring at are going to go at it like Klingons in front of small children,OR to try to break the two up 'cause I'm bitter at the fact that I can't get a permanent girlfriend, however when I stare at the Captain and Mr. Spock being close, displaying affection, I feel nothing at them except pure joy at the fact that somehow even though their species lived so far apart that they managed to find one another.
'GET A ROOM!' or to hope the two or more people I'm staring at are going to go at it like Klingons in front of small children,OR to try to break the two up 'cause I'm bitter at the fact that I can't get a permanent girlfriend, however when I stare at the Captain and Mr. Spock being close, displaying affection, I feel nothing at them except pure joy at the fact that somehow even though their species lived so far apart that they managed to find one another.