[Massive Beach Party Thread!] -- [Everyone]

[kirktastic]

Communication to All

Your oh so lovely Captain has reserved an entire bar for our use for our final night on Risa! You can get the position of it from the attached file. Nice little place, tucked up on the beach and right up against the waterline, full bar with everything you can imagine! I'll be seeing you all around sunset!

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[kirktastic]

"That night, when we shared the meld with your counterpart, you basically called me a fucking wuss for not sharing in it willingly." Kirk met those dark eyes, those very human eyes.

"When I was on Delta Vega, I had no idea what that old bastard was doing. He stepped up to me, gave me some bullshit, and ripped my fucking mind open. I don't think he did it intentionally or I'd hate him, but..." His eyes closed just for a moment, remembering far too much, "He was in my head. He gave me more information then I ever wanted or needed. Another lifetime of information about places and peoples and feelings I'd never had. Shit that gave me nightmares for weeks, still does sometimes."

He had never told anyone this, even Bones. Fuck, it felt like a dam - once one part of it was removed, the whole river came instead of just a trickle.

"You, all you Vulcans, are used to it. Me? Not so much. You know about my second meld?" He didn't even let Spock answer. "I got thrown in your counterparts head, attacked by Nazis, nearly killed by his mind alone. That, up until the one the three of us shared, was my experience with melds."

[cso_spock]

He really shouldn't, said the little piece of his reason that was still stubbornly holding on against chocolate and the ocean and Jim, fighting against his immediate thought of what to do here. There was sympathy, definitely, maybe a little bit of guilt at his strong words the other night (though it had been necessary)...but he also wanted him to know that he sympathized, showing it and not showing it. There were mannerisms he just would not change, chocolate or not.

Spock reached up and put his hand over Jim's shoulder, slightly firm, casual but also careful that it was all fabric. He could still feel the difference between human body heat beneath his fingers and the coolness of the tropical evening. "Then allow me to provide you with more positive experiences, so that you may see that these are only anomalies."

[kirktastic]

Well, there was his definite proof that Spock was drunk. Spock was touching him, willingly, and it wasn't his throat. The Vulcan's hand felt particularly warm in contrast to the ocean breeze around them, strong on his shoulder. It surprised Kirk to say the least, and his almost defensive attitude fell away under the almost caring gesture.

He licked his lips, tasting a bit of kicked up sea salt from the light sprays, before saying, "...I came to you, didn't I?" Instead of his counterpart.

[cso_spock]

"It is probably better that you did." Now, here in came the problem that he had already foreseen: it was against every tenant of nature to pull away from warm things and resign oneself to cold. It took a considerable amount of will power to pull his hand away then, slowly, reluctantly. His eyes glanced away from Jim's face, but not necessarily Jim. They lingered on his throat, his shoulder, his chest, knew that there was a slow-beating heart he'd be able to feel if he could. "I do not have any traumatic memories to terrorize you with, should I make a mistake. Certainly no Nazis."

[kirktastic]

"...everyone has their traumatic memories, Spock, even if they don't think they are." Kirk said quietly, "...Old loves, old pains, old griefs, what have you... things we've come to terms with but someone else would feel fresh." He could remember it. Feeling so many things alien and familiar...

"And you could end up feeling mine." Almost a laugh, "Not just mine. Spock's, the oldest of you... his, too."

[cso_spock]

Spock glanced back up at him, those blue eyes. "I shall be careful, then." If they were truly his, than he would probably feel a majority of it, anyway, in the future. At least a semblance of it.

[kirktastic]

Kirk went silent, watching the Vulcan silently. Finally, slightly, he smirked and stepped aside, back at Spock's side so they could keep walking. The beach ringed the entire island, so it wasn't like they had any to run out of, and he just wanted to... walk. It felt good, and they would be back at the party at some point for more ... loud fun.

[cso_spock]

The beach swung around to face a hill of rock, no more than fifty feet tall, that blocked the beach and extended into the ocean for quite a ways. Into the sides were cut ledges, the flat surfaces covered by dense grass. Each level looked easy enough to climb for two Starfleet officers, and the top had a nice plateau with two palm trees curved into each other towards the ocean. Spock looked towards Jim, to the rocky wall before them, and back again. "Do you wish to ascend, or return the way we came?"

[kirktastic]

"Looks like it'll be a great view from up there." Kirk grinned fiercely and immediately started to climb up. "Come on!" He felt about ten years younger, grinning as he started to work his way up the side of the rock wall.

[cso_spock]

He arched an eyebrow at Jim's sudden enthusiasm, but followed him up the wall anyway. The rock and the grass were cool against his hands and through his shirt. At least this wouldn't change positions while they climbed it.

[kirktastic]

The very last climb up was the hardest. Kirk had to grip a rock with his bare toes and jump up, catching the edge and hauling himself up. On instinct, he turned around and leaned over the edge, offering Spock a hand up.

[cso_spock]

Later, he would reason it out to be chocolate that tempted him. Spock knew at the moment that he didn't need the extra help, but he took Jim's hand anyway, using that little extra boost to get himself up onto the plateau. Jim's grip was firm, the fingertips callused, the palm slightly gritty from climbing the rock, and his skin just as warm as Spock thought it would be against the breeze. The smallest gasp from his lips could easily just be mistaken for physical exertion.

[kirktastic]

Kirk made sure Spock was settled onto the rock before turning, and pausing. The view... was absolutely amazing. His hand still tucked into Spock's was forgotten as he stared out across the ocean, being able to see what seemed like forever. The two moons sat full and thick above them, gliding white and slick across the rolling ocean.

His thoughts still had no protection. Brief skitterings of memories - other full moons, other beaches, thinking Spock's eyes were surprisingly expressive, he drank more then he wanted but that was okay, where his shoes going to still be there when they got back, fuck Spock was hot, wonder if he could get Bones to sing for him in private, man has a sexy voice...

[cso_spock]

Spock would have thought this view beautiful, worth remembering, but now his attention was completely focused on this touch. He didn't have enough will power left to pull away from the warmth a second time, so now the grip stayed, locked between them.

This mental eavesdropping was a crime on Vulcan, he knew, with some distant and no inapplicable knowledge. Kae'at knal'lur. He should leave Jim's thoughts to himself, just like he should have refused the chocolate, just like he should have not touched him first and now. But Jim's thoughts were so warm, wholesome and sweet like honey, entertaining and fast-paced despite the calm relaxation of the evening. Spock's eyebrow twitched as he heard the thought about himself.

"Jim..." A quiet voice, his eyes still focused down on their hands.

[kirktastic]

It took a moment for Kirk to realize he was being spoken to. He looked back, a smile on his lips that was surprisingly innocent. Sounds nice, when he's trying not to kill me. This is nice, damn I think I need to eat when I get back, fuck those eyes... "...Yea?"

[cso_spock]

It sounded like Jim hadn't even noticed, but they're hands were still touching, palm-to-palm. The initial electricity of the contact had dwindled to a comfortable tingle, the tiny physical effect of thoughts jumping between them like between the synapses of their individual nerves. Progressed what touch they had shared before. "...let us sit." It was the only suggestion he could think of making, because he couldn't really accomplish breathing with this grip much less walking.