Chocolatiering
Title: Chocolatiering
Author: kitausu_sarik (fic journal for tasmin_dvelnahr )
Beta: queenofpoo and bishojo_kitsune
Series: STXI
Rating: G
Length: 845
Warnings: None
Summary: Spock becomes inebriated while making his bond-mate a Valentine's Day gift.
While he was ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent sure that Jim would not be as militantly unreasonable as Nyota had been, he had no desire to risk unpleasantness between them. No matter how illogical he found it, he would present his human mate with the appropriate gifts on Valentine's Day. It was simple logic that one looked out for and provided for the well-being of one's mate and if one was bonded to a human, that meant catering towards their emotional needs as well. He had often witnessed his father comport himself in such ways- the giving of small gifts that his mother did not need after he had been gone on a long trip, the small pine tree that would find a home for a few short weeks in their living room once a year. Little things.
Spock set about his research on the day and came across a tradition that stated one should not just purchase pre-made chocolates for one's Valentine, but that the gift should be homemade chocolates. He could do that, he was a scientist. It was a matter of mixing the correct chemicals or ingredients. He had retrieved several different recepies from the ship's computer. In a matter of hours, he would have a gift worthy of his mate.
Or so he thought.
The first batch burned, filling his room with a horrible stench that not even the ventilation system was able to combat. He doubted even sonics could loosen the crusted matter in the saucepan and he tossed the pan with its ruined chocolate into the recycler.
He was slightly more successful with the next batch- only in that it did not burn. He poured the gooey concoction into the molds he had designed himself- Vulcan heart-shaped. He even had green food coloring mixed in. However, this batch did not set. An hour after pouring it into the molds, it was still just liquid. Frowning, Spock considered his options. He would obviously have to try another batch, but to throw out the liquid chocolate would be a waste...
He was feeling the effects of the chocolate as he prepared to make another batch. Partly occupied by the recipe, he was busy categorizing the effects of chocolate on his system. It wasn't that he had never consumed any chocolate, but on the few occasions he had, he had been careful to limit his consumption. Never had he consumed as much as this before. He couldn't quite grasp the reasoning why he hadn't, why he had been warned not to eat so much. It was a rather pleasant and warm sensation buzzing throughout his whole body. He felt entirely confident of his chocolatiering skills, despite the previous two disasters. Perhaps he should make consumption of chocolate a regular thing...
The third batch was a success. The green food dye mixed perfectly into the mixture and the chocolate hardened in its molds appropriately. Releasing the confections from those molds proved a little more difficult than he had anticipated; many broke as they were pushed out of the mold. It wouldn't be right to present his Valentine with broken chocolates, yet Spock couldn't allow these delicious morsels to go to waste. He ate them slowly, savoring the taste and heightening intensity of the inebriation they caused.
The fourth batch was a charm. Perfect chocolates, perfectly expelled from their mold and placed carefully into a heart-shaped box. Just in time. He only had minutes before he was supposed to meet his Valentine in his quarters for a quiet meal together. As he made his way to Jim's quarters, he was struck by illogical worry. What if he had miscalculated? What if the chocolates were not perfect? After all, he had not tasted this bunch...
Jim knew he was going to be late for their dinner, but one simply did not dismiss at Federation Admiral when one had questions regarding their current mission. There was an apology on his lips as he entered his quarters that faded quickly as he took in the sight that awaited him.
Spock was sitting on his bed, head hanging low, staring into an empty box. There were candy papers littering the ground in a trail from the door of his quarters to the bed.
“Spock? What's wrong?”
Spock looked mournfully up at his bond-mate, holding out the empty box. “I...I made you a present but they're all gone.”
Jim came closer, picking up one of the papers from the floor sniffing it and then noticing the chocolate on Spock's lips. He grinned. “You made me chocolates?”
Spock nodded, still sadly contemplating the box, his cheeks blushed a light shade of green. “I am sorry, Jim,” He shivered, “and they were so delicious. I wish you could have tasted them.”
Jim knelt in front of him, smiling at him. He decided an inebriated Vulcan was a cute one. “But I can,” he said, winking lewdly before running his tongue along Spock's lips, moaning lightly at the combined taste of his Vulcan and chocolate.
Author: kitausu_sarik (fic journal for tasmin_dvelnahr )
Beta: queenofpoo and bishojo_kitsune
Series: STXI
Rating: G
Length: 845
Warnings: None
Summary: Spock becomes inebriated while making his bond-mate a Valentine's Day gift.
While he was ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent sure that Jim would not be as militantly unreasonable as Nyota had been, he had no desire to risk unpleasantness between them. No matter how illogical he found it, he would present his human mate with the appropriate gifts on Valentine's Day. It was simple logic that one looked out for and provided for the well-being of one's mate and if one was bonded to a human, that meant catering towards their emotional needs as well. He had often witnessed his father comport himself in such ways- the giving of small gifts that his mother did not need after he had been gone on a long trip, the small pine tree that would find a home for a few short weeks in their living room once a year. Little things.
Spock set about his research on the day and came across a tradition that stated one should not just purchase pre-made chocolates for one's Valentine, but that the gift should be homemade chocolates. He could do that, he was a scientist. It was a matter of mixing the correct chemicals or ingredients. He had retrieved several different recepies from the ship's computer. In a matter of hours, he would have a gift worthy of his mate.
Or so he thought.
The first batch burned, filling his room with a horrible stench that not even the ventilation system was able to combat. He doubted even sonics could loosen the crusted matter in the saucepan and he tossed the pan with its ruined chocolate into the recycler.
He was slightly more successful with the next batch- only in that it did not burn. He poured the gooey concoction into the molds he had designed himself- Vulcan heart-shaped. He even had green food coloring mixed in. However, this batch did not set. An hour after pouring it into the molds, it was still just liquid. Frowning, Spock considered his options. He would obviously have to try another batch, but to throw out the liquid chocolate would be a waste...
He was feeling the effects of the chocolate as he prepared to make another batch. Partly occupied by the recipe, he was busy categorizing the effects of chocolate on his system. It wasn't that he had never consumed any chocolate, but on the few occasions he had, he had been careful to limit his consumption. Never had he consumed as much as this before. He couldn't quite grasp the reasoning why he hadn't, why he had been warned not to eat so much. It was a rather pleasant and warm sensation buzzing throughout his whole body. He felt entirely confident of his chocolatiering skills, despite the previous two disasters. Perhaps he should make consumption of chocolate a regular thing...
The third batch was a success. The green food dye mixed perfectly into the mixture and the chocolate hardened in its molds appropriately. Releasing the confections from those molds proved a little more difficult than he had anticipated; many broke as they were pushed out of the mold. It wouldn't be right to present his Valentine with broken chocolates, yet Spock couldn't allow these delicious morsels to go to waste. He ate them slowly, savoring the taste and heightening intensity of the inebriation they caused.
The fourth batch was a charm. Perfect chocolates, perfectly expelled from their mold and placed carefully into a heart-shaped box. Just in time. He only had minutes before he was supposed to meet his Valentine in his quarters for a quiet meal together. As he made his way to Jim's quarters, he was struck by illogical worry. What if he had miscalculated? What if the chocolates were not perfect? After all, he had not tasted this bunch...
Jim knew he was going to be late for their dinner, but one simply did not dismiss at Federation Admiral when one had questions regarding their current mission. There was an apology on his lips as he entered his quarters that faded quickly as he took in the sight that awaited him.
Spock was sitting on his bed, head hanging low, staring into an empty box. There were candy papers littering the ground in a trail from the door of his quarters to the bed.
“Spock? What's wrong?”
Spock looked mournfully up at his bond-mate, holding out the empty box. “I...I made you a present but they're all gone.”
Jim came closer, picking up one of the papers from the floor sniffing it and then noticing the chocolate on Spock's lips. He grinned. “You made me chocolates?”
Spock nodded, still sadly contemplating the box, his cheeks blushed a light shade of green. “I am sorry, Jim,” He shivered, “and they were so delicious. I wish you could have tasted them.”
Jim knelt in front of him, smiling at him. He decided an inebriated Vulcan was a cute one. “But I can,” he said, winking lewdly before running his tongue along Spock's lips, moaning lightly at the combined taste of his Vulcan and chocolate.