I am full of madness (or, a fic prompt post)

Mar 27, 2011 20:44

Stolen from nix_this, because . . . turnabout is fair play? IDEK. I think just because I'm crazy. XD

The first ten people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing. (Fair warning, though: if you choose a pairing I'm not into myself, your return will likely be shorter. XD) In return, ( Read more... )

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Better Call the Calling Off Off (or 3 Times Cultures Clashed +1 Time They Fit Perfectly) 2/2 ladyblahblah April 13 2011, 04:40:19 UTC
3. Climate

“Fuck.”

Jim looked over just in time to see Spock raise an eyebrow at him. A perfectly cool, calm and collected eyebrow. Fucker.

“It was not necessary for you to accompany me,” he said for what had to be the eight-thousandth time since they'd beamed down. Jim just glared at him.

“Know it wasn't-necessary-fuck, hold on, I need to just . . .” Jim gestured vaguely at a large rock approximately two seconds before he collapsed onto it, struggling for breath as he pulled out his canteen. “I didn't realize it would be this hot.” He drank, fought for breath again. “Or that the air would be this thin.”

That damned eyebrow again. “You had, I presume, read the report I forwarded to you before we beamed down?”

“See, Spock, one day you're going to learn that knowing something intellectually isn't quite the same thing as knowing it.” Spock muttered something to that sounded like 'illogical', though Jim couldn't quite be sure. He grinned despite the burning in his lungs. “C'mon,” he said, struggling to his feet. “This mountain isn't gonna climb itself.”

“Captain,” Spock said once they started to climb. He wasn't even winded, the bastard. “If I may ask . . .” It wasn't like Spock to hesitate, and Jim spared enough attention from his attempts to breathe normally to look over at him. Lucky that he did, too, since Spock had stopped a half-dozen steps back. “Why did you accompany me?”

Jim squinted against the sun and shrugged. “Bonding and shit.” Spock simply stared up at him, and Jim stared back. “This is important to you,” he finally said, letting his voice grow serious. “I wanted to be here for it.”

Something changed in Spock's face then, something almost imperceptible but unmistakable nonetheless. “Your friendship honors me,” he said quietly.

He was on his way past Jim and up the slope before Jim could do more than blink in astonishment, and after a moment Jim scrambled after him, grinning like a fool.

They'd get a good view of the new Vulcan colony from the top of this godforsaken ridge, and if Jim didn't plan on complaining if Spock wanted to linger . . . well, the heat really wasn't all that bad.

+1 Joining

“Does it feel okay?” Jim is clearly more anxious than he wants to let on, and Spock does not bother to hide his smile. Not with Jim; not any longer. “With your hands as sensitive as they are, I wasn't sure-”

“T'hy'la.” Spock silences his new husband with a hand gently cupping his jaw. The band around his third finger gleams beside Jim's skin, gold against gold, and a swift rush of pride overtakes him. “Your worries are illogical.”

“They're not,” Jim says quietly, though he has relaxed under Spock's touch. “You're entirely too willing to sacrifice your comfort for my sake.”

“I have made accommodations for your culture. As you have done for mine,” Spock reminds him, letting his hand drift higher. When his fingertips brush against Jim's meld points, they both shiver, and Jim's eyes slip closed.

“Your requests aren't exactly sacrifices on my part,” he says wryly.

“Then perhaps you may wish to entertain the possibility that the same is true for me.” Spock's fingers seek out more contact, greedy for the feel of Jim's mind against his. “I admit that I find the sensation . . .” A spark of connection sizzles up his fingers again and seems to reverberate around the metal band. Spock shivers. “Quite stimulating.”

Jim's lips are open, small puffs of breath slipping through them as he presses his face more firmly against Spock's hand and drags his eyes open.

“Now.” Spock can feel Jim's mind stretching towards him, as greedy and eager as his own. “Do it, Spock, please.”

“Yes,” Spock breathes, an eager little hiss of air, and he lifts his other hand to stretch over Jim's temple. Jim lifts his own left hand to cover Spock's, their rings sliding against each other as their fingers interlock.

“Never and always,” Jim whispers, blue eyes burning like twin flames.

“Touching and touched,” Spock answers, and slides at last into the welcomewarmhome of Jim's mind.

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Re: Better Call the Calling Off Off (or 3 Times Cultures Clashed +1 Time They Fit Perfectly) 2/2 ninjaboots April 13 2011, 05:25:41 UTC
*devours greedily*

FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!

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