what I'm working on right now
since the Thinky Spock fic has been squinted at dubiously by more people than me and I have no patience to deal with un-emofying it:
"Spock is going to be here in five minutes and you just said I was married," says Chris.
"Spock's right behind you and your wife said we could," counters Jim.
Chris's eyes widen in horror, and he twists his head around to see Spock's unmistakably Vulcan-styled boots standing beside them. He looks up - and up - Jesus, he could have spent the rest of his life comfortably denying to himself that he'd ever noticed how Spock had legs up to his neck - and meets Spock's eyes. "Uh."
"Captain," says Spock. "Admiral. Should I return later?"
"Get me off," begs Chris, and scowls down at Jim as Jim sniggers.
Jim tilts his head up to look at Spock, and Chris realizes that, in all probability, he is totally fucked. "Up to you," he says.
Spock considers this.
"I'd rather you'd stayed," adds Jim, with such honesty that Chris stops trying to get away, just stares at him for a minute. Then he recovers what little common sense remains to him and barks,
"Commander Spock, get me off your captain!"
"Understood, sir," says Spock, which is great except for the part where he pauses and says, correctly polite, "Unless you truly do not wish to do this, sir?"
Chris lets his head thump down on Jim's chest and groans. "You're both horrible," he says, affection coloring his voice, and then, "Did you really get Number One's permission?"
Jim slides his hand through Chris's greying hair and scritches a little. "I'm not that type of a dick," he said. "Also, I think she could nail me to the side of her ship without breaking a sweat."
>_>
"Spock is going to be here in five minutes and you just said I was married," says Chris.
"Spock's right behind you and your wife said we could," counters Jim.
Chris's eyes widen in horror, and he twists his head around to see Spock's unmistakably Vulcan-styled boots standing beside them. He looks up - and up - Jesus, he could have spent the rest of his life comfortably denying to himself that he'd ever noticed how Spock had legs up to his neck - and meets Spock's eyes. "Uh."
"Captain," says Spock. "Admiral. Should I return later?"
"Get me off," begs Chris, and scowls down at Jim as Jim sniggers.
Jim tilts his head up to look at Spock, and Chris realizes that, in all probability, he is totally fucked. "Up to you," he says.
Spock considers this.
"I'd rather you'd stayed," adds Jim, with such honesty that Chris stops trying to get away, just stares at him for a minute. Then he recovers what little common sense remains to him and barks,
"Commander Spock, get me off your captain!"
"Understood, sir," says Spock, which is great except for the part where he pauses and says, correctly polite, "Unless you truly do not wish to do this, sir?"
Chris lets his head thump down on Jim's chest and groans. "You're both horrible," he says, affection coloring his voice, and then, "Did you really get Number One's permission?"
Jim slides his hand through Chris's greying hair and scritches a little. "I'm not that type of a dick," he said. "Also, I think she could nail me to the side of her ship without breaking a sweat."
>_>