Bits and Pieces of the Action ( K/S snippets, cracky, part 6 of many)
Hey, friends! I know it's been a long time, I'm sorry. Apparently, it is FLU that is the mother of creation, in my case. Enjoy! <3
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Turbolift was full of people.
Alpha shift personnel was eager to get off the bridge as soon as possible, and this included Spock.
Meditation was in order, he neglected it as of late due to that unpleasant mission on Altair IV. There simply was no time. Unfortunately, that meant his senses 'were on overdrive', as Jim would say, and that included his touch telepathy.
He needed some personal time, to unwind, light up some candles, maybe indulge in incense as well. As soon as he was out of this turbolift and in his quarters. Surak bless meditation.
Turbolift shook somewhat.
"...and her panties must be black, to match the heels..."
Spock's eyebrow twitched as he pierced the back of Chekov's head with an accusatory gaze. He moved back as not to touch him. Chekov was only seventeen, it was natural to think about coitus so often, but Spock did not need to know about it, or the fact he had such thoughts about Nyota.
High-pitched hoot of the comm sounded and Mr. Scott's voice could be heard, "Sorry mates, we're running diagnostics on the turbolifts, nothing to worry about, but it might get shaky!"
It did get shaky.
"...I swear, if I hear one more 'wessel' I'll pierce his heart with my training sword. But cute ass, I would totally..."
Spock's eyebrow twitched again. He took a quick look around, but to his dismay there was no place he could retreat. The turbolift was crammed and he was surrounded. He tried hunching his shoulders in attempt to accommodate less space, as illogical as it was.
"...He was a fast machine, he kept his station clean, he was the best damn Vulcan that I ever seen..."
This time, both of Spock's eyebrows shot up. He had not known Nyota still had these feelings for him. Or, that she was rewriting 20th century songs about him.
"Do me."
Spock's eyebrows descended and formed an even sharper 'V'.
"Do me."
He gazed at Jim and he found Jim also was gazing at him.
Turbolift shook again.
"Do me."
Spock managed to control his eyebrows and attempted a serene facial expression. It did not work. He also felt fingers tightening on the sleeve of his uniform.
Another bump.
"Do me."
Small smile on Jim's lips. Another bump.
"Do me, Spock."
Spock barely managed to make his eyebrow stay in place. Briefly, he wondered whether someone might interpret the lack of his features' movement for what it was, but he dismissed the idea.
"Do me."
Spock glanced at Jim again and closed his fingers around Jim's hand.
Meditation will have to wait.