*steps inside, blinking at the change in temperature for the Vulcan's quarters* Never get use to that. *mutters to himself before smiling tiredly to Spock*
Hey. I wanted to check on you before I went and kicked Sulu's ass.
*The tension that has been riding Spock since the first symptoms appeared has drained away - he's all quick liquid grace as he stands and meets Kirk halfway. He doesn't hesitate before taking the younger man's mouth in a fierce kiss - no sweetness, just lips and tongue and teeth, sucking and biting. Spock is hard in his pants, presses his erection against Kirk, trying to get closer and closer.*
*It feels alien and not at the same time. The second their skin meets Kirk can feel it, the burning under his skin like a fire that can not be quenched. His arms wrap around Spock's waist as he loses his breath to the intensity of it, trying to match the Vulcan in every way. But to Spock, he can definitely tell that this is not being forced, wanting to help, and suddenly wanting Spock in a way he had never dreamed of.*
*THAT is what Spock's been craving: reciprocation. If Spock was intense before, now he is even hotter. His arms wrap around Kirk, hands claiming Kirk's back in long, deep strokes.*
*The images are flickering again, but this time the bodies have faces, identities. This Kirk and this Spock's Kirk, both McCoys, bodies straining, a tongue licking a wet path across Spock's hip, Spock's fingers clenched in blond hair as he sucks a mark onto either Kirk's neck.*
*Spock breaks the kiss and gasps against Kirk's mouth*
Well, given their own McCoy had bolted off down the wrong corridor, thereby just missing having an ally, and given that Scott is blissfully, mercifully unaware of what's going on inside the quarters, he's somewhat less than in a good mood when he finally figures out where they are.
Much less than in a good mood.
He hits the chime next to the door, shaking his head to himself, though he hasn't quite gotten to the ranting phase. Yet.
Aye, well, he prefers giving people the benefit of the doubt. That being said, he just didn't cross two damn universes to be ignored, Scott quietly talks down that voice in his head suggesting this is a bad idea, and just goes right in.
He should have listened to that voice. Oh, he should have listened.
Of course, there are some things you can't un-see, so he does have to stand there for a moment in shock to figure out whether he's supposed to be utterly appalled or utterly furious, or maybe a bit embarrassed.
Well, all right, a little of all three. "Ye've gotta be kiddin' me."
*McCoy hypos Spock again and Scotty watches and Spock slumps back from the men, looking at them helplessly and still not aware of Engineer Scott's presence.*
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*knocks tiredly, sighing*
*puts on a less harassed/exhausted face*
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*opens eyes and blinks, tiredly*
Enter.
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Hey. I wanted to check on you before I went and kicked Sulu's ass.
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I am... adequate. Your Doctor McCoy is aware of my current state and is prepared to monitor any physiological changes.
*shifts almost imperceptibly*
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*takes a slow breath, trying to clear his head and failing*
You're not forcing me to be here or... stay.
Just sex, right? He needs to have sex or die. Probably no one better on the damn ship since Gaila isn't here.
*slowly walks towards him, steeling himself a little*
His Jim isn't here... dammit where are you, you smug asshole? Your Spock needs you. I think I'm going to end up a really hot substitute.
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I cannot reject you.
*The tension that has been riding Spock since the first symptoms appeared has drained away - he's all quick liquid grace as he stands and meets Kirk halfway. He doesn't hesitate before taking the younger man's mouth in a fierce kiss - no sweetness, just lips and tongue and teeth, sucking and biting. Spock is hard in his pants, presses his erection against Kirk, trying to get closer and closer.*
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*The images are flickering again, but this time the bodies have faces, identities. This Kirk and this Spock's Kirk, both McCoys, bodies straining, a tongue licking a wet path across Spock's hip, Spock's fingers clenched in blond hair as he sucks a mark onto either Kirk's neck.*
*Spock breaks the kiss and gasps against Kirk's mouth*
Stay.
*The word is an exhaled command, not a plea*
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Much less than in a good mood.
He hits the chime next to the door, shaking his head to himself, though he hasn't quite gotten to the ranting phase. Yet.
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He should have listened to that voice. Oh, he should have listened.
Of course, there are some things you can't un-see, so he does have to stand there for a moment in shock to figure out whether he's supposed to be utterly appalled or utterly furious, or maybe a bit embarrassed.
Well, all right, a little of all three. "Ye've gotta be kiddin' me."
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