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Dva t'Koh-Nar [Part Three: Kastorilaya]
. Dva t'Koh-Nar .
"Mental acceptance of and conviction in the truth, actuality, or validity of a cultural fear of emotional vulnerability and exposure, the feeling of being completely exposed in some way."
Part Three: Kastorilaya
A week went by.
It was a long week, made longer by the tension and frustration of being competely unable to find time alone together. There always seemed to be something or another to be done, and as they came into orbit around a planet they were scheduled to be investigating, the work just increased.
Spock had noticed, as anyone would have, that he had a much better control over his own body than Kirk did. Naturally he would, as his Vulcan upbringing had included mind-over-matter types of physical regulation. At any rate, what it meant to him, at this particular point in time, was that he was in a much better position to endlessly tease the captain, and keep himself safe from retribution.
He was subtle about it, though. He still hadn't spoken to Uhura, which was just as illogical as anything else, but he kept telling himself he wouldn't talk to her about it unless he had a reason to. This was only an experiment. He had no reason to believe it was anything more.
So, subtle. Little touches, glances, leaning closer than he technically had to, making excuses to brush against him in the hallway. And whenever their eyes met, there would be that tiny, tiny hint of a smirk in the corner of his mouth.
"Landing party to the transporter bay, landing party to the transporter bay." Spock, Kirk, McCoy, and two ensigns were headed down to the planet's surface with a mission to research and attempt to contact alien life.
Kirk, on the other hand, wanted to strangle him. Well. Probably he wanted to bang him into tomorrow and then strangle him. It seemed to be an appropriate solution for his problem through his best reasoning.
There wasn't any question about how much he wanted Spock, not after being interrupted with him, twice. He neither knew nor cared what Spock's motivations were at this point, because Kirk was suffering from ridiculous blue balls, and he had way too much manly pride to find someone else. Besides, he had a sneaking suspicion that even just kissing Spock had spoiled him for the greater part of the galaxy.
It irritated him to no end that the other knew, and was playing with him. He knew what all those extra touches and glances were, even when Spock was extremely good at making them seem completely innocent to any onlooker that might have been around. At this point, he would be pretty content to strangle anyone, as long as it might help him relieve some of the tension. It probably wouldn't.
But, they had work to do, now. He had to push it out of his mind for the time being and get through this day. Then, he'd worry about all of this later.
"So, how certain is it that there's life down there, ya think?"
Spock liked Scotty. He was a completely illogical man who Kirk seemed to have acquired like a whale acquires a barnacle, yet, in the short time they'd known each other, Spock had found his insights to be fascinating and his humor, for lack of a better word, humorous. He was someone Spock could respect.
"Our readers show that there is life; whether this is primitive intelligent life or merely bestial in nature, we cannot tell. The only thing we know for sure is that it's flighty, however, the conditions under which it has thrived is scientifically very interesting."
Scotty chuckled. "Sounds like a bore and a half. Do try and have a good time down there, will ya?"
Kirk interrupted their witty repartee when he barged into the room, all anger and abrasion and tension radiating off him in a nearly palpable wave. "All right, Scotty. Beam us down."
He met Spock's eyes as they dematerialized, and vehemently wished that he hadn't. He was acting far too smug about this.
"Landing party to Enterprise. We have arrived safely; no trouble in sight." It was just grassy fields, in every direction. Spock's tricorder noted that the life forms, despite their party having been dropped almost on top of them, were taking off fast into the distance. "I believe we're going to need a land vehicle, something equipped for a chase."
Spock took care of the communications with the Enterprise, as they found a suitable vehicle for them to use. He easily understood that Kirk was not in any mood to be civil. He had almost decided to feel bad for all the teasing he'd been doing when Scotty dropped a car beside them, and everyone scrambled to get in.
Kirk took the wheel, and no one argued. And of course, as the logical course of action, being that Spock was the one tracking their quarry, he took the passenger seat.
Great, just great, Kirk thought. He took a deep breath to calm himself, opting to try ignoring the quiet heat of Spock's presence, at least for the duration of this trip. He figured that this was the only way he'd be able to deal with his frustration other than the obvious solution. Since the obvious solution wasn't looking likely in the near future, he'd take the brooding any day over continual teasing from Spock.
The going was fine for a while, but suddenly the motor began to sputter and they started slowing down. Even better. Engine trouble on an unknown planet. Just what would make his day.
Spock resisted the urge to laugh, because that would be not only ridiculous, but cruel. He merely set his equipment down and made to get out of the car, seeing as he was one of the two with the most technical experience there. He had no doubts about what would happen next; Kirk was predictably unpredictable, and he had a tendency to see everything as a challenge.
And, predictably, the door on the other side opened almost simultaneously, and he joined Spock at the front of car, his eyes glaring dangerously. "I can take care of this, commander."
"In your current mental state, I doubt that," Spock replied in a level undertone, giving him an appraising look.
"I hardly believe you are qualified to assess my mental state, Mr. Spock." He did that eyebrow-raise thing again, and it was so much more infuriating this time. Spock wondered that Kirk didn't punch his face in every time he did it.
Still, he ignored the jibe and leaned over to fiddle with the wiring. "It's not a difficult assumption to make. And I believe I have had just as much technical experience as you," if not considerably more, he thought.
"I'm more than capable of taking care of this alone," Kirk said, leaning closer to take a look at the engine himself.
"Two heads are better than one, sir, is that not one of your Earth sayings?" He could feel how close the other was to him, and were he in less control of himself, it would have been easy to feel the shudder that should have contracted his body. As it was, he was still perfectly, infuriatingly calm.
"Indeed." James replied, his voice dipping a bit lower than it usually would have, but was still in a range that could be considered more innocent and teasing than what he really was expressing, "But that saying is only true when both heads actually know what they're talking about."
"Are you implying that I don't?" He turned his head to look the other directly in the eye, one eyebrow raised - bad idea. Kirk had a wild look in his eyes, completely unpredictable, and it made Spock's green Vulcan blood shiver in his veins.
Kirk couldn't take it anymore. In the back of his mind he was so glad that the hood was tall enough to hide their faces because he reached forward to forcefully crush their lips together in a bruising kiss.
Spock's hand gripped the edge of the car tight.
Kirk held it just for a few delicious seconds, and then he let the other go, quietly saying, just a tiny bit breathless, probably only detectable to Spock who was right next to him, "I think we can all stand to learn something more."
Spock's knuckles were white and his head reeled even from that brief kiss. He struggled hard to pull himself together, until he could reply frostily, "Then teach me, if you're so knowledgeable." What were they talking about again?
And Kirk leaned right on into Spock's personal space, bypassing his lips so he could whisper hotly in one pointed ear, "Perhaps at a later time, Spock."
He had to sit down for a moment. Right there in the grass in front of the car, hugging his arms around his knees to concentrate on bringing himself under control. He was only faintly paying attention to Kirk as he said something about the atmosphere corroding the engine, though, after a minute, added "It's likely the connector cables. We can beam down replacement parts."
He could feel the smirk without looking at him, knew that awfully sensual mouth was stretched wide in a smirk that proclaimed for all to see that James Tiberius Kirk had won. "Kirk to Enterprise... the atmosphere's corroded some of your wiring. We need new parts, with better casing this time." He was willing to concede in the fake argument, whatever that had been, Spock simply couldn't remember now.
He had obviously won the real one.
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"...So what the hell was up with that, huh," McCoy said to Kirk in a rather teasing voice as they packed up their equipment and waited for the OK to beam up.
"What do you mean?" James asked, his face still in a stupid smirky grin that didn't seem to go away. His glare had, it seemed, been transferred to his First Officer's face - a glare that promised death, only not in the literal I-am-seriously-about-to-strangle-you kind, as Kirk was the only person who had actually seen that expression, but it was quite fierce nonetheless.
"Well, you weren't exactly in the best of moods when we beamed down, and now you're all smiles. Did you really like those lizards or something?"
Kirk gave him a Spock-worthy eyebrow-raised look. No one liked those lizards. They'd spent half the day chasing them in a car that seemed to abort mission every five minutes, and once they'd caught them, they turned out to be no more interesting than a pair of dung beetles. The only ones who gave a shit were McCoy and Spock, and the latter was debatable. "Yeah, definitely. They were a real wonder."
"Weren't they? Crazy little things, living so long with all that corrosion, and the speed..."
Kirk tuned him out. Way more interesting was the figure of Spock, gracefully maneuvering his way over. He seemed to have stopped glaring at some point, though Kirk thought he could see a flicker of something darker in the back of his eyes. "All ready to beam up over there?"
"Affirmative," he said, and Kirk did not need telling twice. He wanted this day to be over like burning.
Spock regretfully went with the rest of the team to secure the specimens in the science lab, but his eyes flicked to Kirk and his fingers brushed the back of his hand, in a silent affirmation that he was as eager as ever to pick up where they left off.
And, well, that tiny touch just about rebuilt the tension he'd let off with that all too short kiss, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to go on like this before he just pinned the other down and-
Kirk quickly cut off that thought, not sure if his self control would be able to withstand it. He would get the other alone, and this time, he'd make sure there were no interruptions.
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"Mental acceptance of and conviction in the truth, actuality, or validity of a cultural fear of emotional vulnerability and exposure, the feeling of being completely exposed in some way."
Part Three: Kastorilaya
A week went by.
It was a long week, made longer by the tension and frustration of being competely unable to find time alone together. There always seemed to be something or another to be done, and as they came into orbit around a planet they were scheduled to be investigating, the work just increased.
Spock had noticed, as anyone would have, that he had a much better control over his own body than Kirk did. Naturally he would, as his Vulcan upbringing had included mind-over-matter types of physical regulation. At any rate, what it meant to him, at this particular point in time, was that he was in a much better position to endlessly tease the captain, and keep himself safe from retribution.
He was subtle about it, though. He still hadn't spoken to Uhura, which was just as illogical as anything else, but he kept telling himself he wouldn't talk to her about it unless he had a reason to. This was only an experiment. He had no reason to believe it was anything more.
So, subtle. Little touches, glances, leaning closer than he technically had to, making excuses to brush against him in the hallway. And whenever their eyes met, there would be that tiny, tiny hint of a smirk in the corner of his mouth.
"Landing party to the transporter bay, landing party to the transporter bay." Spock, Kirk, McCoy, and two ensigns were headed down to the planet's surface with a mission to research and attempt to contact alien life.
Kirk, on the other hand, wanted to strangle him. Well. Probably he wanted to bang him into tomorrow and then strangle him. It seemed to be an appropriate solution for his problem through his best reasoning.
There wasn't any question about how much he wanted Spock, not after being interrupted with him, twice. He neither knew nor cared what Spock's motivations were at this point, because Kirk was suffering from ridiculous blue balls, and he had way too much manly pride to find someone else. Besides, he had a sneaking suspicion that even just kissing Spock had spoiled him for the greater part of the galaxy.
It irritated him to no end that the other knew, and was playing with him. He knew what all those extra touches and glances were, even when Spock was extremely good at making them seem completely innocent to any onlooker that might have been around. At this point, he would be pretty content to strangle anyone, as long as it might help him relieve some of the tension. It probably wouldn't.
But, they had work to do, now. He had to push it out of his mind for the time being and get through this day. Then, he'd worry about all of this later.
"So, how certain is it that there's life down there, ya think?"
Spock liked Scotty. He was a completely illogical man who Kirk seemed to have acquired like a whale acquires a barnacle, yet, in the short time they'd known each other, Spock had found his insights to be fascinating and his humor, for lack of a better word, humorous. He was someone Spock could respect.
"Our readers show that there is life; whether this is primitive intelligent life or merely bestial in nature, we cannot tell. The only thing we know for sure is that it's flighty, however, the conditions under which it has thrived is scientifically very interesting."
Scotty chuckled. "Sounds like a bore and a half. Do try and have a good time down there, will ya?"
Kirk interrupted their witty repartee when he barged into the room, all anger and abrasion and tension radiating off him in a nearly palpable wave. "All right, Scotty. Beam us down."
He met Spock's eyes as they dematerialized, and vehemently wished that he hadn't. He was acting far too smug about this.
"Landing party to Enterprise. We have arrived safely; no trouble in sight." It was just grassy fields, in every direction. Spock's tricorder noted that the life forms, despite their party having been dropped almost on top of them, were taking off fast into the distance. "I believe we're going to need a land vehicle, something equipped for a chase."
Spock took care of the communications with the Enterprise, as they found a suitable vehicle for them to use. He easily understood that Kirk was not in any mood to be civil. He had almost decided to feel bad for all the teasing he'd been doing when Scotty dropped a car beside them, and everyone scrambled to get in.
Kirk took the wheel, and no one argued. And of course, as the logical course of action, being that Spock was the one tracking their quarry, he took the passenger seat.
Great, just great, Kirk thought. He took a deep breath to calm himself, opting to try ignoring the quiet heat of Spock's presence, at least for the duration of this trip. He figured that this was the only way he'd be able to deal with his frustration other than the obvious solution. Since the obvious solution wasn't looking likely in the near future, he'd take the brooding any day over continual teasing from Spock.
The going was fine for a while, but suddenly the motor began to sputter and they started slowing down. Even better. Engine trouble on an unknown planet. Just what would make his day.
Spock resisted the urge to laugh, because that would be not only ridiculous, but cruel. He merely set his equipment down and made to get out of the car, seeing as he was one of the two with the most technical experience there. He had no doubts about what would happen next; Kirk was predictably unpredictable, and he had a tendency to see everything as a challenge.
And, predictably, the door on the other side opened almost simultaneously, and he joined Spock at the front of car, his eyes glaring dangerously. "I can take care of this, commander."
"In your current mental state, I doubt that," Spock replied in a level undertone, giving him an appraising look.
"I hardly believe you are qualified to assess my mental state, Mr. Spock." He did that eyebrow-raise thing again, and it was so much more infuriating this time. Spock wondered that Kirk didn't punch his face in every time he did it.
Still, he ignored the jibe and leaned over to fiddle with the wiring. "It's not a difficult assumption to make. And I believe I have had just as much technical experience as you," if not considerably more, he thought.
"I'm more than capable of taking care of this alone," Kirk said, leaning closer to take a look at the engine himself.
"Two heads are better than one, sir, is that not one of your Earth sayings?" He could feel how close the other was to him, and were he in less control of himself, it would have been easy to feel the shudder that should have contracted his body. As it was, he was still perfectly, infuriatingly calm.
"Indeed." James replied, his voice dipping a bit lower than it usually would have, but was still in a range that could be considered more innocent and teasing than what he really was expressing, "But that saying is only true when both heads actually know what they're talking about."
"Are you implying that I don't?" He turned his head to look the other directly in the eye, one eyebrow raised - bad idea. Kirk had a wild look in his eyes, completely unpredictable, and it made Spock's green Vulcan blood shiver in his veins.
Kirk couldn't take it anymore. In the back of his mind he was so glad that the hood was tall enough to hide their faces because he reached forward to forcefully crush their lips together in a bruising kiss.
Spock's hand gripped the edge of the car tight.
Kirk held it just for a few delicious seconds, and then he let the other go, quietly saying, just a tiny bit breathless, probably only detectable to Spock who was right next to him, "I think we can all stand to learn something more."
Spock's knuckles were white and his head reeled even from that brief kiss. He struggled hard to pull himself together, until he could reply frostily, "Then teach me, if you're so knowledgeable." What were they talking about again?
And Kirk leaned right on into Spock's personal space, bypassing his lips so he could whisper hotly in one pointed ear, "Perhaps at a later time, Spock."
He had to sit down for a moment. Right there in the grass in front of the car, hugging his arms around his knees to concentrate on bringing himself under control. He was only faintly paying attention to Kirk as he said something about the atmosphere corroding the engine, though, after a minute, added "It's likely the connector cables. We can beam down replacement parts."
He could feel the smirk without looking at him, knew that awfully sensual mouth was stretched wide in a smirk that proclaimed for all to see that James Tiberius Kirk had won. "Kirk to Enterprise... the atmosphere's corroded some of your wiring. We need new parts, with better casing this time." He was willing to concede in the fake argument, whatever that had been, Spock simply couldn't remember now.
He had obviously won the real one.
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"...So what the hell was up with that, huh," McCoy said to Kirk in a rather teasing voice as they packed up their equipment and waited for the OK to beam up.
"What do you mean?" James asked, his face still in a stupid smirky grin that didn't seem to go away. His glare had, it seemed, been transferred to his First Officer's face - a glare that promised death, only not in the literal I-am-seriously-about-to-strangle-you kind, as Kirk was the only person who had actually seen that expression, but it was quite fierce nonetheless.
"Well, you weren't exactly in the best of moods when we beamed down, and now you're all smiles. Did you really like those lizards or something?"
Kirk gave him a Spock-worthy eyebrow-raised look. No one liked those lizards. They'd spent half the day chasing them in a car that seemed to abort mission every five minutes, and once they'd caught them, they turned out to be no more interesting than a pair of dung beetles. The only ones who gave a shit were McCoy and Spock, and the latter was debatable. "Yeah, definitely. They were a real wonder."
"Weren't they? Crazy little things, living so long with all that corrosion, and the speed..."
Kirk tuned him out. Way more interesting was the figure of Spock, gracefully maneuvering his way over. He seemed to have stopped glaring at some point, though Kirk thought he could see a flicker of something darker in the back of his eyes. "All ready to beam up over there?"
"Affirmative," he said, and Kirk did not need telling twice. He wanted this day to be over like burning.
Spock regretfully went with the rest of the team to secure the specimens in the science lab, but his eyes flicked to Kirk and his fingers brushed the back of his hand, in a silent affirmation that he was as eager as ever to pick up where they left off.
And, well, that tiny touch just about rebuilt the tension he'd let off with that all too short kiss, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to go on like this before he just pinned the other down and-
Kirk quickly cut off that thought, not sure if his self control would be able to withstand it. He would get the other alone, and this time, he'd make sure there were no interruptions.
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