Disclaimer: They do not belong to me, more's the shame.
Warnings/Incentives: Sex wrapped up in plot. And did I mention the ears?
A/N: Based on The Enterprise Incident. This is an edited version (as of March 19, 2010) of the story I originally posted in August of 2009.
Summary: Jim disguises himself as a Romulan soldier, and Spock goes about seducing the Romulan commander. This is what happens when they make it back to the Enterprise.
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"You don't regret that about us, Spock - right? That I'm not a Vulcan, with the ears to match?"
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Jim was practically vibrating with happiness.
He and Spock were safely aboard the
He and Spock had managed to trick everyone on the Romulan flagship – and even those aboard the
Jim was going to catch hell for that later, and he was already grinning with anticipation. Whenever Bones began ranting about how Jim and Spock were going to get him killed long before his time, Jim was forcibly reminded of how much he loved the doctor.
There was someone he loved just as much, though, albeit in a different til-death-do-us-part kinda way – someone Jim couldn't live without, who come dangerously close to being stuck on that Romulan vessel.
Heading to sickbay for the removal of his ears, Jim suddenly stopped the lift and diverted to his quarters. With the thrill of success still running through every inch of him, Jim had better things to do than undergo plastic surgery.
Once in his room, Jim yanked off his socks and shoes, and hit the communications console, patching himself through to sickbay.
“Captain Kirk to Dr. McCoy.”
“McCoy here. Jim, where the devil are you? You have to get those ears –”
“Later, Bones – got some others things to take care of. Kirk out.”
Jim cut off the indignant sputtering with a wide grin, far too amused by the doctor’s aggravated voice, and then paged the bridge.
“Kirk to bridge.”
“Spock here, Captain.”
The warmth that spread along Jim’s skin was absolutely ridiculous, and he took a moment to be disgusted with himself for being such a sap.
“Spock, there’s something I need to talk to you about. Care to swing by my quarters?”
There was silence for about a second, and Jim bit his lip, imagining the way Spock’s eyebrow was climbing to the ceiling.
“Acknowledged, sir. On my way. Spock out.”
Jim cut the contact and lay back on his bed with a laugh, taking a moment to just enjoy being alive. He loved this feeling – the thrill of victory sneaking along every inch of his skin, making him feel as though he could actually fly.
Spock entered silently, the door sliding shut behind him, and Jim felt his heart give a little leap. They had long ago stopped asking permission to enter each other’s quarters, but it still got him every time.
“You wished to see me, Captain.”
Nothing but polite interest there, as though Spock had no idea what this was about, and Jim couldn’t stop a grin from tugging at his lips.
“Mr. Sulu has been left in charge, I presume?”
Spock sounded mildly affronted, as though he couldn’t believe that Jim would even ask, and Jim’s grin widened. “So neither of us need to be anywhere for the next – oh, two hours, or so?”
Spock’s only reaction was to lift an eyebrow – a very sexy eyebrow, in Jim’s expert opinion, and how this Vulcan didn’t have the entire damn ship chasing after him, Jim would never understand –
Of course, this was probably a good thing. If anyone else tried to get with Spock, Jim would have to kill them.
“That is a correct assessment, Captain. Did you have something in mind?”
The eyebrow was still raised, but nothing more than that, and Jim felt heat travel across his skin. “You’re a tease, Mr. Spock.”
Jim couldn’t even find a smart response – with adrenaline still rushing through his veins, and the way Spock was looking at him –
Spock had moved closer to the bed, and Jim watched as those dark eyes flicked down his body, taking in every inch of him. His face was a careful mask of neutrality, and Jim licked his lips, wanting to see that expression lose some of its control.
“Come on, Spock. Tell me that mission didn’t get your blood pumping, too.”
Spock raised an eyebrow, and titled his head just slightly. “I am certain I do not understand what you are talking about.”
It was the look he got whenever he was fucking with Jim’s head, and it should not have been as hot as it was –
Jim could hear the need in his own voice, but he didn’t bother to censor it, knowing that they had long ago passed that point. Spock stared at him for a moment, before turning to lock the door, securely blocking out anyone else from entering.
When he turned back to the bed, there was still no hint of expression on his face. “I will never understand how a successful mission can act as a sexual stimulant for you, Captain.”
Jim groaned as the words ‘sexual stimulant’ washed over his skin. “Does the why really matter? It does, and that’s enough – so would you please stop hovering and get over here, so I can wrap my arms around you?”
Spock said nothing, but he came to Jim, and lied down on the bed beside him. He propped himself up on one elbow, his eyes firmly fixed on Jim’s face, and Jim couldn’t help but squirm, wondering what he had done to deserve this particular slice of heaven.
“I believe you said something about wrapping your arms around me?”
Jim exhaled slowly and pulled him close, his fingers digging into Spock’s arms, almost frightened by how hard his heart was beating. “I love you.”
“I know, Captain.”
The words were gentle, and it was the best response Jim could hope for, so he brushed a tender kiss against the tip of Spock’s nose. “Must you insist on calling me captain in bed? Working with you on the bridge gets damn distracting.”
“Am I mistaken in believing that we both enjoy it?”
Jim stared at him, his racing even faster at the low rumble of Spock's voice. “You’re actually going to kill me.”
“I certainly hope not. Starfleet would lose a fine commander.”
Jim took a moment to just stare at him, his voice somewhat strangled by the well-muted affection in Spock’s eyes.
It was this intimacy that he craved – the intoxicating way Spock let his guard down when it was just the two of them. The way he would tease Jim, in his prickly Vulcan way, and his willingness to let hints of happiness peer through those all-too-human eyes, as though Jim was all he needed in this life.
Jim still couldn’t figure out why Spock had settled on him.
“I do love you, you know. I’d be rather lost without you.”
Although this declaration would have once been unthinkable, Jim knew now that his feelings wouldn’t be thrown back in his face, and he had no qualms about making his thoughts known. When he heard the slight inhalation of breath, he realized how hard his words had hit home.
Spock stopped talking, as though unable to find the right words, and Jim stayed perfectly still, waiting for Spock to figure out his next move. When Spock simply shook his head, looking a little lost, Jim decided to have mercy.
“Remember to breathe, Spock.”
He was trying to lighten the mood, but Spock was still staring at him, and Jim suddenly realized that they were both in way over their heads.
“Look, sorry, I shouldn’t push –”
Jim obediently shut up, realizing that Spock was still trying to find the words he needed.
“I am grateful to have you in my life.”
Spock’s eyes were focused on Jim with astounding intensity, and he gently dragged his fingers across the sensitive skin of Jim’s cheek, his lingering touch leaving tiny trails of heat. He was staring at Jim as though nothing else in the world mattered, and Jim squirmed, both at the touch and the look.
Spock dropped his hand, and curled it around Jim’s, rubbing their fingers together.
“And I do not wish for you to ever leave.”
Jim knew how hard it was for Spock to make such an admission, and he tightened his grip on Spock’s hand, needing Spock to know how much he appreciated the words. Jim had wanted an <i>I love you</i> – and he’d more than gotten it.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Spock looked at him for a moment longer, before lifting Jim’s hand to his mouth, and brushing his lips against the soft skin there. Jim’s mind almost short-circuited at the sight, and he could feel his fingers digging into the bed sheet.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Oh, I have an idea, Captain.”
That clever tongue was licking between his fingers, curling around them, and the sight alone was almost enough to make Jim mad.
Spock looked at their hands, where he was rubbing their fingers together, and raised an amused eyebrow. “I believe, Captain, that I already am.”
The smugness was enough to elicit another groan, and Jim was just about to yank Spock towards him, needing to be closer –
When he noticed something that took the wind clean out of his sails, and left him gaping.
Spock’s lips were twitching.
Jim’s world stuttered to a grinding halt, and he could do nothing but stare, suddenly certain that he’d been transported into yet another alternate universe, because this tiniest hint of a smile was the Spock equivalent of an ear-to-ear grin, and there was nothing funny about this –
"Alright." Jim glared at him, wanting that tongue back on his fingers. “What is it.”
The lips twitched just a little more.
“Your ears, sir. I am afraid I cannot take you seriously with them.”
Jim could feel the blush sneaking across his cheeks, and he silently cursed Bones for putting the horrible things on him. “Damnit, Spock, they’re not that funny!”
“To the contrary, Captain. They are quite humorous.”
Jim was about to snark out a response when Spock curled his hand against a fake ear, a look of intense concentration on his face. Although Jim didn’t have any sensation there, Spock was obviously fascinated, and Jim suddenly felt a bit insecure.
“You don’t regret that about us, Spock – right? That I’m not a Vulcan, with the ears to match?”
Spock snatched his hand away as if burned, his almost angry eyes flickering to Jim’s. “You have to ask?”
It was the most upset Spock had been in weeks, and Jim squirmed with guilt at being the unhappy cause. “You’re not the only one who gets self-conscious, you know.”
“I do not –”
“Yeah, Spock, you do.”
Spock stared for a second longer, then leaned forward to flick his tongue against Jim’s lips – a completely unfair move, with a level of blatant sensuality that never failed to leave Jim shaking.
“I am here, Jim, for as long as you want me. Until you desire otherwise, I shall not leave.”
Spock’s words were soft gusts of air against his skin, and Jim couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting closed, the room almost spinning around him. “You’ll be here for a very long time.”
He lifted a hand to brush against Spock’s ear, and felt the shudder that travelled through his body – an intoxicating reaction that Jim could never get enough of. When he smirked and did it again, gently curling his fingers around the tip of that pointed ear, his hand was caught in a steel grip.
“You are cheating.”
“Since when is this a contest?”
Spock glared at him with obvious annoyance, and Jim smirked right back, happiness suddenly singing through every inch of him.
“Roll over, Mr. Spock. I want to feel all of you.”
There was an irritated exhale, before Spock did as instructed, pulling Jim on top of him. “I have noticed, Captain, that after a successful mission, you often enjoy taking control of these encounters –”
Jim squirmed against him, successfully cutting off his words. “Complaining?”
His voice was slightly lower than normal, and Jim dropped his burning face onto Spock’s shoulder, pressing a distracted bite into the material there. “Would you please stop it with the titles!”
Another shaky exhalation, that on anyone else would have been a laugh, before Spock wrapped his arms tightly around him, leaving absolutely no space between them. Jim made a sound of pure happiness, and took a moment to just breathe, enjoying the feel of their bodies against each other.
It was like this, every time, that sensation of falling into something wonderful – and Jim had never had someone who drove him this crazy, who made him feel this vulnerable. All he wanted was to keep Spock safe, and to kiss every inch of him, until every trace of impassiveness had been replaced by need –
Jim smirked against Spock’s shoulder, realizing he had a good two hours to do just that.
“Clothes, Spock. Too many of them.”
Jim pulled back, his fingers sliding along the bottom edge of Spock’s shirt, and Spock raised an eyebrow, his face perfectly expressionless. “Captain, the speed with which you divest us of our clothing –”
Jim unceremoniously yanked Spock’s shirt up, and found no protest from Spock, who manoeuvred his arms to help. Jim threw the shirt to the side, then stared at the pale skin of Spock’s chest, every inch of him aching to touch.
“You were saying?”
“Your rate of undress is amusing, Captain. You have yet to even kiss me.”
That voice was perfectly controlled, as though Spock was unaffected by the proceedings, but there was a telltale green flush spreading across his cheeks, and Jim couldn’t stop a smirk.
“Duly noted, Mr. Spock. Let me know if you have any other complaints.”
Before Spock could say anything, Jim slowly dragged his fingers across Spock’s chest, pressing gently against the soft skin. He could have spent hours simply doing this, watching for every hitch of breath, every minute shift against the sheets, the countless tiny things that showed just how much Spock was enjoying this –
Jim slid his hand to the right side of Spock’s body, soaking up that inhuman heat through his fingertips. “Your heart beat is rather accelerated, Mr. Spock. Something you care to tell me?”
Spock’s expression hadn’t changed, but Jim could feel the racing heart under his touch, and Spock made no attempt at denial. “I find your touch quite stimulating, Captain. You know this.”
From anyone else, it would have sounded ridiculous – from Spock, it just made Jim want to get them naked about five minutes ago. He bit his lip and exhaled slowly, searching for some kind of control.
“Pull your feet up here, Spock. Those boots need to go.”
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