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A Cure For Migraines (1/1)

Title: A Cure For Migraines (1/1)
Pairing: Jim/Spock
Rating: Pg-13
A/N: Based on a prompt from st_tos_kink - I would love to see a fic where James T. suffers from migraines and for whatever reason, his painkillers are not available. Spock helps with a nice head massage and, blissed out, Kirk falls asleep. When he wakes up, Spock is still there, and sexytiems ensue!

Couldn't quite make the sexy times happen, but it's still pretty damn sweet.

- - -

When Jim realized that Spock was making no attempt to leave, the butterflies that fluttered through his stomach only served to ramp up his nausea another notch. He breathed though it and managed to crack one eye open, wishing he could see more of Spock than just his outline.

- - -

As Jim studied the insides of his eyelids, cursing the tiny bit of light that still managed to get through, he wondered how humankind had yet to find a cure for migraines.


Sure, there were painkillers, and the ones he’d been prescribed worked just fine. And medicine had definitely progressed in the liver department, so there was no reason for him to worry about the damage to his body, since he wasn't likely to destroy his system with too many drugs.


That still didn't mean he liked taking them, though – and maybe that was how he'd ended up like this.


Curled up under a blanket, with his brain trying to seep out his ears, and someone slamming a hammer against his ear drums. Spikes of pain were shooting through Jim’s head, radiating from his temples to his upper back, and nausea was finally setting in, but he couldn't find the energy to go in search of something that would settle his stomach.


Jim Kirk, renowned captain of the Enterprise, incapacitated by something as commonplace as a migraine.


He'd been in worse pain before, certainly - but there was something about this particular pain that snuck along every nerve of his body, making it impossible to move. The room was rather dark, but opening his eyes even the tiniest bit would surely have overturned his stomach –


His intercom suddenly buzzed loudly, cutting through his brain like a rusty knife, and Jim nearly smashed it into pieces trying to shut it off. "Goddamnit," he muttered roughly, eyes still squeezed shut, not caring who heard him. "Who is it?"


"Spock, Captain. May I enter?"


Common sense was screaming at him to remain alone, but his heart immediately engaged his brain in battle, and won. Jim had never been able to refuse Spock anything, and even though he was miserable, some part of him could use a friendly voice.


Jim choked out a sigh and blindly reached for his console, stupidly grateful that he could unlock the room without leaving his bed. The door opened with a whoosh, and he cringed at the light that slipped in from the hall, though his body warmed at the familiar silhouette.




Nothing but polite curiosity, of course, and Jim pulled the blankets closer around himself, grateful that the door had closed again.


“Migraine, Spock – I forgot to pick up my drugs. What do you need?”


Spock said nothing in response, but Jim was hurting too much to care. He blindly pulled the pillows up a little higher, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to find a better elevation for his head.


“Allow me, Captain.”


Spock was suddenly right beside the bed, a warm presence in the semi-darkness, and Jim jumped. The movement made his head spin, but he instinctively tried to protest any help, not wanting to be treated as an invalid.


“I see no reason for embarrassment, Captain. There is nobody here but me.”


The soft words slid through his body, and Jim had to concede the truth there. After some of the horrors they had endured together, there really wasn't any cause for embarrassment now – and he had to admit that his heart was skipping a little faster at Spock’s concern.


Not waiting for an answer, Spock began rearranging the pillows, and Jim managed to raise his head, giving Spock room to manoeuvre. He regretted it immediately, as the slight action sent waves of pain across his skin, and his stomach attempted to climb back up his throat.


“Shit,” he muttered, and tried to hold himself in place as Spock organized the pillows, but his neck was aching almost as much as his head, and his stomach kept rolling –


“Done, Captain.”


Jim must have been more out of it than he realized, because Spock’s low voice washed across his skin like a caress, and he was glad that the darkness hid his blush. He lowered his head to the pillows with a sigh, focusing on the sudden relief that slid through every inch of his body.


“Thanks, Spock,” he whispered, hearing the painful gratitude in his voice. “Pretty sad for your great captain to be taken down by a headache, isn’t it?”


“Headaches and migraines are quite different conditions, Captain.” Spock’s voice was still perfectly clinical, but Jim hadn’t really expected anything else. “I presume that Doctor McCoy has your medication?”


Knowing that nodding would be disastrous, Jim settled instead for a muttered affirmative, his skin crawling at the idea of putting more medication into his body.


“I shall return. Do not lock your door.”


It was an order disguised as a suggestion, and Jim couldn’t stop a snort, though the movement made his eyeballs throb out of their sockets. He buried himself into the pillows as Spock left, and then pulled the blanket up around his neck, wondering why he was alright with Spock taking care of him. He had never been a good patient, and he still put up at fight whenever Bones tried to help him, despite knowing the doctor for over fifteen years.


The thoughts were just making his head hurt more, so Jim started a gentle massage against his eyes and temples. Pressure, release, rub – pressure, release, rub – it was an old dance, something his body was familiar with, causing a blissful few seconds of abated pain –


The door hissed again, and Jim stopped his movements, eyes squeezed shut against the sudden light. It faded as Spock entered the room, and Jim made a face at the pill bottle’s familiar rattle, glad that Spock couldn’t see his expression.


“Here, Captain.” Spock was beside his bed again, and Jim reached out to wrap his hand around a glass of cool water. His heart tried to do something sappy and stupid, but Spock was opening the bottle, the sound loud in the quiet room, and increased nausea curled through Jim’s stomach.


“Dr. McCoy said for you to take two.”


Spock’s voice was still toneless, and Jim took the medication without speaking, hearing the glass clink against his nightstand once he’d handed it back. Even that tiny sound hurt, and Jim buried his face in the pillows again.


“Thanks, Spock. ‘Preciate it.”


“No gratitude is necessary, Captain.”


The quiet words drifted from somewhere above him, and he let Spock’s gentle voice slide against his senses, knowing that he had a good ten hour sleep ahead of him. He closed his eyes, trying to convince his body to relax –


When Jim realized that Spock was making no attempt to leave, the butterflies that fluttered through his stomach only served to ramp up his nausea another notch. He breathed through it and managed to crack one eye open, wishing he could see more of Spock than just his outline.


“These’ll make me pretty loopy, Spock. You probably don’t wanna stick around for the fallout.”


He was aiming for casual humour, trying to hide the sudden racing of his heart, but Spock didn’t seem to buy his nonchalance.


“Captain, if you will allow me, I can assist you.”


Moving hesitantly, as though the blankets beneath him would break, Spock seated himself on the side of the bed, and Jim was suddenly positive that he’d  managed to get himself smashed on the head, because this had to be some trauma-induced dream –


“Spock?” he croaked, then winced at the shake in his voice. “Look, I’m really not the best company right now –”


“Will you trust me?”


The gentle question cut through his protest, and Jim’s heart did a ridiculous dance inside his chest. It wasn’t something that Spock would normally say, but he probably knew it was what Jim needed to hear, and the words somehow twisted inside his body, finding the place that quivered whenever Spock’s human side managed to sneak through.


“Of course I will. You know that. I always do.”


It was the only possible answer, and it seemed to satisfy Spock, who hesitantly reached out to curl his fingers against Jim’s temples. The warm touch was a blessing against his aching head, but Jim was suddenly having trouble breathing, because this was Spock, and he was sitting on Jim’s bed in the dark, fingers stroking across his skin.  

"Spock, what are you -"


“You are hurting, Captain. Let me do this.”


Spock’s fingers dug in, sending the pain scrambling for just a second, and Jim couldn’t have stopped his groan for anything the world. When Spock did it again, putting just the right pressure into his fingers, Jim muttered a curse and closed his eyes, letting his body relax against the bed.


“You’re a saint.”


Spock said nothing, but he began massaging with both hands, and Jim stopped trying to think. Those warm fingers were moving in gentle circles, and Jim couldn’t have stopped the warmth that spread through his body for anything in the world.


“Let me know if I am too rough.”


The unintentional innuendo hovered behind Jim’s eyes like a neon sign as Spock’s fingers slid across the sensitive skin of his eyelids, and Jim suddenly found himself painfully turned on, despite the migraine still twisting through his mind. Spock barely ever touched people, but he was doing so now, and he was drifting dangerously close to illogical concern, since Jim’s drugs were guaranteed to be more effective than a massage –


To be the recipient of such uncharacteristic behaviour left Jim squirming, his heart leaping like he was holding hands with his grade eight crush – and when Spock’s fingers pressed down against his eyelids, Jim couldn’t stop a stuttered moan, wondering if he’d ever felt anything as wonderful as this.


“This – feels good, Captain?”


Even after decades around humans, Spock still had trouble with the word, and Jim couldn’t stop a grin, a blinding surge of affection shooting through his body. He reached up to briefly curl his fingers against Spock’s arm, needing him to know how much this meant to him.


“Better than good, Spock. You have the hands of angel.”


“As humanity’s notion of heaven is illogical –”


“No, stop. Please don’t make me laugh.”


A slight exhale of breath, as though Spock was genuinely amused. “I am glad my hands are satisfactory, Captain. Please lie completely still.”


Spock’s fingers suddenly shifted to a dangerous location, applying five points of solid pressure against his skin, and Jim fought down a surge of panic, not wanting another mind inside his aching head, especially when they had never done this before.


“Spock – I don’t think –”


“I will not hurt you.”


The words were soft, and there was no way for Jim to argue such a simple truth, so he tried to relax against the bed, curling his fingers into the blankets beneath him. When Spock leaned closer, his breath brushing against Jim’s cheek, he frantically tried to not notice how good Spock smelled, panicking at the thought of Spock seeing that in his mind –


“My mind to your mind.”


Then Spock was inside, and Jim was floating in a sea of sensation.


Pain dancing along his senses, travelling through both of them, scraping against every nerve – memories that didn’t belong to him, images of deserts and mountains, a strange backyard, with one lonely swing – seeing himself seated in the captain’s chair, scanning the bridge with calm determination, a slight smirk curling across his lips – math equations he didn’t have a prayer of figuring out, mixing with the colour of Jim’s eyes, and the gentle slope of Spock’s beautiful cheekbones –


When Spock pulled out, an almost painful fear of being alone twisted through Jim’s body, and his mind was instantly aching for another presence. It was like nothing he had ever experienced, as though he’d been living with half of himself for his entire life, and was only now realizing it.


“Don’t leave,” he gasped, before ruthlessly biting off the words, because sharing a meld was one thing, but begging Spock to stay was completely different –


“My apologies, Jim. I do not know if I can remain longer.” Spock’s shadowy expression was almost troubled, and there was something in his voice that Jim couldn’t quite read. “Our minds are too compatible. I was... unaware of this. Prolonged exposure could create a semi-permanent link.”


The impossible words took a second to process, and Jim was startled to realize that the idea actually didn’t frighten him – and that was scarier than anything – but he could remember how fantastic it felt to be in contact with Spock's mind, completing something he hadn't realized was missing - 


“Hey, hang on.” Elation and confusion suddenly snuck across his skin, leaving him a little lightheaded. “My migraine’s almost gone. What did you do?”


Jim could only get a hint of Spock’s expression, so he had no chance of guessing what he was thinking, but he could see Spock shake his head. “It would be prudent to let the medication run its course. I shall explain when you wake up.”


Jim knew when Spock was being evasive, but the pain was mostly gone, and exhaustion was tugging at him, so he didn’t argue. His mind was still reeling from having Spock inside it, senses screaming for more of that contact –


“Thanks, Spock. For everything.”


The words were inadequate, and when he got no response, Jim wondered what Spock was so frightened of. He reached out to curl his fingers around Spock’s, and heard the hitch of breath in return, but was too tired to feel bad about startling him.


“Seriously, you’re wonderful. Remind me to buy you dinner the next time we’re on shore leave...”


Jim trailed off as he rested against the pillows, suddenly too exhausted to continue speaking. Spock remained silent, but Jim felt the distant slide of fingers against his, before the blanket was tucked up around his neck, and darkness began to creep in.


“Sleep, now.”


The words seemed to come from a distance, and Jim slid under to the feel of fingers curled in his own.


- - -


When Jim gradually clawed his way to consciousness, he had no idea where he was, and he blinked blearily for a few seconds. His fight-or-flight instincts weren’t kicking in yet, so he must have been somewhere safe –


A slight huff of breath from beside him had clambering to his knees, only to freeze upon seeing Spock asleep in a chair, and realizing that he was safe in his room. Everything suddenly came screaming back – his migraine, the mind meld – and Jim couldn’t stop his face from going completely scarlet.


Okay, then. Apparently Spock was a sucker for him when he was in pain. But what the hell had he done to get rid of that migraine, and why was he sleeping in Jim’s chair?


As the thought crossed his mind, Jim couldn’t stop a smile, realizing that the word cute was suddenly applicable. Spock was slumped over in that chair, his hair just the slightest bit mussed up, and Jim didn’t think he’d ever seen him look this unguarded or undignified.


It was damn well adorable.


Wrapping the blankets securely around him, Jim reached out to rest his fingers lightly against Spock’s knee, reluctant to wake him up, but knowing how uncomfortable that chair was. “Hey –”


Like switching the engines to warp drive, Spock was suddenly wide awake, and Jim’s fingers were caught in an iron grip. He barely had time to panic before his hand was freed, and Spock visibly pulled himself together, something like shame flashing through his eyes.


“My apologies, Captain. I was having a nightmare.”


There was something in his voice that Jim couldn’t quite understand, but Spock had glanced away, so Jim decided not to push it. “Good thing I woke you up, then,” he said breezily, pretending not to sense the relief in Spock’s frame. “That chair doesn’t look comfortable.”


Jim phrased the sentence as a question, and nearly swallowed his tongue when Spock’s skin coloured slightly, as though he was embarrassed. “I remained to ensure that you did not suffer any ill effects from our mind meld. It was not my intention to fall asleep.”


Jim ruthlessly beat down the urge to wrap his arms around that adorable body, wanting to hold him close until he was green-tinted everywhere. “No worries – it’s surprisingly nice to have someone look out for me. What did you do to get ride of my migraine, anyway?”


“A simple transfer of sensation, Captain.” Spock cleared his throat softly, still trying to get himself back together, and Jim wondered what exactly the nightmare had been about. “I was able to remove some of the pain from your mind, which allowed your medication to work more effectively. Although I did not anticipate your quick descent into sleep, your system must have already been exhausted –”


“Hold it.”


Jim could hear the unhappiness in his own voice, but Spock simply raised an eyebrow at him.


“Yes, Captain?”


“You put my migraine into your head?”


Spock’s lips thinned slightly, but it was confirmation enough, and Jim bit back a scathing assessment of Spock’s intelligence, wondering how the hell Spock had considered this a good idea.


“That is – somewhat accurate, if rather simplified. Vulcan physiology allows for effective pain management – far more than humans are capable of – and I simply split your discomfort between our two minds.”


Both affection and irritation were spreading throughout Jim’s body, and he didn’t know whether to hold Spock close and thank him, or to tell him to get over his goddamn martyr complex.


“And you thought this was a good idea.”


His voice was rather flat, but Spock seemed to miss the sarcasm. “You were in pain.”


The simply statement seemed to explain everything, and Jim felt another surge of affection, realizing that he truly was seeing something that came perilously close to illogical compassion. What was done was done, and since neither of them seemed to be in any pain, he decided to let it go, planning to be more wary in the future.


“Well, Spock, I don’t really understand what happened, but the next time Bones says you don’t have a heart, I’ll make sure to stab him with one of his own hypos.”


 The eyebrows came together slightly. “Sir?”


“I’m trying to thank you.”


Jim shot him a grin, waiting for the reminder that gratitude was illogical – but Spock just went green again, a wonderfully endearing flush, and Jim couldn’t figure out what was going on.


“Alright, what is it.”


One eyebrow twitched this time, as though aiming for innocence. “Sir?”


“Don’t sir me, mister. You keep blushing. What’s going on?”


“Vulcans do not blush, Captain. And I assure you that nothing is wrong.”


“Then why are you blushing?”


“I am not –”


“Look, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, but it really is illogical to take someone else’s pain out of their head, and put it in yours –”


“I am not capable of embarrassment, sir. You need not concern yourself –”


“Then explain the blush.”


Spock seemed to sigh slightly, and Jim knew that he should stop pushing, but he had to understand what was happening. When Spock just shook his head, as though unwilling to explain, Jim fought down a surge of annoyance.


“It is – nothing, Captain, I assure you.”


Spock suddenly seemed lost for words, was dangerously close to stuttering, and Jim felt unease twist through his body, suddenly realizing what this could be about.


“What did you see in my mind?”


He hated himself for the nervousness in his voice, but Spock’s face was still that odd green colour, and he looked like he wanted to bolt, his eyes actually flicking from Jim to the door.


“You should still be sleeping.”


“Don’t change the subject.”


“Captain, you were quite ill –”


“And I’m fine now, since you sucked that goddamn migraine out of my mind. What was it?”


Spock stared at him, barely blinking, as though trying to see right through him, or straight into him, and Jim started to squirm, wanting Spock to say something. There was something in his eyes that Jim had never seen before, something he couldn't quite read, but it was directed solely at him, and he could feel his fingers twitching against the bedsheets. 


“Spock, you’re making me nervous –”


Jim’s words were cut off as Spock leaned forward and kissed him.


It was a simple brush of lips, barely enough to be felt, but Jim was left clutching at the blankets beneath him when Spock pulled back. There was something close to fear in his eyes, as though he was expecting Jim to push him away, despite what he must have seen in Jim’s mind –


“Shit, Spock,” Jim breathed shakily, fingers drifting to his lips, which he could have sworn were tingling. “You’re allowed to steal my migraines any time, if this is the result.”


Something like annoyance flitted across Spock’s face, but Jim couldn’t stop a grin, his heart trying to beat out of his chest, suddenly feeling like he’d been given the entire world. Fighting the urge to say something sappy, he reached out to wrap his fingers around Spock's, loving the way that green tint spread further across his cheeks.


“Fancy digging around in my head some more? I have some pretty vivid images of you floating around, if you're interested.”


Spock’s raised eyebrow was a mix of embarassment and exasperation, but he was leaning closer again, and Jim sighed softly as their lips slid together, caught up in the feel of Spock’s skin under his fingers, wondering if this level of bone-deep happiness was even legal.


Perhaps there was a cure for migraines, after all.


( 46 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 8th, 2009 01:47 pm (UTC)
Oh, that was so tender and lovely. ♥
Sep. 8th, 2009 02:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Sep. 8th, 2009 02:07 pm (UTC)
I love your Spock/Kirk SO MUCH! This was so very sweet, I love the image of Spock asleep in the chair, and then blushing omg!

So, um, yeah. Very sweet and heartwarming <3
Sep. 8th, 2009 02:26 pm (UTC)
Hehe - thank you, and glad you liked it so much! The image of Spock asleep in a chair is rather adorable, isn't it? <3
Sep. 8th, 2009 02:13 pm (UTC)
Uh, hi. :)
As a regular migraine sufferer, this made my day. It was so sweet, and I loved the ending. ♥
Sep. 8th, 2009 02:29 pm (UTC)
My dear, I send you my most sincere condolences, along with thoughts for a lot of good drugs. I'm exactly the same, and when I saw this prompt I thought, hmm, therapeutic much?

I'm so glad I could make your day. If you ever wish to commiserate, I shall be quite happy to have a complaining session, and I'll send lots of internet hugs.

Sep. 8th, 2009 02:18 pm (UTC)
Beautifully written. I love tender-hearted Spock being so utterly illogical around Jim. A wonderful hurt/comfort story with a real feelgood factor that left me with a silly smile on my face at the end. Thank you!
Sep. 8th, 2009 02:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I rather love your writing, so I quite appreciate the comment. I, too, have a sucker for Spock being tender-hearted and illogical around Jim, and I'm glad I could leave you with a smile.

Sep. 8th, 2009 08:06 pm (UTC)
oh... your. icon.
*inarticulate moaning and sighing*
much love. <3<3<3<3<3


ps: and I feel I should mention that your story was sweet beyond belief. I loved it. :)
Sep. 9th, 2009 01:42 am (UTC)
Yeah... staring at that icon for too long does funny things to me. And watching The Enterprise Incident makes me quirm and flail all over the place. <3

Glad you enjoyed, and thanks for the comment. :)
Sep. 8th, 2009 06:33 pm (UTC)
OP from the kink meme here! This is absolutely gorgeous; so tender and sweet and just generally fabulous! Thanks so much!

The thought of this scenario was the only thing keeping me going when I had to teach the last hour of a lesson with 7 year olds, just knowing that I had my own migraine coming on.

Now all I need is my very own Spock to read this to me next time I feel ill, in that lovely soft, low voice of his. :)
Sep. 9th, 2009 01:55 am (UTC)
Re: *flails*
Aw, good, I'm so glad you enjoyed! <3

And I'm so sorry for the teaching-children-incoming-migraine thing. There's nothing like having to function in a public place while you head's trying to explode. At least you had this scenario - I'll keep it in mind, too, the next time my head goes screwy.

As for having your very own Spock to read to you when you're sick... yeah, that'd be absolutely lovely. :)
Sep. 8th, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC)
I just went Awwwwwww really loud in a PUBLIC library... *pouts* I hope you're happy. now they're staring. this is awkward.
Sep. 9th, 2009 01:44 am (UTC)
Haha - that's absolutely awesome. Glad I could awkward up your day. XD
Sep. 8th, 2009 08:56 pm (UTC)
This is so adorable!!!
i love it!!!
Sep. 9th, 2009 01:45 am (UTC)
Thanks. :)
Sep. 8th, 2009 09:38 pm (UTC)
Have I ever told you that your Spock and Kirk voices are perfect? Because they are! Loved this. Made me wish Spock was around every time I get a headache. X]
Sep. 9th, 2009 01:47 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you so much! =D

And yeah, I'd love to have a Spock of my own around, too. The drugs are nice, but mixed with a Vulcan head massage would be even nicer. <3
Sep. 8th, 2009 09:45 pm (UTC)
Well damn send him my way I get them all the time.

I wouldn't mind just the massage. :)
Sep. 9th, 2009 01:50 am (UTC)
Yeah, me too. Migraines are goddamn monsters, and having a Vulcan to massage my temples would be wonderful. <3
Sep. 9th, 2009 02:50 am (UTC)
Up until ten years ago there wasn't even anything for me to take but I've been taking Relpax and it works really well. Only problem is I can only get six pills a month under my insurance so if I have them when I run out it's back to the bed and pain pills.

Do you take anything for yours?
Sep. 9th, 2009 03:07 am (UTC)
Toradol used to work for me, until I did damage to my throat from too much of it. I had ridiculous chronic migraines for awhile, so I was taking two Toradol every day, when you're supposed to max out at five days. Bad situation. =S

Since I can't do anti-inflammatories now, I have a Tramacet prescription - it's a synthetic opiate, so I don't know how tricky it'd be for you to get some prescribed. I got it because my options are so limited - and it is addictive, so I have to be careful with it, but it kills the pain quite nicely, and I'm stupidly grateful for it.

That sucks so, SO much about the limit on pills. I wish there was some way for me to make that better for you - you shouldn't have to be in pain, just because medication is so damn expensive. =S
Sep. 8th, 2009 10:14 pm (UTC)

I get horrible migraines. I only WISH to have a Spock of my own. :-P
Sep. 9th, 2009 01:48 am (UTC)
God, me too. Getting a head massage from him would be bliss. <3
Sep. 8th, 2009 11:55 pm (UTC)
This was amazingly sweet. ♥
Sep. 9th, 2009 01:48 am (UTC)
Thank you. :)
Sep. 9th, 2009 03:44 am (UTC)
Don't tell the other fanfic writers, but I think this is my new favorite!
Sep. 9th, 2009 06:51 am (UTC)
I'm not gonna lie, I live for feedback, and I actually gasped and said, "Oh, honey," when I read that. XD

Haha, wow, thanks for just making my night. You're awesome, and that was the best compliment a girl could ask for.
Sep. 9th, 2009 08:30 pm (UTC)
sooooo cute. D: love! ♥
Sep. 9th, 2009 08:37 pm (UTC)
Thanks. =D
Sep. 10th, 2009 12:37 am (UTC)
Oh, but I LOVED this. Spock taking care of Kirk is one of my absolute favorite thing to read - and you did it spectacularly. Characterization was spot on, the flow was wonderful - really, it was just an awesome read.

Thanks so much for sharing! I'm going to have to go poke around your journal and see what other treasures are hiding out in there.
Sep. 10th, 2009 04:51 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you so much! That's so sweet of ya - I'm glad you enjoyed. And yeah, feel free to poke around - there's probably some stuff you'd like. :)

Thanks again!
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Sep. 13th, 2009 03:09 am (UTC)
Heh. I was acrually just seeing that as Jim being cheeky - as in, if getting that glimpse gave ya the guts to do this, then hell, probe away.

But I can see your translation as well, and if Spock took it that way, I assume he would defintely have been wondering if that was an invitation to more than sex, and quietly freaking out about it. XD

Thanks for the comment! Also, your icon is made of so much win. <3
Nov. 2nd, 2009 11:07 pm (UTC)
This was terribly sweet and lovely. I love Jim's reactions to Spock. :D
Nov. 3rd, 2009 01:07 am (UTC)
Heeeee - thank you so much! I love these boys. :D
Dec. 2nd, 2009 01:14 am (UTC)
That was great, thanks.
Dec. 7th, 2009 06:42 am (UTC)
Dec. 6th, 2009 10:20 pm (UTC)
Soooo .. I'm back for more comments (after dropping off to give you some peace and quiet for a few days ;) ) and I have got to say .. oh my gawd, you are such a wonderful writer! Knowing what migraines are all about from personal experience, this was SO perfect and .. RIGHT!

And Spock, taking care of sick!Kirk that way, getting a peek into Kirk's brain? GUH! The cuteness!

Great, really great!
Dec. 7th, 2009 06:46 am (UTC)

... Mmmmm. Good thing I have opitates. :D

I'm so glad you enjoyed this! GFfgjfsbgrn. The image just about melted my brain as I was writing it. Spock would feel that it made sense to just suck some of the pain out of Jim's head. XD

Thanks for the comments - they make me smile like an fool.
Apr. 8th, 2010 08:44 pm (UTC)
I’ve granted myself the luxury of a print out and you know what? I’ve melted already on page two.
Kirk’s pride and his moment of embarrassment, added to the picture of him curled up under the covers and Spock being all caring and so tender…oh dear, once more you bring my heart to ache with affection for them.

“Spock’s low voice washed across his skin like a caress”
This? Pure Purr. And the best: I (We all I guess) now exactly that Spock’s voice can do stuff like that indeed, right? Pure Purr, I tell ‘ya.

And that there’s this “You were in pain” that Spock says. Oh my god…Whatever was left of me to melt did it that very moment.
It’s such a wonderful, intense and yet quiet moment and I could HEAR Spock’s low voive saying it in my mind.
And such deep sentence that explains practically everything, does it not? I can see how it works for Spock (as well as the other way around), because what else could he have done if not the best thing to ease Kirk’s pain?
Spock, I LOVE YOU. And you, fabulous author of all this, too.
It’s so lovely, so very very lovely.

And then this freaking highly too-tense-for-words TENSE atmosphere when Spock just wouldn’t talk and Kirk’s full of fear. Aaaaawwwww I clasped, I stopped breathing, I jumped, I shivered and each single of my muscles decided to flinch. Not in any compatible rhythm of course. Oh lord, you did it so greatly!!!! You must have been aiming for that effect and let me assure you that you were successful – probably more than you can imagine.

“Fancy digging around in my head some more?” Best pick up and starting-to-make-out line EVAR !!

Thank you so much for this!! It’ll accompany me in my dreams tonight :)


I just wanna add that I'd been a bookseller for many years and I read a lot during that time. But this (and, to be fair, some other K/S stories) are just beyond any scale...

Apr. 12th, 2010 02:01 am (UTC)
Yay for melting and heartache! :D

Pure Purr, I tell ‘ya.

I do love the purr. :D

It’s such a wonderful, intense and yet quiet moment and I could HEAR Spock’s low voive saying it in my mind.
And such deep sentence that explains practically everything, does it not? I can see how it works for Spock (as well as the other way around), because what else could he have done if not the best thing to ease Kirk’s pain?

Yeah, it's really that simple, isn't it? If Jim's in pain, then Spock's hurting, too - and will do basically anything to make Jim's pain stop. I love these two so much - the fact that they always, without fail, care more about each other than about themselves. It just... melts and breaks my heart over and over again.

Aaaaawwwww I clasped, I stopped breathing, I jumped, I shivered and each single of my muscles decided to flinch. Not in any compatible rhythm of course. Oh lord, you did it so greatly!!!! You must have been aiming for that effect and let me assure you that you were successful – probably more than you can imagine.

I am happy beyond belief that I was successful. :D

Best pick up and starting-to-make-out line EVAR !!

Why, thank ya! And I do hope that this accompanied you into your dreams. The first time I ever discovered Trek fandom - i.e. I saw reboot, and ran home to the computer - I dreamt about Spock for seven nights in a row, without fail. XD

I just wanna add that I'd been a bookseller for many years and I read a lot during that time. But this (and, to be fair, some other K/S stories) are just beyond any scale...

Guh, honey. ♥ The blush on my face is also beyond any scale. Maybe I should write some fiction, and try to get it published... dunno what I'd write about, but I'm sure that I could find something. And there are definitely a ton of authors in this fandom who should be getting paid to write.

Love and hugs. ♥

Apr. 12th, 2010 12:44 pm (UTC)
And more love and hugs back :)))

"I love these two so much - the fact that they always, without fail, care more about each other than about themselves. It just... melts and breaks my heart over and over again."

Yes Yes Yes, that's exactly what makes them so unique and their bond (bonded or not) so WONDERFUL and that's what it feels like for me too. My heart aches with depth and care for them, just like yours. And it's so intense...

"The blush on my face is also beyond any scale. Maybe I should write some fiction, and try to get it published... dunno what I'd write about, but I'm sure that I could find something."

Oh you could definitely do it, no doubts whatsoever. And I'm pretty sure you'd know what to write about once the right subject meets you.

Also, I can't believe you've been familiar with those men only since about a year!!! You know them so very, very well.

Joy, and if possible, peace in IDIC,
Apr. 12th, 2010 04:09 pm (UTC)
Yes Yes Yes, that's exactly what makes them so unique and their bond (bonded or not) so WONDERFUL and that's what it feels like for me too.


I will definitely attemp to write something this summer - maybe stick with what I know, and focus on a book about depression for teens/young adults, or something. Or maybe an angsty love story - or maybe some nice mixture of both. Also, I'm glad you think I already know these men very well! :)

Apr. 14th, 2010 09:41 am (UTC)
You DO know them, believe me.

Have you ever thought about writing something longer?
Just curious, that's all.

Apr. 14th, 2010 04:55 pm (UTC)
Thank you! As for longer stuff... I do have a couple of epic reboot stories.

A Canadian Winter - http://twisting-vine-x.livejournal.com/157615.html

It's schmoopy as hell, takes place at a cabin, and was part of the Spork advent calendar. :)

And this one... it's maybe the second Spork story I ever wrote, and it's the epitome of angst and h/c. That does seem to be my thing.


Enjoy! <3
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