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_{[ Spock was smiling? And giving him a compliment? Kirk raised his
eyebrows and glanced at the chocolates and back at Spock. They couldn't be
laced with anything, since Kirk wasn't feeling effects. Odd... ]}

Hey, I was thinking... maybe you should teach me to speak Vulcan.

_{[ He needed something to keep his mind out of dark places, and he did
that best when he had a task. He could work on his motorcycle, but he
needed a break now and then, especially at night when it was to cold and
dark to work, so maybe learning a language could be a new distraction.
]}

[Hearing Vulcan come out of Jim's mouth? It might be too much for Spock to withstand.
Spock blushes as he nods.] It would be an honour, sir.

[Perhaps the look he was giving Jim was a bit too longing.]

_{[ Kirk squirmed a bit, not sure what to make go the look. Or rather,
maybe he knew exactly what to make of it, he just didn't want to admit he
knew why or that he might feel the same. Did he? God this was weird and
crazy and wrong and... Damn. ]}

Good. Do you want to start after you're done having a relationship with that chocolate? Or should I leave you two alone for a bit more?

[Spock sits up straighter, looking at Jim eagerly.]

Are there any particular phrases you wish to learn first?
[He eats another piece of chocolate. Don't mind the fact that Spock's eyes are completely blown.]

_{[ It was a hard thing to ignore. Kirk frowns and reaches out, taking
the box of chocolates and considering it and then himself. He didn't feel
any different than before, but he had been in places dark enough to know
what those look Spock's eyes was... ]}

Let's start with "how are you feeling right now, Spock"?

I am feeling rather well, thank you Jim.

[His Captain is quite nice. Smells nice too... Spock is feeling all sorts of content right now. Don't mind him if he starts purring.]

Right, but, are you sure?

_{[ Should he call Bones? Had he just accidentally doped his lieutenant?
Whoops.}

He leaned in, gripped Spock's face and peering at his eyes. Definitely blown. But the chocolates weren't drugged or anything, since he wasn't feeling anything. What was going on? ]

[Wait, weren't they supposed to be talking in Vulcan? Spock looked over at Jim, practically purring out the phrase....]

Taluhk nash-veh k'dular...

_{[ The purring noise - got that purring noise. It was weird and at the
same time sent a little thrill up his spine that he seriously questioned.
]}

Uh yeah, I'm not quite that good yet. I can barely say "hello" remember? And even then I think I offend half your people when I do.

Then perhaps I will give you a simpler word... T'hy'la.

[Spock had leaned forward just a little bit, but the space had certainly become more intimate.]

_{[ T'hy'la. He knew that word. He knew it all to well. It made
him shiver and want to throw himself at Spock and at the same time shrink
away. It was totally unfair, the things Spock made him feel. He didn't have
time for this... ]}

Yeah, you taught me that one.

_{[ He did not move his head away from Spock though, swallowing thickly
as he looked into those blown eyes. ]}

Then say it.

[Spock was captured... he leaned in closer, his body shifting so that his leg was almost touching Jim's.]

Why? Shouldn't I learn a word I don't know?

_{[ That word reverberated through his head, bouncing back and forth and
echoing like in some kind of dream.}

He reached up, cupping the back of his neck, wanting to tell himself to pull away and then he remembered the kiss under the mistletoe and he couldn't quite pull away. Something stopped him, kept him rooted there looking at the Vulcan's eyes. ]

That's point of a language lesson after all...

Then say 'Ashaya.'

[There was a smile that reached the Vulcan's eyes as he continued to regard Jim. He didn't want to fight the emotion he was feeling right now... For once, he wants to live in the moment, and let the chips fall where they may.]

And do I get a translation of that?

_{[ God, this was... This was hard. It was hard to tell himself no, that
this was a bad idea. It was hard to forget how it had felt to kiss him,
hard to forget that Spock knew him the best of anybody. That's what people
wanted in their mates, right? It's what he wanted too, wasn't it?}

It was hard to remind himself that they might forget if they got sent back home. Hard to remind himself of the pain he'd caused Spock in his bad decisions. How could Spock even want him that way? Why would he? He asked himself that a lot, when he was being serious. ]

What does it mean, Spock?

[Spock closes the gap, brushing his lips against Jim's...]

It means beloved. [The word was breathed, as if a prayer before the Vulcan pressed a proper kiss against his Captain's mouth, allowing his eyes to flutter shut.]

_{[ He really didn't have an answer for that. In all his previous
experiences, when the word "love" in any shape or form came out, he went
running for the hills.}

But a lot had happened in two years - or was it three? Luceti had messed up his time flow, damn it. But either way, a lot had happened. He wasn't that same person, even though some of that person remained. So he wasn't sure what it was that kept him there when Spock's mouth touched his - a shared memory of mistletoe, the thrumming of the bond between them, just the sheer want to not be alone...

Whatever it was, it kept him there and leaning back into his mouth, tongue flickering out to tease, to press inside and deepen it. Kirk never did anything by halves, after all. ]

[Spock almost pulled back at the sudden appearance of tongue, but relaxed into it. It was an interesting sensation, and one that he decided wasn't unpleasant. Instead, he returned the gesture, gently exploring Jim's mouth with his own tongue.
The Vulcan didn't know what to do with his hands....but he wanted further connection. He wanted to feel this human. Reaching out, Spock took hold of Jim's hands, entwining their fingers, shivering at the electric touch.]

_{[ The touch was electric for him too, firing off through his fingers
and to his brain, down his spine. It was beautiful, wonderful, a sweet
sensation that couple with the feel of Spock's tongue against his own. He
tasted like chocolate, bitter and sweet. His fingers slid up behind the
pointed ears, hooking around the back of his neck and massaging the muscle.}

He should stop this, he needed to stop this. Not because they were two men, or it was wrong, but because neither of them could take the hurting. Because this couldn't work out, right? It was just the way their stars were some crap like that, right? Why would anyone want a broken thing?

And yet, he kept kissing, his breath coming in hard and short as his kisses grew deeper, more insistent. ]

[Spock didn't want to stop... and soon enough he was gently pushing Jim down onto the couch, leaning his weight onto his golden form.
His hands traveled, his fingers seeking out the skin under Jim's shirt.

Spock had given up feeling as though this could never work. They were here now, in Luceti... and while they were here, come what may, they should do what felt right. The bond buzzed, whispering loving Vulcan phrases to his bondmate.]

_{[ He leaned back into the cushions, letting Spock push him down. He
wrapped his arms around the Vulcan, fingers finding his ears to tease the
pointed shell. He could hear the words inside his head, whispers he
understood as declarations of love even if he could not understand the
words themselves.}

His skin prickled and sparked where Spock touched him, making him arch a little. It was hard to say when anyone's touch had ever done that to him, and he liked it - a lot. ]

Spock...

Jim...

[He couldn't stop, couldn't get enough of this human. He wanted everything that Jim could give him. The Vulcan caressed the bond, moving his lips from Jim's mouth down his jaw to his neck. There he bit and licked at the skin as his hands snaked further under his shirt.
He didn't bothering sparing any though to whether this was wrong or not, all that mattered was that he was with his bond mate.

And he was becoming aroused.]

_{[ He could feel it, an odd duality, sensations layered atop his own.
It was... weird, but in a good way? Hard to tell. It was him and not him,
and on some level he knew it was Spock. He groaned, baring his neck to
Spock, fingers slipping down beneath the collar of his shirt to stroke the
back muscles of the alien, nails digging into his skin ever so lightly to
create that bit of friction. ]}

Damn it, Spock... we... we can't...

_{[ His protests sounded weak, even to his own ears. ]}

[Later, Spock will feel awful about pushing, but right now? Doesn't matter.]

Yes, we can. [The Vulcan brushes their hips together, groaning as he once more captures his Captain's lips. He wants this man.]

Not.. not where Bones can walk in on us-!

_{[ It was a real concern. Bones would never let them hear the end of it
if he walked in on them.}

Though it was hard to argue right now with Spock rocking against him, his own hips rocking back, gripping him tightly and kissing with the same fervor. Damn it, why was he wanting to stop again? ]

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