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merrilyThis is not what I sat down to write. But oh my fucking god, Zachary Quinto and Zoe Saldana, I am not made of stone, okay!
[Also,svilleficrecs mentioned she was writing something where Uhura tied Spock (I think Spock?) to the bed, and I couldn't stop thinking about that. And not for the feminism! I am not into tying Spock up for the feminism, guys, sorry.]
District and Circle
Spock understood that it was logical, but still, there was something shaming in it – something wrong about how much he enjoyed the handcuffs Nyota owned.
She had brought them out the second month after they had become physically intimate. They had known each other for two years, one week and three days, but Spock felt his heart pound faster, still, at the thought that she had read him so clearly. He thought he’d been discreet about his desires -- urges that betrayed his misgivings regarding his human heritage, his fear that his self-will wasn’t strong enough. He had never talked about those doubts with her, but somehow she knew, for here they were, and the silver rings gleamed in Nyota’s hands.
She was biting her lip and looking at him through lowered lashes. They were already naked. The expedient thing, Spock surmised, would be to show that he was willing. He knelt and kissed her hands, kissed the cuffs, then got on the bed and stretched his arms over his head.
Nyota stared at him blankly. He closed his eyes. Of course, she didn’t expect quite so much eagerness.
“You are more perceptive than I guessed,” he said, keeping his voice even, although he felt his cheeks flushing. “It is fortunate that the bed in my quarters has a headboard.” He didn’t mention that he’d quietly added the headboard, that it was non-regulation.
“Yes,” Nyota said, after a beat. “Fortunate.”
“Please do not draw out the moment of binding. I assure you that I am ready.” And indeed he was. Spock could feel his erection hot and tight against his belly, felt his skin flushed with arousal. He gripped the bars of the headboard tightly, enjoying the tension in his upper arms, the resulting adrenaline. Soon, there would be no escape, and Nyota would be relentless, forcing him to take and receive pleasure, disregarding the Vulcan propensity for reasonable action.
“Please,” Spock whispered, again, and Nyota was straddling his thighs, chuckling softly, brushing a hand over his cheek tenderly before she reached up to fasten one wrist, then the other. Her hair fell against his chest.
Spock tested the strength of the cuffs. They would hold him.
He was grateful.
I don't even know, guys! I think there's sex ahead, but that was it for this bit.
[Also,
svilleficrecs mentioned she was writing something where Uhura tied Spock (I think Spock?) to the bed, and I couldn't stop thinking about that. And not for the feminism! I am not into tying Spock up for the feminism, guys, sorry.]District and Circle
Spock understood that it was logical, but still, there was something shaming in it – something wrong about how much he enjoyed the handcuffs Nyota owned.
She had brought them out the second month after they had become physically intimate. They had known each other for two years, one week and three days, but Spock felt his heart pound faster, still, at the thought that she had read him so clearly. He thought he’d been discreet about his desires -- urges that betrayed his misgivings regarding his human heritage, his fear that his self-will wasn’t strong enough. He had never talked about those doubts with her, but somehow she knew, for here they were, and the silver rings gleamed in Nyota’s hands.
She was biting her lip and looking at him through lowered lashes. They were already naked. The expedient thing, Spock surmised, would be to show that he was willing. He knelt and kissed her hands, kissed the cuffs, then got on the bed and stretched his arms over his head.
Nyota stared at him blankly. He closed his eyes. Of course, she didn’t expect quite so much eagerness.
“You are more perceptive than I guessed,” he said, keeping his voice even, although he felt his cheeks flushing. “It is fortunate that the bed in my quarters has a headboard.” He didn’t mention that he’d quietly added the headboard, that it was non-regulation.
“Yes,” Nyota said, after a beat. “Fortunate.”
“Please do not draw out the moment of binding. I assure you that I am ready.” And indeed he was. Spock could feel his erection hot and tight against his belly, felt his skin flushed with arousal. He gripped the bars of the headboard tightly, enjoying the tension in his upper arms, the resulting adrenaline. Soon, there would be no escape, and Nyota would be relentless, forcing him to take and receive pleasure, disregarding the Vulcan propensity for reasonable action.
“Please,” Spock whispered, again, and Nyota was straddling his thighs, chuckling softly, brushing a hand over his cheek tenderly before she reached up to fasten one wrist, then the other. Her hair fell against his chest.
Spock tested the strength of the cuffs. They would hold him.
He was grateful.
I don't even know, guys! I think there's sex ahead, but that was it for this bit.