The Heart in Interphase | By : codysaoyrn Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 4169 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Eyes narrowed, Spock recalculated his next move. This was a not unanticipated turn of events, but he would admit (however reluctantly) that he had been planning on his captain remaining disoriented enough to be adequately submissive. Upon consideration, though, it was clear that a Human male—especially one like Kirk—would not submit easily, no matter the situation.
There had been numerous times when Kirk had deferred to Spock's judgment, ranging from simple diplomatic protocol to how many lives to save. But occasional deference by no means indicated subservience on any level—though the potential, one could argue, was there.
The question, then, Spock thought, his Vulcan mind working out logical kinks far more quickly than a Human's ever could, Is one of...persuading, as it were, the captain that his interests—no, that his future, and that of his first officer's, is best served by a temporary, yet total...letting go.
The time it had taken Spock to recalibrate his thought processes was impossibly brief, but to a bystander like McCoy, it felt like hours.
Breathing brought sharp electric shocks, as though the air were charged with static electricity, and each shock increased a feeling of skittishness in McCoy; he wanted to do something, but there didn't really seem to be anything for him to do. Restless, he hopped down from his bed and stood by the one to which Kirk was tied. Spock didn't turn his face away from his captain, but allowed himself to break eye contact long enough to shoot McCoy an appraising glance.
Quietly, his gaze matched once more with Kirk's, Spock spoke.
"Yes, Doctor?"
McCoy hadn't thought that far ahead. After making a show of leaning forward to examine the plug Spock was holding (and Kirk's ass while he was at it) he decided to let act before thinking—after all, that had gotten him far enough already. He lifted his hand and let it fall wherever seemed the most appropriate, convenient even.
"Sir, I believe we have already discussed the pointlessness of your attempting to stimulate me, so kindly remove your hand," said Spock, still not looking at McCoy, "Or I shall be forced to do it myself, as I find this most distracting."
Smirking, McCoy kept his hand on the smooth curve of Spock's still-clothed rear and began to gently knead the flesh in his grip. "Well, Spock, I'm just fine with it. So why don't you worry about Jim instead? After all, he's supposed to be the center of attention here, not you."
Struck by this last remark, Spock tensed—had he been letting his Human side get the better of him?—and it was this tension that inadvertently drove the plug's tip into Kirk's hole.
"Oh, God!" Kirk tried to pull away, but Spock quickly moved to prevent any action, pinning his captain into place with thin yet strong legs. "What are you—"
Spock cut him off with a look, one that Kirk knew well. It was an expression that spoke of an unfathomable depth of feeling, barely restrained, a depth that Kirk would never be able to fully comprehend. As much as Vulcans prided their logic, they could never escape their tumultuously emotional past—and Spock was certainly no exception.
So intense was the connection between the two that McCoy, sensing the seriousness of the moment, was temporarily sobered. Releasing his hold on Spock, he padded over and bent down to whisper to Kirk, resting his arms by Kirk's head for support.
"Captain—" McCoy's use of the honorific got Kirk's attention, and he glanced up to see his best friend, face already lined with age, looking exhausted—but whether it was in the purely physical sense, he couldn't be sure.
"Captain," McCoy tried again, "It's been over two years. Now that your memories of that time are starting to come back, surely you must realize how hard this has been on Spock, on the two of us." Shaking his head, he made a dismissive gesture. "Well, not so much me. I'm an old country doctor, I know how life is," he said self-deprecatingly. "But Spock, Jim, Spock. If you keep playing games with him, logic be damned—he'll find a reason to hate either you or himself. Which would you rather it be?"
This (rhetorical) question—judgment, even—was followed by a long silence, punctuated only by their breathing, during which all three of them were unable to look at each other.
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