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Star Trek AOS: The Genetic Soap Opera / Bang a Gong / Of Twin Stars and Other Eccentric Satellites
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The Genetic Soap Opera (or, One of the Less Dignified Royal Weddings) by waketosleep [Kirk/Spock]
Turns out Jim Kirk's more than meets the eye, genetically speaking. There are a lot of consequences, mostly for Spock and his sanity.

Spock stared at him for a long time while Jim tried not to panic, tried to tread water above the crazy red-hot oblivion he'd been drowning in ten minutes ago, sedatives be damned. Then Spock's shoulders relaxed and his expression shifted subtly, and most importantly his thumb traced over Jim's knuckle in a caress that sent Jim cold and then hot all over.

"You will infuriate me every day until you die, anyway," said Spock.

"You may as well get my money," Jim agreed.



Bang a Gong by waketosleep [Kirk/Spock]
The chronicles of the Sad Bastards Club (Enterprise Chapter).

"What?" Jim let a note of exasperation creep into his voice.

"You have just asked me to marry you."

"I'm glad we're on the same page."

"I cannot marry you."

"Why not? You got someone else in mind?" Jim's palms were starting to sweat.

"Vulcans do not divorce."

"All right, no pre-nup then." Jim crossed his arms, hoping to hide the shaking in his hands.



Of Twin Stars and Other Eccentric Satellites by winterhill [Kirk/Spock]
A year into the mission, Spock and Jim have got on with things and are well on their way to that great destined friendship -- or maybe more. There’s spanner in the works, though, when a group of colonists exploring an unknown part of New Vulcan go missing, and the Enterprise crew is called in to help. The problem? The Vulcan High Council has insisted they take a guide — Spock’s wife, T’Pring.

“No,” said Jim, and Spock extended a hand between them, two fingers out in an unmistakable Vulcan gesture. One that, come to think of it, he hadn’t seen Spock use with T’Pring. Jim wondered if he should say anything, because Spock usually just raised an eyebrow at all of Jim’s usual pick-up lines and double entendre, and he decided it would be less potentially traumatic to go with the flow. He pressed his fingers to Spock’s, there in the dark. T’Pring was asleep, wasn’t she? Did this count as cheating? Shit.

It was too cold to hold the kiss for long, and eventually they had to withdraw back into the pockets of warmth afforded by their personal heatpacks; Jim tucked his freezing hand under one arm, still able to feel the press of Spock’s flesh against his fingers, the warm hum of reassurance that Spock’s gentle touch brought to him.

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