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Star Trek AOS: Almost Domestic / Liberties / Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours)
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morethansky wrote in amphhh
Almost Domestic by barrowjane [Kirk/Spock]
“I think we need to set up some guidelines for shore leave,” Jim says, speaking mostly to the off-white ceiling. “You know, ground rules. A design schematic for having fun.”

Spock rests his chin lightly on Jim’s shoulder, watching as Jim places vegetables into a colander.

“They’re brilliant, I’m telling you. They’ve even got warp drives in the movie. I think they call them something else, though. Wash these, would you?” He points to the pile of bell peppers. Spock nods, moving forward instead of away, until he can reach around Jim to get at the sink and Jim can feel the long line of him pressed up against him.

“Inefficient,” Jim murmurs, but turns his head enough to kiss the line of Spock’s jaw, the soft spot just below his ear.

“I have found, over the course of our relationship, that there are surprising rewards to inefficiency,” he says with perfect sincerity.



Liberties by centrifuge [Kirk/Spock]
In which Kirk precipitates an unintended cultural exchange, Spock develops a drinking problem, and the crew stages an intervention, but not the kind Kirk was expecting.

Kirk left the room and cursed himself. Lame, lame, lame! And creepy! He couldn’t have looked more desperate if he’d tried. He cringed as he slinked into his own quarters like a soundly-chastised dog with a leg-humping problem, feeling every bit as perverse and guilty and completely unable to stop himself.

I didn’t realize you two were so close, Bones had said. Well yeah, he’d responded, excited and anxious at once, we blah blah blah all the blah time and he even blah blah blah with me, only now everything is blah and he won’t blah blah blah—

Jesus, you codependent little freak, Bones had replied after a saintly period of patient listening. Please don’t tell me you break into his quarters and spy on him while he’s meditating.



Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours) by kianspo
In which Spock contemplates the laws of attraction and realizes what a slippery slope that is only after he has already fallen. There's no help for him now.

Later, when Jim is transferred into intensive care and is breathing on his own again, Spock realizes that his priorities will never be with Starfleet or the mission from now on. There are things he cannot allow to happen again and never will.

In the morning, Jim opens his eyes, his face still a swollen, broken mess of features that McCoy will spend weeks to come to restore. He opens his eyes as wide as he can, which isn’t much at all – two slits of bright blue on the dark purple with smidges of yellow that makes up his face. He focuses with difficulty, and when his gaze rests on Spock, his bruised lips twitch, striving to curl into a smile.

Spock stands there, thinking that this is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.