Title: For the night... and for ever 1/1
Author: Lady Charena <LadyCharena@aol.com>
Series: TOS, ST V
Rating: R
Codes: K/S, ft
Feedback: I'd like feedback very
much. <LadyCharena@aol.com>
Summary: After the little
"trip" to Nimbus III...
Note: This is the long promised
sequel to "How I come to love
Mondays" and "A taste of
paradise", which were inspired by T'Len's marvellous story "Aloha Hawaii" from the KFF.
Mental speech is set between * *
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns
Star Trek. I borrowed a small part from it, to have fun. The story is mine and
only fanfiction - no moneymaking or offence of copyrights intended.
If you are under age, please stay
away. If you have a problem with m/m-relations and -sex - sorry, you've picked
the wrong story for your entertainment.
Please be patient with any errors -
English is not my native language. My thanks to Lisa for beta.
For the night... and for ever 1/1
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by Lady Charena
Jan. 2002
The physician watched his two
friends sitting near the fire, quietly talking to each other -- which left him
time to think things over. An hour ago, they broke the news of their altered
relationship to him. Part of him was really amazed... of course he had known
that the two of them shared something very special. Something more intense than
simple close friendship. But *that* close? And there was a part of him that
wasn't even a bit surprised - it seemed he'd expected it unconsciously for a
long time...
"Bones? You're okay?"
He was startled from his musing and
gazed into familiar hazel eyes.
"You haven't said a word for
nearly an hour."
"What do you expect me to
say?" he grumbled. "After all the years of watching you, it shouldn't
surprise me at all."
Jim frowned at him.
"Why?" he asked.
"My dear friend, because you've
been obsessed with that Vulcan since you met him for the first time."
Kirk's frown broke into a smile.
"Maybe you're right. I had just never seen how much he really meant to
me."
He got up, stretching his cramped
body, still feeling the bruises from his fall. "Time to quit talking for
tonight."
McCoy watched him once more - as he
went back to Spock, to set the camp for the night. There was no outward sign of
a change between the two men. No holding hands, no good night kisses. But Jim
looked a lot happier than he had last year. And the Vulcan - who could tell?
Spock seemed content.
* * *
A few hours later, they found
themselves back aboard the Enterprise and on their way to Nimbus III.
After his talk with Bob Wesley, Jim
went to his quarters to change his clothes. He expected Spock to show up - but
the Vulcan never came. So he went to Spock's quarters - after a short visit on
the bridge - to assure that everything was all right.
He found the Vulcan behind his
desk, replaying the tape with the recording from Nimbus III.
"Hey, there you are. Didn't
you promise to join me for a shower?"
There was no answer and so he tried
his newly-learned abilities and probed at their link. But Spock kept his
shields up.
The last day they had spent on Hawaii,
they melded to establish a link between them - a normal part of an intimate
relationship with a Vulcan. It proved to be a truly fascinating experience for
the human. He knew from the shallow link they had shared during the first
five-year-mission - established through melds in the line of duty - how a
Vulcan mind touch felt. And he remembered vividly the cool, clinical meld with
Sarek after Spock's death. But this was... he couldn't describe it with words.
To feel Spock inside his mind. To experience the pure delight *his* Vulcan took
from it. And to be warmed by his love.
He had nearly forgotten his former
reluctance to join his mind to Spock's. It always seemed too much like a
commitment. And he wasn't sure if this was what either of them really wanted -
needed - dared to risk...
He touched Spock's shoulder.
"What's wrong, Spock?"
The Vulcan turned. "I am fine,
Jim. I was just... thinking."
There was a moment of awkward silence
while Jim studied the picture on the screen. It showed the kidnapper of the
ambassadors.
Then Kirk nodded. "Okay. I
have to go to the bridge. You're coming?"
"I will join you
shortly."
The human was on his way to the
door, as Spock stopped him. "T'hy'la."
Jim turned smiling. "Yes,
love?"
The Vulcan went to him, hesitantly
touching his cheek. "I regret missing the opportunity to share a shower
with you. But maybe we can repeat it tonight?"
He found himself in a joyous hug.
"I'll hold you to that promise," Jim whispered, capturing the soft
lips for a quick kiss.
* * *
But it took them a long time to
come around to the promised shower. So much happened in so little time...
Sybok and his crazed troop of
mercenaries on Nimbus III. The knowledge that *he* was Spock's brother. That
maniac who had stolen his ship and his crew from him. Who had turned his
friends into a kind of puppet, pulling their strings to follow his mad plan to
find god. That same man should be related to his gentle, logical lover? And was
a son of the honourable Sarek? If it hadn't been so sad, Jim would have
laughed.
He shivered, thinking of the
creature they had found in that alleged Eden. Surely not a god...
Pushing those thoughts aside, Jim
Kirk got up. He missed Spock. But the Vulcan had asked for some time to be
alone. And the human tried to be patient and understanding - knowing Spock had
to deal with the unexpected appearance of his older brother and his death. But
he yearned to share this with the Vulcan, like Spock had shared *his* fears,
his anger, his pain, in the last days.
Returning to the bed, he sat down.
For the first time he found himself really thinking about commitment. About
bonding. About spending the rest of his life with Spock. Somehow it had lost its
frightening sound. It seemed that all he had needed was to be faced with a
moment in which he thought he would die - alone on that miserable planet,
facing a ship of the Klingons.
There were many questions he - they
- had closed off in the weeks since the change in their relationship. And maybe
it was now the time to change that... and maybe it was time for more than
talking.
* * *
Warmth surrounded him as he entered
Spock's quarters.
"Jim?"
He went to the Vulcan, sliding his arms
around his waist to hug him near. "I need to tell you something," he
said. "I love you."
"Jim, I..."
"I know." He sealed
Spock's lips with a gentle kiss. "But there is more I have to tell
you." He retreated slightly to lock his eyes with his lover's. "Today
gave me a hard lesson. Without you - I would have died."
He silenced Spock's answer with
another gentle kiss. "I want to share with you. Everything. Every time. I
know you tried to talk with me about this... about commitment, on Hawaii. But I
was too unsure."
"Too unsure of what,
Jim?"
"If this is what we both
really want. This is somewhat new for me. And I figured, for you, too."
He smiled, as he saw disbelief in
the dark eyes. "Really. You know I had male lovers before, but I was never
as much in love as I am with you. I've never thought of commitment before. That
was always kind of frightening to me."
He cupped the beloved face in his
hands. "Tonight I want to hold you to this that promised shower. After
that, I want to take you to bed, to make love to you... And I want you to bond
us. But this is all academic, if you don't want me."
"Jim! I... of course I want to
join with you. I told you that the very first night in Yosemite."
Kirk smiled - and started to open
the top of Spock's uniform. "I know, but I did not understand. Now I
do." Bending his head, he nibbled at the side of Spock's chin, earning a
gasp.
He divested his Vulcan of his
clothes, then shed his own without much care, leaving them in a trail on his
way to the bathroom.
Ushering the Vulcan into the small
cubicle, he set the temperature high enough to be comfortable for both of them.
There was just enough room for two and Jim thought longingly of the big shower
in their beach cabin on Hawaii.
Hot hands started to spread soap on
his chest... and he forgot Hawaii, revelling in the touch. Both - on his skin
and deeper. Spock's mind brushed his and he welcomed it, never feeling the
fingertips settle over the meld points in his face.
He closed his eyes, giving himself
over to the gentle sensations, flowing his mind... Join us, he thought, for the
night and for ever...
* * *
A gush of cooler air startled him
for a moment, before he found himself enveloped in a thick towel and vulcan
arms. He still felt the brush of Spock's thoughts, inflaming his body with no
more than a simple touch. It wasn't hard to understand why Vulcans valued the
mind more than the body. But his showed a rather enthusiastic reaction to
Spock's more mental caresses.
Something tickled at the corner of
his mind and he turned to face his Vulcan. "You laugh," he whispered,
touching his temple in disbelief. "I can feel it." He bent his head
to brush his lips over his mate's. "Will you let me see you laugh? One
day..."
Spock did not answer, but again Jim
felt the tingling sensation. He could easily get used to it.
* * *
They finally made it to bed. Jim
pushed Spock gently back to lean against the head of the bed and straddled his
legs. He watched the face of his soon-to-be mate intensely.
Spock reached for the meld points
again.
"Won't you ask me to marry
you?" Jim asked smiling, touching the back of Spock's hand.
A brow rose to dark, mussed bangs.
"I did not know that was still required?" There was an amused ring in
the Vulcan's voice. "You have already given yourself to me."
Jim laughed. "Got you. You
don't want to make me an honest man, Spock." He cut off the Vulcan's
answer with a kiss.
But Spock stopped him after a
moment, closing both hands around the human's face. "Jim, will you bond
with me?" he asked.
"I will..." Jim whispered
against Spock's lips.
* * *
At first there was no real
difference... Just warmth and peace. He had never felt this at ease before.
*Rested enough, t'hy'la?*
He heard the voice inside his mind.
It didn't feel like an intrusion - but like regaining a part of himself that he
had always missed without even knowing it.
Slowly he opened his eyes, looking
at his mate - and saw another, unbelievably young person. The wrinkles were
gone, an almost imperceptible strain around the eyes and mouth had vanished.
Hesitantly, he traced the smiling lips.
"I never saw you smiling
openly like this before," he whispered amazed.
"No one ever did, Jim. You
gave me the freedom to do so." Spock took his hand, placing a tender kiss
onto his palm. "To say, 'I love you.'"
The human closed his eyes,
savouring this moment.
"I didn't meant to rush it
like this," he said a few minutes later. "We are bonded now?"
"No, t'hy'la." Spock silenced
his protest with a fingertip over his lips. "A bond is not made with
haste. We are now linked on a deeper level, and this link will grow to a bond.
This is just the beginning."
end