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LOST NOW AS LOVE TIGHTENS - Islaofhope
“Energize, Mr. Kyle,” Spock said, taking his position beside and slightly forward of the transporter platform. “Bring the captain aboard.”
“Yes, Mr. Spock.”
Kirk began to materialize with a solemn look on his handsome face, but then, presumably when he spotted his first officer waiting for him, a twinkle appeared in his eyes and a slow smile spread across his face. “Mr. Spock.” He started down from the platform, stumbling ever so slightly; fortunately Kyle did not appear to have noticed.
THE TEACHER - Lani
"Damn it!" Kirk said. "I should've been down there. Markovich just didn't have the experience to handle the situation.”
Spock sat watching Kirk pace, his steps quick and his face tense. His grief and anger struck the Vulcan's mental controls but Spock compensated without conscious thought. It was better than Kirk's earlier grief-ridden silence after he had spoken with the landing party's surviving members. Now in the privacy of his quarters, Kirk could finally vent his feelings.
“Starfleet Command has been quite emphatic that you should not be leading landing parties,” Spock said. “A starship captain is not expendable and opportunities to gain experience in unusual conditions is required if junior officers are to learn leadership skills.
THE SPELL - Cervelle Marais
The turbo doors opened onto the bridge, revealing the Captain and Dr. McCoy returning from shore leave on Starbase 14. “-did it everywhere but swinging from the chandelier's Uh._” Realizing they had already arrived, Kirk halted his ribald account of the sex-filled shore leave he had enjoyed in a long time.“That lil, 'ol gypsy gal cast a spell on ya, Jimboy, and I bet she took all ya money, too.”
EVOLVING TOWARD FOREVER - Eelise Madrid
Pon farr. What a dirty trick Nature had played on his friend. It had been a rough day and Kirk should have been able to sleep. But the events on Vulcan kept running through his mind, his thoughts bouncing between elation at the outcome...and fear of what still might come. Was it over? Was Spock okay? He couldn't stop thinking about it, wondering how long he would have his friend at his side. He needed the solace of touch, Spock's assurance that their lives could go on as they had. Decision made, he got up, threw on his robe and proceeded through their shared bathroom to Spock's cabin.
“Spock?” He rapped softly on the door. He hoped Spock was awake, but given the way he felt, he wasn't going to let a little thing like a sleeping Vulcan stop him. “Spock. Let me in. I need to talk to you.”
TWENTY-FOUR HOURS - Helen
He fell forward onto the furred chest in shuddering aftermath, his spent organ slipping free from its encasement. Strong arms held him, rolling them over easily onto their sides, all tangled arms and legs and soft whispers of love….He woke and glanced at the chronometer, a slow smile dawning on his face. They had managed to get a few hours sleep after all. Hearing the soft hum of the shower unit he sighed, softly, knowing where his bed partner had disappeared. The events of last night were fresh in his mind, and traces of said events still on his belly. The scent of Spock and sex lingered in the bed.
Gold & Silver - Deanna Gray
The lift doors slid open and James Kirk stepped out. He stood for a moment just outside the turbo, taking in the atmosphere of his bridge, breathing deeply of the recycled air. This was exactly where he wanted to be: on his ship; his bridge. He began his ritual morning survey, eyes first zeroing in on the science station. The Vulcan was already at his post, as he always was. There was something about seeing the slim, dark form first that brought a sense of calm reassurance to the start of a new day that might bring unknown dangers. It wasn't mere routine; it was security and familiarity. He watched Spock at his console, elegant fingers gently moving over buttons and switches, almost caressing them.
He smiled inwardly at the thought, his gaze circling around the bridge
Covers- CLM - I. M. Mueller
