AN: Hello. This is my first try at anything Star Trek related. Dedicated to the wonderfully lovely girturtle.
Oh, and I think the title is like, a movie or something, I don't know...but it fit. So I used it. Deal. lol.
Enjoy!
"Jim?"
"Yes, Spock?"
"I do not believe this position is conducive to the problem at hand."
"I do not believe there are any hands involved, unfortunately."
"Your unabashed sexual drive astounds me."
"Someone's got to have a sexual drive in this relationship."
"As you well know, I have a perfectly functional sex drive when the moment calls for it. This, however, would not be that time."
"Spock. We're alone, in the dark, in the lonely reaches of space. What better time could there be?"
"A time when we are alone in a dark room on purpose, and there is no danger of being discovered. Now please, do remove yourself from me."
"But—but—but I'm afraid of the dark! It's full of scary things—like bats, and disease, and…and…and Bones! Don't believe a word he says about the dark! He loves it! He thrives in it! He uses it to his advantage!"
"Be that as it may, at least one of us must attempt to ascertain why the lights have mysteriously turned off, in order to turn them back on. Your being attached to me is encumbering rather than facilitating. Now, I repeat, remove yourself from me, Captain."
"Ooh, I love it when you call me Captain."
"Jim! My ear is not a receptacle for your tongue! And do not put your hand there!"
"You know you like it."
"Be that as it may—"
"Spock! Shuddup already!"
::kissing noises, a grunt or two::
"Now really, Captain, I repeat, this is neither the time nor the place—"
"Wait. What's that red light over there?"
"…I do believe it is the emergency intercom."
"Well…shit. So much for secrecy, eh?"
"Indeed."
