This story is based on the movie titles from chapter four of Vulcan Hunters. I thought they deserved their own stories, so yeah.
Just a note, these haven't been beta'd so all mistakes are mine and mine alone. If you find any, let me know and I'll do my best to change it as quickly as possible.
o.O.o
Spock was a very logical being. He tended to support the logical side of an argument, except when it came to his girlfriend Zia Abbott. With her, he thought emotionally. He also supported her decisions, except for now.
He didn't understand the logic of a movie marathon.
Zia was in his kitchen, getting popcorn and slushies, while he reclined comfortably on the couch in his living room. He quite liked his living room. It was spacious, with one side taken up completely by windows, the other two walls patterned with geometric grey shapes on white. Photos of Old Vulcan, his family, his crew, and Zia lined the wall, and artificial plant pots sat in the corners on either side of the television. His coffee table was made entirely of glass; his couch was white, the cushions a mixture of grey and white to match the walls. The aesthetically pleasing colour-scheme was purposeful, as Spock couldn't focus if there were too many mismatching colours. He'd correctly picked the best and most logical apartment and he didn't plan on selling it. There probably wasn't a better apartment out there.
"Guess whose back?" Zia stepped off the tiles and onto the carpet, her bare feet making no imprint. She padded over and sat down next to him, handing him a huge bucket of popcorn and a slushy. Raising an eyebrow, he examined this food.
"I do not believe I have consumed this food before," he said, his voice containing only the slightest hint of curiosity.
"You've never had popcorn before?" she asked in disbelief. "You haven't lived!"
"On the contrary, I am very much alive."
"Spock, it's an expression."
"Oh. I was not aware."
"Of course you weren't."
Smiling, she leaned across and kissed him gently. When she tried to move back he pushed his food onto the table and pressed a hand to the back of her head, keeping her there. She did not object. He deepened the kiss, feeling awareness shoot through his body. Zia pulled away from his lips and tenderly kissed both his ears. He closed his eyes.
"Now, stop distracting me," she ordered. His eyes snapped open. "I know you're plotting to distract me so we don't have to have the marathon, and it's not going to work." She grabbed the television remote and turned it on, flicking through the movie list until she found the ones she wanted.
Not Without My Latinum – Five Ferengi are thrown into a dangerous game of trickery and deceit, but only the winner takes all.
Trouble With Tribbles – What begins as an ordinary day in space quickly morphs into a dire situation when a group of pesky Tribbles sneak aboard a Starship.
Ode To Space – Tulu Kalvin makes a comeback in this family flick filled with action, drama, song, and dance.
When on Risa – Two Starfleet pilots travel to Risa on shore leave, only to become suspects of the murder of a fellow crewmember.
"These movies were last month's list. I've wanted to watch them all."
Pride prevented Spock from complaining. "I will persevere if it will please you."
"It will please me," she told him, tapping his nose. "Just eat the popcorn throughout the movies and drink your slushy."
He nodded. "I do believe I can accept those terms."
"Oh, and please don't fall asleep."