--Might I Make a Request?--

In response to a kink meme on LJ. "Glasses Porn!
Spock/Kirk

Spock gets incredibly turned on when Kirk wears his glasses.
Do what you will with this anon.

(Honestly, I just want Spock coming all over Kirk's face while his glasses are one.)"

--Spock POV--

As of late the captain has taken to completeing his daily paperwork requirements immediatly after his evening meals, rather than squander the majority of his off-time hours the day before said paperwork is due. In light of his new work ethic our nightly chess games have ceased. As a Vulcan, I require less sleep than my captain, and our once nightly matches were not an incummerance to my office duties. Although I experience no emotional duress over the recent change of events, I do find the abrupt change in my nightly routine rather...unsettling. I have noticed that an average of 2.256 hours of my evenings are largely unproductive. So unproductive in fact that I have taken to rereading "Alice in Wonderland" sereral times in sucession, much like I did as a child. These last few weeks have been the first where I have had nothing to do in the time between my evening meal and meditaion time. Before my chess matches with the captain I used that time to associate myself more closely with Nyota.

Perhaps I can coerse the captain into a match tonight. I am almost entirely certain that the captain will experience a sudden mental fatigue if he does not receive adaquate rest soon. A logical arguement; the captain is of no use to his ship if he is not sufficiently rested.

After the captain and I finished out eighth game he gave me express permission to enter his quarters at any time, provided I knock beforehand. Until now i had no reason to exercise this right.

He is...working. Of course he must be, his paperwork has been entering into the database at a corrolating rate with his claimed new work schedule. But somehow, seeing his actually work is almost shocking. Almost. When he looks up from his PADD to me, I take notice of thin black-rimmed glasses. Fascinating, as I have never seen them on his person or in his room before. It is intreging that they add to the aestetics of his face rather than not. The lenses seem to make his eyes...more noticable. Logical, as lenses are used for maginifcation. Logical, of course.

"Spock, what's up?"

"Up Captain?"

"We're in my quarters, after shift, so it's Jim. And I mean, what do you want? How's it going?"

"I was wondering if I might make a request?"

"Go ahead Spock."

"If you are not too immeresed in your work I would like to play a game of chess with you. As we have not dne so in quite some-"

A smile is working it's way onto his face before I can finish. A, to quote the good doctor. 'shit-eating' one I belive. "You miss seeing me after hours Spock?" I was right to make use of Dr. McCoy's euphamism. And the slight innuendo was not as lost on me as he believes.

"I find that my nights have been largely unproductive in the absence of our nightly games." He smiles again, it seems I had no need to bring up a logical arguement. He places the PADD carefully on his bed before looking to me and removing his glasses. The loss of apperal is noteable to his features. I was certain I gave nothing away that would hint at my disapproval, but he put them back on.

"I'll keep these on, maybe it'll give me the edge I need to kick your ass." Safe it seems.

"Illogical, as your sight should not be hindered enough to derail your thinking, therefore improving the slight hinderance should not give you so large an advantage." That grin again. It seems to lift the right side of the glasses just a millimeter higher than the left.

"Pfft, you seem to think I need a large advantage to beat you." I find it would be in my best interest not to comment.

He did in fact beat me. Fascinating, I wonder if the galsses did give him an edge, or if he simply put more thought into his moves to make it seem like the glasses gave him an advantage. "I win Spock. Admit it, my glasses helped me own you at your own game."

"As I do not lie, I feel that it would be in poor taste to admit something I am uncertain of. And chess was not invented by me it was invented by--"

"No need to ruin my fun Spock."

"Indeed." We sat in amicable scilence for thirty-six point two seconds. "Can I make a request Spock."

"Certainly Captain."

"I want to ask a question."

"You may ask."

"And you won't lie about it?"

"Vulcan's do not lie Jim." He smiles at me again, but this time both cheeks raise the glasses at equal heights.

"Okay so...I want to know...Do you think my glasses make me look hot." Damn...that seems to be the appropriate word.

"I fail to see how a pair of glasses could alter my perception of your body temperature."

"No shit, Spock, come on, you know what I mean. Do you think my glasses make me look sexier than normal? Do they add to my hotness? Do they make me more aesteticlly pleasing to you?" Vulcan's do not lie, but I'm not entirely Vulcan. Perhaps I could...no, that would be the cowards way out. I shall just have to face the concequences of my actions, I already told him that I would not be deceitful.

"Your glasses do add to the beauty of your face."

"Hn." Indeed.

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