Not the original direction I had planned on going with this, but that's alright. Short but sweet for you!
Word Count: 460
You're a ghost and I'm a human and somehow we fall in love with each other AU
"Psst, Spock!" James whispers loudly, fazing into the room. Spock is sitting at his desk, diligently doing his homework as he does each night.
"Yes, James?" Spock asks not even bothering to look up from his paper. James pouts.
"Spooock." He elongates the word and plops back on Spock's bed, as ever making no dent. "Pay attention to me, won't ya? I was home alone all day."
"I have to finish my work, James. Also, my mother was home from work today so you had company." Flipping to the next page in his book he scans until he finds his answer and writes it down.
"Yeah, but…she can't see me. It makes conversation a little awkward…" James mumbles, hitting him with his best puppy eyes when Spock grants him his attention. It works, and he gets what he had been aiming for; Spock sighs, setting his pencil down and marking his page before sliding his chair back and walking the short distance to his bed.
Scooting over eagerly so that Spock can lay down beside him James gifts him with a bright smile. "We did watch TV together, though. Caught up on our soaps."
"I do not understand the fascination with those shows that you two share." Spock sighs, laying down beside him on the bed. There is always a chill around when James is near, but after the years they have been together Spock finds himself accustomed to it. Though he would never admit to it, he finds a certain comfort in the cold now. He is not looking forward to his academy days when he will not be able to feel it, or see James face, whenever he comes home.
As if he is reading his mind—something Spock would not put past him; if anyone could find a way, it would be James—said man rolls to his side and props himself on an elbow, smiling fondly down at him.
"Hey, everything will be alright, okay? We'll figure this all out before you graduate. Between the two of us, my little 'inconvenience' doesn't stand a chance." James waits for Spock's face to relax to lean in, brushing a soft, loving kiss across his lips.
"I love you, Spock. And we will figure this out. I promise."
Overcome with a rush of emotion, Spock surges up and into another kiss, pressing James into the bed. James is setting a fire while cooling him all along his front, and as it always happens when they are close, he starts to take a more solid form. As they scramble to divest each other of their clothes, Spock can't help but look to the future with overwhelmingly strong hope, and deep love.
With James by his side, they can do anything.
Please, be gentle, and let me know what you think?
