A Matter of Fantasy
A Drabble-and-a-Half
Author: sunny-historian
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Pairing: K/S (that is, slash!)
Warning: Slash and hints of kinkiness...
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Jim and Spock belong to Paramount, poor dears.
"Jim!"
Jim looked guiltily up from his computer viewscreen and sheepishly tried to hide the window. But Spock, tightly imprisoning his wrist, was quicker and swiftly read what Jim had been writing.
"The rogue Vulcan ripped off his black robe, revealing long, straggling coal-black hair framing a sallow face where two desperate, opaque black eyes burned -"
"Jim, you have used the word 'black' three times in two lines. Quite apart from the logical impossibilities such as eyes both opaque and desperate, your style is terrible. If you intend to propagate such rubbish, which I consider exceedingly unwise, I would advise that the rubbish were better written. However, I can see neither the logic nor the appeal of allowing one's private fantasies to be read by one's colleagues and -"
His words were cut off by Jim's kiss.
"In that case, my wicked Vulcan, you'd better make damn sure they come true."