Greetings All! Are thou not pleased that I am continuing thus epic tale? Ducks more rotten stuff
What is it with you people are rotten stuff?! Can't you chuck bloody reviews at me? Speaking of which, I hope you all will enjoy this chapter. I've gone outta my way to make Spock's internal monologue as IC as possible, hence the incredibly long sentences. Spock rocks like that.
Either ways, I own nothing; neither Spock nor Jim belong to me. As a matter of fact, they're too damn perfect to belong to the realm of reality, but I'll cross my fingers. ENJOY!
Oh yeah. There's a simple solution to homophobia: don't read this.
.~*Two*~.
Jim was covered in a fluid which consisted mainly of water acting as a solute to a significant quantity of chloride salts and contained trace amounts of 2-methylphenol, 4-methlyphenol and urea. It was to be assumed that his exocrine glands were producing this solution as a form of thermoregulation, which was common reflexive behavior in Terran mammals. Doctor McCoy produced a sound not unlike that of a Terran mammal of the family Suidae, commonly known as a pig, and informed me that normal (with unnatural emphasis on the word, indicating an emotion which I found myself unable to decipher) people called it sweat.
This analysis satisfied me to a degree, where in the context satisfaction is not an emotion.
However it left several things unsaid, mainly that Jim exuded an exceedingly, almost intolerable magnetism, with his well toned body covered in this fluid.
It was impossible to ignore the definition of his exposed muscles, not when it gleamed excessively and caught my eye as it did.
Not to mention, Jim's lissome, fluid motion, his broad, sure swipes and steps as he sparred with some inexperienced ensign. I was fleetingly possessive of Jim in front of the entire crowd that that gathered, despite that fact that I found their logic intact.
I made a note to ensure I engaged in thorough meditation when I was dismissed from duty, to rid myself of these unorthodox and hedonistic thoughts. They were indeed, hedonistic, and violent. I would not speak nor consider of what had occurred to me only moments afore.
His motions, as previously mentioned, were smooth, silken, edging close to seductive. More than a fight, this was a dance between two people, and oh, I desired that I could be Jim's opponent.
Oh, if Jim could touch me. Anywhere would be acceptable, even desirable. Any way, any emotion would be acceptable, be it passion and desire or loathing, but I never intended to let the situation to degrade to the latter.
But I was not naïve. I knew this was foolishness, and if anyone were to find out I would be ridiculed, and a disgrace to the Vulcans that were left.
It didn't stop me from longing.
How could I not? Jim was Golden, the colour of the sun with the strength of Apollo himself. He set the sky on fire come dawn or dusk, and shed light into the darkest corners. How could I not?
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Well? What says the reader? Different from the last one, yeah, but I don't think it's bad. I like Spock's particular brand of aimless thinking.
Either ways. YAY! REVIEW!!!
"There's a door."
"Where does it go?"
"It stays where it is, I think."
Love,
Lady Merlin
P.S. is this one better? Because I got a review telling me that the switch from first to third was jarring, so I went through this again and changed it. Dunno if it's any better, so let me know, yeah? Thanks for the comment!