A/N
What a pleasant surprise! I was able to get this finished sooner than I thought :)
Bit of a mixed chapter here, p0rn warning, but also very cutesy. The two budding couples are at like... complete odds with eachother, and I'm loving it!
I've noticed a lot of you guys are asking for more Jim and Spock... there's a little in this chapter, and there will be a LOT more coming up (if you catch my drift *wink wink*) but yeah, bare with me, I'm trying to sort out all the kids first, we'll get to them I promise!
Chapter Ten
Spock was silent, peering through the darkness at the huddled form beside him.
Jim's breathing was slow and controlled, but not deep enough for him to be asleep. He was tense, his shoulder in front of Spock's face holding his arm stiffly at his side.
"I know that you are not asleep, Jim," he said quietly and Jim sighed, rolling onto his back.
The small sliver of light sneaking into the room through a gap in the blinds was falling just across Jim's face, allowing Spock to see his eyes clearly in the gloom.
"I can't stop worrying about them both," Jim whispered.
Spock inched closer and wrapped one arm around Jim's naked torso.
"Stop worrying."
Jim sighed and squeezed his eyes closed.
"I can't. Because every time I think about it… I think about… you," Jim said, the last word slipping from his lips and feeling like a punch right to Spock's stomach.
His own behaviour during his previous Pon Farr's had been wholly unacceptable. He'd seen the damage he'd caused to Jim, and though it was never anything life threatening, he'd broken a few ribs and left him battered and badly shaken.
"It is possible Christopher will not behave in the same way that I-"
"Spock don't. He's bad enough when he isn't in Pon Farr. David is in serious trouble. I feel responsible, you know? I tried to raise him… the most human way I could, I was hoping somehow it wouldn't happen to them and-"
Spock brought one finger to Jim's lips and placed it there softly, stopping him from speaking.
"It is genetically programmed into every Vulcan, every part-Vulcan. You could not have stopped it. You could not have removed it from him, no matter how he was raised. This is not your fault, although I am convinced you are determined to blame yourself as you do not wish to blame Christopher," Spock said and Jim frowned, pulling Spock's hand away from his lips.
"It isn't Chris' fault either," Jim protested.
"No. It is not. There is nowhere for any blame to be placed, James. You must simply accept what is happening and we will deal with all of the consequences afterwards. Be thankful that David has chosen to save Christopher's life," Spock pointed out and Jim nodded, leaning into his husband and wrapping an arm around him in return.
They were silent for a long few moments.
"I worry about David, I worry about getting him back to Bones and Carol in one piece," Jim mumbled eventually.
"I am quite certain that David McCoy can take care of himself," Spock said, placing a small kiss on Jim's forehead.
David's eyes snapped open and he looked around quickly.
He'd been asleep no longer than thirty minutes, but was all of a sudden incredibly alert and awake, his stomach protesting loudly about how neglected it was feeling. His eyes locked onto the naked form beside him, laying on his stomach and fast asleep, breathing slow and deep, his back rising and falling with each inhale and exhale.
David's stomach growled again and he decided to chance running to the kitchen to try and find something to eat, and getting some more water too.
He carefully began trying to extricate himself from the tangle of limbs and blankets, wincing as he did so as pain crept up his spine. Christopher had been anything but gentle with him though he had managed to fortunately persuade the Vulcan to prepare him at least a little bit, and though he knew he wasn't badly hurt, he was sore all the same.
Finally reaching a standing position he crept from the room, reaching the kitchen and snatching up a plastic tumbler, filling it with cold water and drinking it all down in one go before re-filling it and drinking the entire thing again. He filled the tumbler a third time and set it aside before looking for some food.
The cupboards and fridge were bare, but the replicator unit had protein in it, so David quickly set it to make him four slices of toast with butter and strawberry jam. He knew it wasn't ideal, but it was quick and easy to eat, and sugary enough to give him some energy.
He listened carefully for any sound coming from the bedroom as he wolfed down the toast, standing naked in his friends kitchen as the pinkish sunrise glow seeped into the room, clear finger-shaped bruises sitting on his hips.
He heard Christopher shuffling around and quickly snatched up the plastic cup of water, heading back into the bedroom.
Chris was sitting on the edge of the bed, dark eyes fixed on him.
"I brought you this," David said, holding out the final piece of toast. Christopher didn't even look at it, his eyes remained fixed on David's.
"I know you're busy being an asshole right now, but you still need to eat something."
David pushed the piece of bread towards his friends face and he looked down at it, opening his mouth slightly and allowing David to shove it between his lips. Chris took a small bite and chewed, swallowing a few seconds later.
"Good, food is good," David said clearly. Christopher looked at him like he didn't understand a word he was saying. David offered him another bite but Chris' mouth stayed firmly closed this time.
"You're not hungry huh? Well you must be thirsty by now. Have some water Christopher," he said, holding out the tumbler. Chris looked at it and then up at David, eyes darkening and body tensing as if he were about to pounce.
"No no! Not yet. You need water first, or you'll get dehydrated. Look, drink," David ordered, grabbing Chris' head in one hand and bringing he cup to his lips with the other hand. He pressed it to his lips and tilted it upwards, water trickling down his chin when he didn't open up.
"Come on you big, pointy-eared idiot," David muttered, giving the back of Chris' head a persuasive squeeze. He opened his mouth slightly and David managed to get him to drink around a third of the water before he roughly jolted his head away, sending the water flying.
"Better than nothing I guess," David muttered, setting down the empty cup on the side and allowing Christopher to grab him by the thighs and throw him back down onto the bed. He turned onto his back immediately.
"Behave," David said in a warning tone as Christopher hovered over him, hot breath ticking just below his ear.
He bit down hard on his neck and David lashed out, punching him in the ribs and startling him, causing Christopher's eyes to narrow dangerously.
"Be nice," David warned and Chris seemed to relax slightly, one hand trailing up his chest but then causing David to tense as it settled on his throat.
"Get your hands off me you-" David fell silent as Christopher's hand continued to trail upwards, settling on his face, his fingers spreading apart and settling at his PSI points.
David barely had a second to grasp what was happening before Christopher was inside his mind.
"But why?!"
"Because Emily, it isn't safe! They're identical god-damn it! Who's to say he isn't going through the same thing? Who's to say he won't just grab you the second you get anywhere near him?!"
"Shut up Dad, you have no idea!" Emily yelled, storming out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.
"Don't you speak to me like that young l-"
"I'LL SPEAK TO YOU HOWEVER I FUCKING WANT TO SPEAK TO YOU!" she roared, she could feel her face turning red, her fists shaking with anger.
Her father fell silent, staring up at her.
"Go to your room. And stay there. Don't you dare contact Leo," he said in a low voice and she shook her head, eyes filling with tears as she hurried into her room, locking the door behind herself as she began to cry.
Bones stormed back into the kitchen, his fist making contact with the wall hard enough for him to swear under his breath.
"Honey, calm down, take a deep breath and-"
"Don't. Don't tell me to calm down! I don't know how you can be so relaxed when our son is off being used as a… a fucking human sex toy to that out of control, pointy-eared-"
"Leonard." Carol interrupted him firmly and he stopped ranting, taking a deep breath and looking at her. She was perfectly calm sitting at the kitchen table, eyes locked on him.
"Sit down," she said gently and he nodded, hands trembling as he pulled out a chair and lowered himself into it.
"I know. I'm worried too. But I'm sure David will be fine, he can stick up for himself, we both know that, he's a tough cookie, Len," she said, putting one hand over his and squeezing lightly.
"Tough or not, I saw Jim when Spock was done with him and it weren't pretty," he mumbled and Carol shook her head.
"But he's only half Spock. He's more human, both of those twins are more human and you know it, just because they have pointed ears and copper-based blood, you know how human they are deep down," she soothed and he nodded.
"I know. I just… the size of him… if he turned nasty… there's no way David'd be able to fight back… the kids like a fuckin' wall of muscle," he said and Carol sighed.
"Yeah, sure, he is, but that doesn't mean anything. Deep down he's still Jim's son, Jim and Spock did a good job on those kids and they spent a lot of time around us too. I'm sure he'll be in control at least to some degree," she said, blue eyes firmly on Leonard's hazel ones. He blinked hard and nodded.
"I'm sorry, I just-"
"No. It's fine. I'm worried too, but there's nothing we can do, so try not to let it get the better of you. I'll go and talk to Emily," she said, going to stand up.
Leonard grabbed her arm gently to stop her.
"Don't. Just leave her simmer down for a while. She's like me when she's mad," he said with a small chuckle.
"Alright," Carol agreed, leaning down to place a tender kiss on her husband's lips.
Emily paced her room. Occasionally she'd mutter curses under her breath, or glance at her communicator that seemed to just be daring her to defy her father and call Leo.
As it started to ring she practically leapt across the room to answer it.
"H-hello?" she whispered.
"Emily? Why are you whispering?" Seren asked.
"Oh. Hey Ser. No reason. Just… uh… was in character, you know, that play I'm doing, I kind of forgot for a second," she lied quickly. Seren was silent for a moment as if assessing her answer before she responded.
"I cannot understand how one person can pretend to be another… the idea just… confuses me," she said finally.
"It's just a bit of fun," Emily shrugged.
"I see."
Emily had sometimes wondered if Seren knew the concept of the word 'fun'. Sure, she'd go out and participate in family activities whenever Jim had arranged them when they were all kids, but then she got so into studying that she never seemed to do much else.
"I wanted to ask if you were doing anything? I need to go shopping and thought maybe you'd like to join me," she asked, somewhat awkwardly.
Emily was taken aback by the suggestion. Her and Seren had been friends growing up, but had barely spoken in the time she was away, and she wondered why all of a sudden she was asking to hangout.
"Uh… yeah, sure, when did you want to go, now?" she asked.
"That would be acceptable," Seren responded and Emily chuckled.
"You're so Spockish when you say things like that."
"I do not believe 'Spockish' is a real adjective."
"Yeah it is… me and Leo say it all the time to describe things…" Emily trailed off. Just mentioning Leo was making her sad.
"I see. When should I pick you up?"
"Whenever, I'm not doing anything," Emily said and the girls quickly arranged to go out in half an hour.
Thirty minutes flew by quickly and Emily bounded down the stairs and out of the house in one smooth movement, avoiding the kitchen where her father was no doubt still smouldering away.
The sleek, silver car hovering outside was so very inviting as the brisk October air ruffled Emily's blonde hair, nipping at her fingertips and making her wish she'd worn gloves.
"Hey, it's so cold today!" she said as she clambered into the passenger seat and pulled on her seatbelt.
"I am aware," she smiled, hinting at the woollen scarf around her neck. Judging by how much of a mess it was, Emily guessed it was one that Winona had knitted by hand.
"How are you?" Emily asked as they began to drive.
"I am well. How are you? Adjusting well to life at home?"
Emily shifted a little in the seat, reaching to turn on the radio.
"I'm alright. Life is pretty quiet… I guess. Besides arguing with my Dad at every possible moment. What's happening with Chris and David is pretty wild, huh?"
Seren raised an eyebrow.
"Wild is one way of describing it."
"Hey, if we're going to talk about my brother fucking your brother, I'm going to need chocolate first," piped up a voice from the back seat and Emily turned around, her face breaking into a grin as she saw Leo hiding back there, laying awkwardly across the seats curled into a ball.
"You enormous goofball!" she chuckled, reaching back and shoving him playfully.
"Well hello to you too! I'll have you know I'm risking my life by being here. Your dad threatened me with disembowelment if he catches me anywhere near you," he smirked and Emily rolled her eyes.
"He's such a drama queen."
"Well, he sounded serious, and I don't want to be cut up into chunks and fed to hungry tribbles so let's keep this quiet, shall we?" he said, sinking back down in the seat so he was invisible from the outside of the car. Emily laughed at him making a fool of himself and turned back to Seren.
"So you didn't really want to go shopping? You did all this just so we could hangout?" she asked and Seren hesitated, Leo diving in to answer before she could.
"No no, she needs to go shopping, but so do I. It's Scotty's annual Halloween party next weekend and neither of us have costumes! I'm in charge of getting Christopher's too, seeing as he's temporarily uh… incapacitated," he trailed off.
"I hadn't even thought about Halloween," Emily sighed but then grinned as she remembered the pictures she had seen from the previous years party.
"Is Jim dressing up again this year? I saw the pictures from before, that was hilarious!" Emily giggled and Seren allowed herself a small laugh.
"No. He's not. Not with Spock here, he'll be on his best behaviour."
"I still don't believe he did that," Emily chuckled, shaking her head.
"I can't wait to see the pictures of it," Leo grinned.
"I still can't believe your dad didn't kill him!" he added and Emily grinned.
"From what I heard he was pretty close to it. Everyone else found it funny, I mean, even my mom found it hilarious that Jim dressed up as her, she wasn't offended at all, she even asked him how he keeps in such good shape to fit into the blue dress so well."
Leo snorted.
"Jim doesn't eat anything. That's how he stays so skinny. He eats more though, now Spock's home," he said and Seren nodded. She'd also noticed this about her father. He was always busy, always preoccupied and often missing meals. Something about Spock being there seemed to help him remember to take better care of himself.
"They seem to be getting along better, like a lot better from what I hear around the house," Leo said and Seren nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah. They're really sweet at the moment. It's quite nice to see them like this, I was really worried Jim was going to throw him out for being away so long and acting like he didn't care about it."
"He's too Vulcan for his own good."
"Yeah. Sometimes. But anyway, Jim's got him back to being his old self again, it's like I remember him from when he were kids," Seren smiled.
Emily relaxed into her seat, just listening to the exchange between brother and sister. She jumped slightly when she felt a hand cover hers where it was hanging down the side of the seat. Blushing slightly, she smiled at Leo as he continued talking to his sister, though his eyes were firmly on her, his fingers softly touching hers and making it hard to concentrate.
"You see anything yet then?" Seren asked as they finally arrived at the large shopping complex on the outskirts of the city.
"No I don't think so. It's all the same, dark, boring, y'know, same shit different day," he said and Seren rolled her eyes.
"Be patient."
"Yeah, yeah, I am," he said with a small smile. Emily could see the doubt on his face.
"Hmm, holding hands, what would Bones have to say about this," Seren teased as she noticed their hands touching. Leo didn't move his hand away and shrugged.
"Don't care. Are we here?" he asked, feeling the car had stopped moving.
"Yeah. We are. What do you need for your super-secret costume then?" Emily asked curiously and he smirked.
"Black hair dye, that washes out," he said and Seren pulled a face.
"You're dying your hair? That seems a little extreme for a costume for one night."
"Not me. Christopher is dying his hair. Mine is staying the same, because apparently it's 'just right'," he said and Emily gave Seren a quizzical look as they all climbed out of the car.
"What are you two plotting?"
"That's for us to know and you to find out. Anyway. Let's get this over with, I hate shopping almost as much as I hate the person who decided putting trees in the middle of sidewalks was a good idea," Leo grumbled and Emily smiled, walking close enough to him that their shoulders touched. She knew he was grateful for it, as it meant she could lead him the right way discreetly without him having to walk behind her with his hand on her shoulder.
"Can I… hold your hand again? I kind of liked it," he mumbled awkwardly and she smiled.
"Yeah sure, I kind of liked it too," she said, lowering her hand and taking his, meshing their fingers together and causing Seren to laugh out loud as Leo blushed green right up to the very tips of his ears.
"What? What's funny?" Emily asked and Leo shook his head.
"You two, making out in public," Seren smirked and Emily glanced down at their hands before remembering.
"I forgot. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" she stammered, quickly repositioning their hands so they were palm to palm without their fingers interlocked, just lightly holding on.
"It's ok, I'm not complaining," he smirked and she shoved him, making him laugh.
"You're terrible."
"You're overdue," Jim said suddenly as he and Spock sat quietly in their living room.
Spock knew exactly what he was talking about.
"I am aware of this fact," he said and Jim looked at him carefully.
"Any idea on… when?" Jim asked and Spock shook his head slightly.
"None. I have felt no symptoms of the onset, yet."
"Just make sure you let me know," Jim said and Spock nodded.
"I will be sure to."
Jim sighed and ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the clock again.
"It's been over twenty-four hours. How do you think David is holding up now?" he asked.
"I am quite certain he will find a way to get through it, T'hy'la. It is important after this that Christopher learns to centre his mind, the fact he has never done so could be one explanation for the premature onset of his Pon Farr."
"Yeah. I guess so. But I mean I don't know when the last time Leo meditated was, he's been so busy with… everything."
Spock leant across and took Jim's hand.
"Everything will work out eventually, ashayam, do not allow your thoughts to be troubled." Jim smiled as Spock placed a small kiss on his forehead.
"I can't seem to clear my head at the moment, everything is just… I don't know. It's all been so crazy since you've come home," he sighed.
Chris. Stop. I don't like it when you bite.
The teeth attacking his neck didn't stop, no matter how much David silently begged them to. Hands gripping his wrists pinning them firmly to the bed on either side of his head, rendering his hands useless.
"Stop it," David mumbled, finally verbalising his discomfort.
He could still feel traces of Chris inside his mind, though the meld had been broken, and he was uncomfortable.
His entire body was burning as he tried to fight off the hybrid sprawled on top of him.
David wrapped his legs around Chris' waist and heaved with all his might, managing to flip them so he was on top. He noticed a small rattling sound from the bedpost and glanced up, noticing something silver and circular wrapped around the post and disappearing below the mattress.
Christopher had gone still, staring up at him hungrily, seeming to have accepted his display of dominance and gone into submissive mode again.
David felt at the fresh wound on his neck, removing his hand to find sticky red blood staining his fingertips.
"This is bullshit Chris, you're making me bleed," he sighed as he lunged for whatever the object was on the bedpost.
"You kinky son of a bitch!"
Handcuffs. Real, Starfleet handcuffs.
"You… oh my god, you sexual predator," David shook his head, but then smirked as a rush of heat washed over him.
"Won't be able to fight me so well with one hand, will you huh pointy?" he taunted, lowering his mouth to Christopher's and kissing him roughly, enough to distract him as he slowly dragged his wrist within range of the cuff.
Finally getting it close enough he snapped it closed and smiled triumphantly into the kiss. At least now he stood half a chance if Chris turned particularly nasty.
David. I need-
"Oh holy shit, you're in my head… but you're not in my head…" David gasped, breaking the kiss immediately as Chris' voice echoed in his mind.
Dark eyes pleaded with him as he stared down at the man below him, his entire body tensing as a wave of lust like nothing he'd ever before experienced crashed over him.
"Mine," David muttered, scrambling for the bottle of lube and grabbing one of Chris' legs, forcing it up and over his shoulder.
Christopher whined as two fingers were pressed into him quickly, maybe too quickly, David couldn't explain the sudden sense of desperation and urgency that had overcome him.
"Sorry… I… I don't know what's wrong with me, I just…" David trailed off, becoming entirely too distracted by every molecule of his body telling him to fuck to continue to form coherent thought.
Lips clashed in messy kisses as the fire raging between them burned out of control.
"Oh my god, are you contagious or something?" David muttered, his heart pounding in his chest and sweat beading on his body.
Contagious in a way. Our minds are… joining, a little, enough for the fever to spread, but I can't do it properly, I don't know how.
"That how I can hear you even though you're too wound up to talk?" David asked, removing his fingers and adding more lube before plunging them back into the impossible heat, making Christopher writhe and let out a low moan.
Yeah. I'm just projecting it right at you. And a little to the left would be great.
"Feel like I'm talking to myself a little bit." David deliberately moved his fingers further to the right.
Well… could you hurry up? You're not going to hurt me, I'm ready.
That being all the encouragement David needed, he removed his fingers entirely and lined up, maintaining his eye-contact with Christopher as he entered, drawing gasps from them both.
You're better in bed than I thought you'd be, I mean I'd give you maybe a six out of ten?
"You need to shut up," David said through gritted teeth as he bottomed out, keeping still for a second.
Not impressed you've got me tied up with my own handcuffs though, I mean that's totally unfa-
The thoughts stopped coming as David pulled out a few inches and roughly thrust forward.
"Shut. Up."
Gripping any part of Chris' body he could get a firm hold of, David set a hard and steady pace, the Vulcan's hips rising insistently to meet his every movement.
Sweat rolled down David's chest, blood rushed in his ears, fire burned in his mind.
Mine. Fuck. Claim. Take. Mine.
Christopher whimpered and nodded before speaking his first coherent word in over thirty hours.
"Y-yours."
David bit his lip so hard he could taste blood as he struggled to maintain the pace. His body was tired, but the fever urged him on, faster, harder, more.
I need to…
Christopher struggled to raise his hand to David's face. He knew he had to do something to complete the unfinished bond, or the fever would kill him and possibly even David. He pressed his hand to David's face, focusing hard on connecting their minds.
Stop.
David groaned and stopped moving, sprawled on top of Christopher and panting for breath.
I'm going to try and… get this thing finished. It'll be like me offering you a rope inside your mind. You need to just take it and hold onto it until I say, alright?
David pushed his sweaty hair back off his forehead and nodded weakly against Chris' shoulder.
Screwing his eyes tightly closed Christopher focused hard on finding secure locations inside of David's mind to tether their bond to. Strong memories they had made together, emotional moments, moments of friendship, moments of trust.
David was startled as he felt a strange warmth inside his mind.
That. Reach for it, go to it, do whatever feels like it'll keep it there.
David focused hard on the area the feeling was coming from, the feeling beginning to spread.
Good. More.
"Can't."
You need to. Just a little bit further.
David took a deep breath, delving further into the thoughts that didn't belong to him. Memories that he had of his own, but seen from the other set of eyes, conversations heard from the other set of ears.
Is this right? David asked inside his mind and Chris' hand moved from his face at last, moving to the back of his neck, thumb tracing the skin lightly.
That's perfect.
It felt like a click as everything fell into place. David closed his eyes as an overwhelming rush of information entered his mind all at once. Memories and thoughts and dreams that didn't belong to him, all being exchanged for his own which were being shared with his new bondmate. His body burned. He didn't know when he started moving again.
He was aware of his eyes still being closed, Christopher's lips against his, moaning, panting, pleasure spreading through his veins feeling like cool water relieving burned skin.
T'hy'la. Kashkau, wuhkuh eh teretuhr. Estuhn wi ri estuhn; k'wuhli wi ri k'wuhli.
David whimpered against Christopher's lips as his body tensed, movements becoming erratic as he reached the dizzying peak of the most intense climax he had ever experienced.
"David," Christopher managed out as he peaked simultaneously, cock straining as he struggled to ejaculate barely a few drops, gasping in pleasure all the while.
Chests heaving they lay together, hearts pounding, bodies in sync as their new bond fluttered to life.
I don't think I can move.
Christopher opened his eyes slowly, his free hand tangling in David's sweaty hair as he pressed a kiss to the side of his head.
"I don't think I mind too much."
"You're such as asshole!" Emily giggled as Leo pulled a face.
"Come on, it's not like you can see to get awkward about it!" she argued and he stood his ground firmly.
"I'm not going in a girls underwear shop with you. It's bad enough you've dragged me around this place for hours already, but no. I draw the line at underwear shopping," he said stubbornly.
"You're such a butt."
"I know you are but what am I?" he teased and she sighed, crossing her arms.
"Seren, tell your brother to stop being such a baby," she said and Seren raised an eyebrow.
"I don't think I should get involved."
"Fine," Emily sighed, grabbing Leo's arm and starting to drag him along again, away from the store in question.
"Yay! Are we done now?" he asked with a smirk and she frowned.
"I thought you wanted to hang out? That was why you broke me out of jail, right?" she asked and he chuckled.
"Yeah. But… I'm kind of tired," he mumbled.
"You're always tired. Hey, Seren, could you maybe check him over or something? He's always tired," she asked and Seren gave a small nod.
"Yeah. I can take a look at him for you. I need to get one more thing, can I meet you at the car shortly?" she asked, looking in the opposite direction to the exit. Emily nodded.
Seren had spent all day feeling like an awkward third wheel as Emily and Leo flirted outrageously. She couldn't wait to get away from them, as sweet as they were together, as it only reminded her of how much was riding on Leo's surgery being successful.
"Sure. I'll get crybaby here a cinnamon sugar pretzel for being so well behaved and we'll meet you there," she said and Leo grinned.
"I'm not allowed cinnamon sugar, makes me do strange things," he smirked and Seren nodded.
"Maybe another selection of flavour would be advisable, he does tend to have an adverse reaction to cinnamon."
"Why? What happens?" Emily giggled and Leo shook his head.
"You'll see."
Seren parted ways with Emily and Leo, the pair walking back towards the food-court and the promise of sugary-snacks.
"Why did you need black hair dye?"
"Not telling."
"Why shouldn't you eat cinnamon sugar?"
"Because I get really hyperactive," he confessed and Emily grinned.
"Oh we are so testing this theory!"
Emily ate the first half of the pretzel before handing it over to Leo who put it in his mouth before retracting it.
"You've already bitten this!" he protested.
"Uh... yeah, so? I thought we were sharing?"
"Ew. Gross. It's got girl-germs all over it," he pouted and she rolled her eyes, smirking to herself as she saw him beginning to blush.
She couldn't help herself and leaned across the table, placing a light kiss on his cheek.
"Here. Have some more girl germs."
He froze and his eyes locked onto her face, one hand reaching out and cupping the side of her face, thumb lightly caressing her cheekbone in a way that made every hair on the back of her neck stand up. She stared into his eyes, so excited for the day he'd be staring back and actually seeing.
He inched slightly closer and her heart fluttered.
He's going to kiss me.
She moved towards him, the gap between their lips evaporating quickly.
Oh my god.
Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard it felt like it might explode, palms sweaty, mouth suddenly bone dry.
His lips awkwardly made contact with her cheek and she smiled as he pulled away and frowned.
"I missed," he sighed and she smiled, one of her own hands settling on the side of his face.
"That's ok, practice makes perfect," she said softly, leaning in and pressing her lips to his gently, pulling back after a few seconds and grinning as she looked at him.
His eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, expression on his face somewhere between complete wonderment and entirely lost.
"I uh… I guess you have better aim than me," he shifted awkwardly in his seat.
"For now Captain Kirk, for now," she smiled, taking his hand off her face and giving it an encouraging squeeze.
"Don't call me that, ever," he said, pulling a face.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because… well… I heard some stuff coming from Jim and Spock's bedroom that I really didn't need to hear, and now the words 'Captain' and 'Commander' are forever tainted," he chuckled and it was her turn to grimace.
"Gross."
"Yeah. Pretty gross."
She laughed.
"That's… wow… that's a pretty traumatising thought right there."
"Yes. Yes it is. On the plus side, it's taken care of the awkward boner I was worrying about hiding on the way out, but I guess every cloud has a silver lining!" he said cheerfully as he got up out of the chair, taking a large bite out of the pretzel he was still holding in his left hand.
Emily's jaw dropped.
It was a good few seconds before she started laughing hard.
"You're terrible!"
"Yeah, probably, what are you gonna do about it?" he smirked and she shook her head as she grinned, the smile staying on her face the whole way home. Not even the thought of her daddy finding out she'd been out with Leo was enough to make her unhappy as they quietly held hands in the car, him sitting in the back and her up front with her hand dangling between the seats.
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