Star Trek

Strength and agility far superior to what he should have had.He is nimble and graceful, and his moves are so neat and dazzling that he attacks and defends, pushes in and dodges, his long sword flutters up and down, rustling, his movements almost seem to be dancing, so beautiful that it is indescribably weird: fencing should be A duel between fighters, but Jim...

Jim approached me, the cold light from the sword wall pierced the air, if my hearing was a little more sensitive, I would be able to catch the sound of the blade trembling.His black robe lifted a corner with the movement, flashing silver light suddenly.

I suddenly understood.

King Herod's birthday party, seven layers of tulle, dancing.

That is not a dance, but a sacrifice to the dead and the living.

The moonlight is bright and clear, and the sun is fine.

Salome, what do you hate?

When he approached, I couldn't dodge, and the sword in my hand was subconsciously thrown aside, and fell to the ground at the same time as his helmet.His blond hair was already wet with sweat, he was panting heavily, his cheeks were seductively red, and his blue eyes looked straight at him, surprisingly bright.

"Spock."

He called my name nonchalantly, briskly and flatly, as if he greeted me by chance during a meal, instead of being in the middle of such a grand ceremony where countless people are watching our every move.

"Spock."

He called again, this time even with a smile.His smile always fascinates me.

In full view, he suddenly hugged me.

The moment the dagger plunged into my abdomen, I didn't dodge or struggle, or even blink.And he blinked, a spurt of blood splattering his eyelashes, where I had kissed reverently.

With a clang, the silver cold weapon fell to the ground.

I felt his panic, his hands trembling, and the bewilderment in his thoughts was transmitted to me through the shining link.Maybe he didn't really want to kill me, or didn't expect me not to dodge his attack.

Even if he knows that my heart is located in the waist and abdomen.He had slept there, listening to its beating rhythm.

I smiled at him, a smile I didn't even know I could have before.I feel blood rushing up my throat, choking my breath.

I said to him, You are right, the mystery of love is stronger than death.

I said, and the facts proved me right, that you were the real Salome.

The cold and sharp blade pierced my subcostal muscles and diaphragm, only a few millimeters away from the beating heart, and it should have been seriously injured.The blood loss was worse than I thought, and consciousness faded faster than that.I can't even focus my eyes well when the whole hall is commotion.

But I can't, I need to watch Jim.I'm going to keep watching him until I can't.

Apparently my physiology wasn't that supportive of me doing that.I was getting closer to coma or death step by step, my knees were shaking, my legs were weak, they finally couldn't support my weight and I fell down - Jim caught me, and my vision was beginning to blur , but I know it is him, no one else has such warm and strong hands.

The background sound is boiling, the adrenaline is fading, the pain is rising, and I am disintegrating and disillusioned.I feel the warm fluid dripping down my cheeks, human tears so wonderful they are salty.I'm in Jim's arms, the pain receding like a tide again, numbness and heaviness overwhelming me.Before I fell into the endless darkness, my lips were suddenly covered with a layer of warm touch, moist and soft, with a faint taste of rust.

I waited for Jim's kiss.

Of course, I have dreamed of such a scene in the unspoken emotional desires in my heart, and I have described the scene of its arrival in my fantasy thousands of times, but at this moment it has become eternity.I know that doesn't mean he loves me, but I also know that I love him.

I surrender to him the whole and only erotic life and death of my life. He is my Salome, the source of all evils, and my end.

At the last moment, I saw the spreading lines of the blood I splashed on his clothes, the smell of copper slowly flowing and fading in the air, and they were like totems or climbing vines, blooming a large dark image A cluster of flowers among thorns bloomed on his left chest.

I think I am too familiar with and understand the structure of the human body, to the point where it feels dull at the moment.The affiliation of that place has been sending him a steady stream of bright red and hot life. It is now integrated into my blood and blood, and it used to dance happily in the palm of my hand and under my ears, flowing endlessly and endlessly.

--heart.

Have

Ih□□ekissedthymouth, iokanaan

Ih□□ekissedthymouth

There was a bitter taste of blood

Butperchanceitwasthetasteoflove

theysaythatlovehathabittertaste

but what matter what matter

Ih□□ekissedthymouth,iokannan

Ih□□ekissedthymouth

(Finish)

60.【Spirk】Salvatore

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In the summer they went to Cove Cove for vacation.

A small island of an M-class terrestrial planet in the β region of the Bojiang Galaxy, the name is complicated and awkward with a long string of strange letters. In the end, only the harbor was remembered.It is too small and inconspicuous, it is definitely not a resort, and it can't even support the word "famous".There is no wind, no waves, no surprises, just a quiet and green bay, which seems a bit too plain compared to the previous choice of landing holidays.

But for Kirk, that's the closest thing to heaven.

It is too unknown, there is no direct passenger ship to the earth, and it seems too much trouble to borrow a shuttle, so Kirk decided to ask his old friend to use his brain - "It's called taking a shortcut, Scotty" - directly to the two The individual is sent up together with the luggage.Every teleportation location seems to be a bit unsatisfactory. This time he and the first officer landed in the tropical jungle next to the reserved hotel. The Vulcan held the suitcase in time and gracefully to prevent it from being so heroic; It was more unlucky, and almost fell into the mud—fortunately, the former grabbed his arm, and he was able to stabilize his center of gravity and step on the solid ground again.

"Watch the way, Jim."

His first mate said so softly when he got out of Spock's arms and regained his footing.The tone is normal, but he swears Spock is trying to hold back a laugh.

"Hey, that's not funny at all." Kirk shook a warning finger, picked up the suitcase and strode out of the bushes without looking back.

It's certainly not the first time they've been back.According to Spock's calculations, they visited this warm yellow land 13.43 months ago, when the Enterprise was 3.07 light-years away, after an exhausting battle, and Kirk suffered badly. His injuries: a missing tooth, three cracked ribs, a bloodshot left eye and, worst of all, a leg that nearly required amputation below the knee. McCoy was very angry (although he is always angry, but the anger will be at its peak when Kirk is injured), and used his position as CMO to make a decision (good use of power) to suspend the captain, and put Kirk and Spock in the nearest and the other crew members also got a small five-day vacation-of course, the two top generals were not allowed to be disturbed.in various senses.

Perhaps this is called a blessing in disguise.

One night Kirk threw himself into the steaming hot tub, thinking so drowsily alone.He never seems to feel pain when he has physical conflicts with others, as if whenever he fights, the tactile nerves automatically and consciously shut off the pain for him; this is why he has been beaten up in the street since he was young. Injured but still getting more frustrated and courageous.

/Your situation does not apply to commendatory words. / On the other end of the link he doesn't close Spock evaluates disapprovingly, / Most of your "fights" are pointless and entirely avoidable. /

/Where are you?I almost fell asleep. /Kirk yawns and sits up straighter, fearing he's going to slide all over the tub any second later.

/ Prepare your supper, ashayam. /Spock replies, /Wait a minute, I'll be done in 3.4 minutes. /

/ Do you want to take a shower together? / he asked in distress.

Spock doesn't answer right away, but their link spreads both joy and trepidation.After a while the emotions subsided :/ Am I supposed to take this as an invitation? /

Kirk didn't answer, just flapped the water irritably and loudly, sending them all over the place.

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