Star Trek

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"When it comes to personal safety...then the answer is, no."

"Personal safety?" Kirk wasn't too pleased. Spock and McCoy bickered all day long, but when they (rarely) came to an agreement, it was him who suffered.He is like a careless child being watched over.And McCoy pointed out that he was. "I'm going to the children's party, and I'm not going to fight. There's no danger."

"In certain circumstances, it's when younger individuals are involved that it can be difficult to keep yourself safe," Spock said, "but I don't mean that."

"Then what else can threaten the captain of the Enterprise?"

"Countless pick-ups and your never-ending attitude to flirting."

Kirk was a little unconvinced.In his brain, which was half occupied by alcohol, he recalled that an hour and a half ago, he obviously refused to get rid of an Andori beauty with great restraint.Blue beauty.She is really blue, he has only seen this kind of blue in the mirror.Not that he's proud of his eye color or anything.

"I didn't drink O'Delly's."

"So her name is O'Delly." Spock said, the night receding outside the window, the craft smooth and silent. "The lady didn't actually buy you a drink."

"Really?" the human rubbed his temples. "I can't remember. But I didn't touch her, I promise."

"Indeed. She touched you."

"Oh. Alright. Thank you for not killing her."

"...Jim, I don't know what you're misunderstanding about my race, but Vulcans don't take life lightly unless there's a very logical reason for it."

"Really?" Kirk raised his eyebrows, much like he always did, "in our relationship—initially, you used your bioweapons a lot—your death stare."

"I'm pretty sure my sight is not a biochemical weapon, and it will never cause physical harm to any race."

"But you hurt their young, fragile hearts." Kirk slumped in his seat, pitifully. "And mine, Spock. You always scare them, Medusa."

Spock didn't answer the joking address right away, but put the craft into an automatic stance.He took off his coat and put it over Kirk, and said softly, "You didn't control your alcohol intake well tonight, Ashayam, and you'll wake up tomorrow morning with a hangover and a headache."

"Really?" Kirk muttered, "Did Bones slip you a hangover shot?"

"No. But my mother sent my PADD a sober tea recipe. She's concerned about your health."

"Hmm. Okay. Your mother…" Kirk sat up with drooping eyelids, shook off Spock's coat, and stumbled, "Oh God, your mother. We're going to see her tomorrow." But I'm so drunk tonight—is your dad going to kill me? Did you get his death stare from you? No, I mean, did you get the death stare from him?"

Spock picked up the dropped jacket, shook it, and covered him again, reassuring him patiently like a child: "Reiterate, the Vulcan's sight is not physically or chemically harmful, and you don't need to worry about that. Or, Jim, you met my father."

"But I haven't seen your mother. Would your mother hate me? I mean I... I might show up tomorrow, drunk and smelly, on the carpet she just cleaned."

"First, my mother's personality can be called soft. Second, you don't get drunk and smelly, and there will be hangover tea and light wave bath after we get home. Third, the carpets are cleaned by cleaning robots, and my mother will not Do it yourself."

It wasn't until Spock finished saying that blue eyes were staring at him with slight annoyance that Kirk pulled his coat up. "Why do you pick on me when I'm drunk?" He pouted. ,"I can not understand what you say."

Spock sighed, leaning over and kissing his forehead. "Sleep, Ashayam, there'll be hangover tea waiting for you when you get home."

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"Do your parents really—don't care? I'm starting to regret drinking tonight. Is there anything I can do if I regret it?"

After Spock brought the sober tea back to the kitchen and returned to the room again, Kirk sat on the bed, half undressed, and stared at the belt and coat he had stepped on, as if wondering where they came from. Where did it come from.

Spock walked over to help him continue undressing under the clothes: "No, I assure you, my parents will be satisfied with you, as I recognized you as my link partner. Vulcans respect personal choice." The sweater fell from Kirk's cheek Rub it, leaving a tinge of still-drunk red, and Spock scrapes it lightly with the inside of his thumb, "And, T'hy'la, you're so charming, I can't think of a reason why my parents wouldn't like you."

Kirk looked reddened by the words, he murmured for a moment, tried to sigh, and finally raised his hand to touch his nose.

Kirk was naked, but tonight wasn't a good time for anything fancy.Their shuttle tomorrow is scheduled for 0900, and it's already late. Spock suppressed his conditioned physiological response: "If you're really not fully prepared, we can postpone it." He walked into him. "I'll never force you to do anything."

"It's okay, I'm just... a little cowardly right now." The hangover tea is taking longer to work than the potion, and Kirk's eyes are blank, and Spock begins to wonder if he knows what the words coming out of his mouth mean.The human rubbed his face: "Maintain the 19th decision, I will not change it again." He said, "I will not let you and your parents down, I..." He wanted to say I promise, but Still changed the wording, "I try."

"Of course you don't. You're perfect, Jim." Spock steps back and begins to undress himself. 1.56 minutes later they were naked facing each other, and the central heating system in the house seemed to be hotter than usual.

Humans finally regained some clarity, with a smile on the corner of their mouths, and stretched out their hands: "Carry me to the bathroom, Commander—this is an order."

Spock's voice dropped, "…willingly obey, Captain."

69. [Spirk] Vulcan (small) bride

Jim Kirk, the most eye-catching poster boy when recruiting Starfleet Academy, posters, 90.00% of people will think that he is a confident and shining boy when they see him.He is the youngest captain in the All-Star Federation and owns one of the best spaceships in the entire Federation; his subordinates love him so much, and all the diplomats he has met are full of praise for him; he is handsome and charming, and he is naturally good Appearance adds a lot of points; most importantly, he has a Vulcan mate whom he loves and loves dearly enough to be "notorious" socially.

In short, in the eyes of outsiders, JimKirk is omnipotent.But only he himself knows that he has always lived in his heart the little child in the Iowa field who doesn't love his mother and doesn't love his mother, afraid of not being recognized, afraid of becoming a burden, afraid of being loved by no one, afraid of being rejected again. abandon.

That's why he's so nervous about meeting Spock's parents right now.His Vulcan first mate is the best thing that has happened in his 20+ years of messy life (of course, maybe even worse than the Enterprise, he longed for her all his life), and he doesn't want to be judged by his performance. To disappoint Spock's parents, or Spock himself.

After he saw Spock's mother whom he had never met again suddenly turned into a monster and swallowed him with claws, he woke up with a start, and his head fell off Spock's shoulder. Kirk adjusted his hyperventilation, wiped his mouth, made sure he didn't drool on Spock's shoulders, and forced a smile. "Where are we?"

His partner eyed him inscrutablely for a moment before replying, "We're about 15.7 minutes away. Get ready to descend, Jim."

"Okay." He sat upright, still sore, and learned from the painful experience: he will definitely not be hungover and in the bathroom before the next long trip... "I didn't have a nightmare." He said this uncontrollably , and Spock looks at him like he's a toddler.

The human protested: "You don't trust me."

"Of course I trust you, Ashayam." Spock decided to skip the subject. "When we arrive at the port of call, the flying car from the ambassador's residence will take us home."

Kirk stuck out a finger and poked his partner's chest, speaking clearly and forcefully: "...Damn the privileged class."

"If you really want to know," Spock raised an eyebrow, "then the car was not for the ambassador's son, but for... the honorable Captain Kirk of the USS Enterprise."

Kirk was starting to regret not drooling on him.Damn Vulcan, always so precise poke people hurt feet.

Time always flies the fastest in gags, and by the time Kirk realizes, Shi'Kahr's very Vulcan-style building is already close at hand, low