I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you.
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A Dying Sun by maps
Fandoms: Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek, Star Trek: Reboot
12 Jun 2013
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Love isn't such a complicated thing, not really. It just happens. You just have to let it happen.
"I trace his bones with my index finger, hoping to discover something new about him. It’s fascinating, really, his pale skin stretched over muscle, veins carrying green blood. I reach the nail on his index finger. It’s smooth, nicely cut, with dirt and dried blood under the edge. I like this kind of Spock. Dirty, slightly disheveled, shocked. Maybe he seems a bit more human this way, not so perfect."
(Inspired by this picture: http://spirrk.tumblr.com/post/52289877186/and-im-gonna-find-my-way-back-to-your-side)
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Down in the Heart and in the Stars Above by maps
Fandoms: Star Trek, Star Trek: Reboot, Star Trek: The Original Series
03 Sep 2013
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There are times and places with people that make you wish you could memorize them, paste every ounce of what makes them tick under your skin; remove each of their atoms and inspect them one by one; get to know the sound of their breath and beating heart; until all of who they are is imprinted onto you, into you, and you’re left blindly hoping they’re doing the same.
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Spock seems to read my mind and pulls the thick fabric of my sweater from my skin. I sink into the feel of my bare chest against his. It feels so right like this, kissing and moving, my name in it’s rightful place on his tongue, and me, hard and aching in 21st century denim. It’s quiet between the fireworks so I can hear our wet lips and sliding hands.
Somehow I’ve ended up beneath Spock with my pants off. Both of us completely naked, our sweat sticks us to the leather seat. Every time we move it sounds painful, like we’re ripping off our skin, layers of unwanted parts of us. But it’s summertime on a younger Earth and maybe we can pretend that we are leaving bits of ourselves behind through the muggy heat, our sweat, and our foggy breath on the windows. Maybe I can believe I don’t belong anywhere else, and hope Spock does the same.
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