The BLTS Archive - Kissing Spock
by cardassianfire (cardassianfire@yahoo.com)

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Warning: I don't own the characters, heck, I didn't even think of
this idea. But, hopefully, this might entertanin you for two minutes
or so.

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Amanda held her son in her arms. His back was ramrod straight, his
face expressionless. He gave her no notice that he even acknowledged
her embrace. She brushed his hair away from his face. He seemed so
small, so vulnerable, despite the brave front he tried to keep up.

"My son, it's all right. No matter what they say, you're no less of  a
person for being half human."

"Not less of a person, less Vulcan."

"And is that all that counts, Spock? Do you have to try to be more  of
a Vulcan than any other boy? Can't you see yourself as part of  the
Vulcan ideal? That you are maybe the most beautiful expression  of
IDIC I've ever seen?" She cupped his chin in her hand and kissed  her
child.

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T'Pring held his hand throughout the ceremony.  The understated rite
contrasted with the passion burning in her heart. She understood she
was supposed to learn how to control her emotions, even as her body
began to surge with the hormones unleashed with her first Pon Farr.
Though Vulcan females didn't experience the full onslaught that  males
had to endure,  through the bond created in the ceremony with  her
chosen mate she felt the chaos of his mind. As the high  priestess
droned on, T'Pring was bombarded with waves of lust and  animalistic
impulses. She was tormented by his base emotions, and  disgusted when
those urges surfaced in herself. But it was an honor  being betrothed
to an ambassador's son, even if he was half human.   With a final
gesture, the priestess gave her blessing to the union.  Spock grabbed
T'Pring's shoulders. He kissed her, deep in the throes  of a passion
more chemical than emotional and roughly stripped her .  They
consummated their ceremony as countless generations of honored  Vulcan
youth had in the temple of Khalol.

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Christine kept watch over Spock's apparently lifeless body. Except
for the occasional beep from the sensors, the sickbay was quiet. She
trusted the equipment, but she still wanted to be there when he  awoke
from the Vulcan healing trance. She had no illusions about her  place
in his life. All those fantasies about the patient falling in  love
with his nurse or those about true love melting the hardest  heart all
faded when she faced the truth about Spock. He was a  Vulcan, and
Vulcans were that way. At least he was to her. But a  woman still
wants her heart's fancy realized, no matter how  illogical that
fantasy might be. She sighed and gave Spock a quick  peck on the
cheek, and went back to her reports.

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"So, what's it like?'' McCoy set down his half empty glass.

"What's what like, Bones?", said Kirk, with a mischievous twinkle in
his eye.

"You know damn well what I mean, Jim. I mean, everyone knows about
you and Spock.."

"No,tell me, what does everyone think about me and my first  officer?"

He sighed. "Damn it, the sidelong glances when you think no one is
watching, the way you find ways to be alone with him, hell, the back
rubs on the bridge!"

Jim shrugged. "We've got nothing to hide. Besides, it's not like you
haven't been in a relationship with a man before."

"That's not it and you know it. I mean, what's he like, under that
hard, logical exterior."

"Hard?"

"Besides that! I don`t know...what`s it like...kissing him?"

"Well...I'd say, salty, slightly sweet...and a touch of cinnamon."

"Hmmph."

"Though, I'd have to say...for a hard exterior, he does have a  sweet,
creamy...center."

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"So?"

"It was all in the interest of medical research, that's all." McCoy
seemed very preoccupied with his work.

"Oh? Medical research, you say?" Kirk smiled and crossed his arms.

"Yes, medical research!"

"And what did you  conclude, from a medical standpoint?"

"It's not cinnamon, it's more like nutmeg."

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The End