Prompt: Oh god, can you imagine reader trying to make spock uncomfortable with random hand holding and hugs, only to he met with spock reciprocating every single one? Amd instead, it’s reader that gets all blushy and stuff turns out spock knew the whole time - Anonymous
This, this, right here, when Bones tells Spock that he would have no idea what to do with a genuine, warm, decent feeling:
and Spock just gives him this look:
Like, “really? You honestly think that?”
And Bones, that beautiful old man who can apparently see right into the soul of people, looks right at him and says:
Because although Bones thinks Spock is afraid to feel, thinks he’s essentially a robot, he knows without a shadow of a doubt that the one thing, the one person, he has genuine warm feelings for is James T. Kirk.
Then we zoom in on Spock’s face and, guys, his expression while thinking about Jim in danger, when forced to confront his emotions concerning him, gives me so many feels:
spock spent all last night researching valentines day traditions so he could get jim the perfect gifts and yes they probably still give flowers, chocolate, teddy bears and cheesy cards in the 23rd century ღ’’ღ’’
A/N: So, reader is a bit shy, a bit, and in a relationship, but encounters the very sexy Khan. That’s it. And drama consumes. ALSO contains an OC boyfriend for reader.
Warnings: SMUT LEMON
You were in a hurry. As a nurse you had countless of assignments and places to be in. When you had graduated you thought your job would be peaceful, boring at times even, but you were proven wrong.
On U.S.S. Enterprise you had so much to do. So many tasks to fulfill and so many crew members to tend to. You were organize and kept your workshop tidy even when you were needed elsewhere. And people counted on it. When you went out even to just for a minute something went missing. Your coworkers on your station were constantly borrowing your supplies. They were not as organized as you and when they were in need of something they knew exactly where you kept the needed instrument and they would take it. The excuses were always the same. Everyone were always in a hurry and needed the said tool in hand at that exact second. You had scolded them, told them to take care of their own supplies but being way too nice never got you anywhere. They knew you wouldn’t get mad. And you didn’t want to snap at your friends. You got along with almost everyone on the ship and didn’t want to change it, even if there was need for it.
You dashed through the hall, you had your supplies in a bag with you, jogging past crew members that made room for you. You didn’t know would you be needing all your tools or even any of them, but this was your solution to your coworkers borrowing your stuff. Knowing you would hear from this, but deciding to do it anyway you pressed the kit closer to your chest in a way it looked like to be your most important and cherished item.
You had been assigned to take care of the prisoner aboard. It wasn’t something unheard of, but you were nervous. You had never been assisting on taking care of a prisoner’s wellbeing especially when it came to murderers. This was way over your league, but you had been assigned for it so you would complete the task. You were usually assisting Bones, but even that happened rarely. He was busy and he was able to complete his assignments on his own.
The lights were flashing over your head as you passed each one on your way to your new work stead, your eyes becoming irritated by the brightness and a headache starting to build up. It was one of the ship’s inside’s structures that you disliked. The lights were too bright for your liking, they were never dim and always shone upon you in a mocking way. You tended to get headaches easily from flashing lights so you kept painkillers with you all the time. Even now your fingers itched to seek one of the pills from your dress’ pocket and shoving it down your throat even if you had to do it without water to flush it down.
Next to the door, the entry of the interrogation room stood Bones. He was looking more grumpy than ever, holding his hand over his chest and massaging it. He wasn’t paying attention to the people passing by and only noted your presence when you came right beside him. His head turned, his eyes fixing on you. His expression was the same as before he noticed you, irritated and as if he was in pain. Mentally and physically, but probably more mentally.
”I thought you were supposed to tend the prisoner.” You said with a soft voice, eyeing his arm and then your eyes reaching up to meet his. ”What happened?” You added as you let your hands meet Bones’ that he stretched towards you, giving you the chance of examine for possible injuries.
”I broke my writs.” Bones said. ”That is why I was resigned from ’tending’ the new quest.” His voice dripped of venom. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his demeanor. He always hated it when the ship would be loaded with prisoners. It made his job less interesting and waste his time. He always said, not bothering with captain with his usual speech since he never listened, but to you and the other people on your station, how he was here only for the crew. An enemy was an enemy and Bones couldn’t care less for their wellbeing, they could just go and die all he cared, but you, having a more lay back personality, shrugged his cold ideology away.
But if Bones was resigned, did it mean you would be alone in charge of the patient? You had always been an assistant, even if you were capable of working on your own, but didn’t think it to happen so soon, or without any initialization.
”Yes, it’s definitely broken.” You stated and gave pressure on the swollen wrist, not enough to hurt Bones but enough to feel how much the skin had thickened. Bones scoffed, muttering he told you so, but didn’t mock you directly.
”The captain asked you to replace me?” Bones switched the subject, studying your reaction. It didn’t sound like a question, more of wondering, like he was asking you to confirm his suspicion. You looked up at Bones, your soft eyes shining under the hallway’s lights.
”Yes, I think so, I mean it wasn’t the captain who called me here, but I take it you weren’t in charge of this change of plan?” You doubted.
”No, it wasn’t me.” Bones told you. His eyes turned away, but he let you tend his arm.
”So, how is he?” You asked carefully, wrapping Bones’ wrist with a bandage. After you secured his wrist and had tied the bandage Bones pulled his hand back. He eyed your work and then moved aside from the door way and with a cold tone he said, ”Go see yourself.” And then he left.
You did as you were told and went in, your supply bag pressed against your right side and your left hand fixing your dress’ hem from running. You were met by Kirk and Spock, they turned towards you when the door closed behind you. Spock’s gaze was intense, but that was how he always looked like, expressionless and distant. You didn’t much know about him or know him, he usually kept to himself or around the captain, only talking to you if needed to.
Kirk was tense, his muscles cramping. You didn’t usually see this side of your captain as he normally was really care free person, but he was always doing his best on work and duty. He passionate about leading his crew and completing the missions he had been given.
You gazed at the man behind the glass wall, the brightly light room. If you weren’t used to the futuristic style of the ship it would look deluxe to be a cell. It reminded of an aquarium really, no iron bars like in the past there would be, just a huge glass separating the prisoner from you. The cell a bit higher from the floor, making you all look up while investigating tall prisoners. There was a bed that reminded more of a hard bench. You always wondered did any of the prisoners even really sleep on it? Even the floor looked more appealing.
He was tall, pale and he had captivating eyes. For a prisoner you were surprised how god he looked even if you didn’t admit it. His black, beautiful hair was pulled back, giving a nice view for his face. His cheek bones were something to envy. So deep and perfect. His body was lean, the black tight shirt he had on conformed his muscles and the collar of the shirt climbed up his neck by couple of inches, not too high to cover that thick and powerful neck of his. His adam’s apple shadowed by his strong chin.
”(Y/n), I’m glad you could make it.” Your captain said by trying to sound happy and relieved, but it didn’t reflect on his expression. He seemed nervous. Even pissed if you could say. Had he been provoked? Had something happened? And why had Bones broke his wrist? ”Your assignment-” Kirk started but you cut him off.
”I was informed.” You told him softly, gazing at Spock who had called for you.
Kirk’s jaw clenched, and you were getting ready to be scolded for interrupting, but he surprised you by just nodding and saying, ”Good, I’ll leave you to it.” And as wanting to make Kirk second guess his choice for giving you this assignment you stupidly asked him, ”What am I supposed to do?”
Kirk looked at his side, his eyebrows furrowing for a second but then raising back up. He gave you a forced smile. ”Start by taking a blood sample of him.” Kirk then glared at the man in the cell, his index finger pointing at the tall man warningly. ”And if you hurt her, I will make sure you will go through the consequences.” This of course didn’t affect the criminal in any way, he even smirked at Kirk’s threats.
You were left alone with the man in the cell, Kirk had stormed off, Spock following him but not without looking at you as if trying to figure you out. He was probably doubting would you be able to pull this one out and you had to admit you were also suspecting your own possibilities. Had this man hurt Bones? Had he been the one to break Bones’ wrist? And now he was your responsibility.
You cleared your throat and took a step forward. Before you could say anything, the man in the cell had straightened his hand towards you and the glass. You eyed him, not understanding what he was doing and asking him, ”What are you-” but he cut you off. ”You were supposed to take a blood sample.” His voice was deep, as if a stereo with a heavy bass it shook you from the inside. You could feel some of your body hair stand up when the sound of him washed through you.
You dragged a device on the glass, creating a hole on it for him to put his hand through for you to take some of his blood. You placed the needle on his vein, but kept your hands as far from him as you could. You didn’t want your wrists to be broken. You were wondering why he had offered his hand to you so willingly, if he had attacked Bones, well that of course was what you suspected. It wasn’t confirmed yet so you weren’t sure.
”Did you hurt Bones?” You asked, daring to make eye contact with the man. His eyes were intensively staring at you. He looked like an owl, or maybe something more wicked minded animal. Something big and vice, but he had a predatory aura around him which made you weary of him. He was observing every move you made, every breath you take. He didn’t seem human at all, but then there was something that made you think he was more human than anyone you’ve ever met, even the people on the ship seemed less human than him. You couldn’t put your finger on it, how a thought like that had found it’s way to your head, but you didn’t bother to seek the answer to it. You always tended to overthink and you often let these kinds of theories pass in your head, letting them go as you knew there was nothing to it.
”Yes.” He said, his eyes narrowed as he studied you. You took the needle off him, letting him pull his hand back and closing the window you had created on the glass. You put the sample and your tool to your bag, then stood straight.
”Why didn’t you hurt me?” You asked, even if you didn’t think there would be a reason to his actions, but like you usually did, asked stupid questions that made you regret opening your mouth in the first place.
”I wouldn’t hurt a girl as pretty as you.” He said and you could almost swear you had seen him smile. ”My name is Khan.” He said to your surprise. You tried to get the blush from your cheeks to vanish, but were sure you only managed to turn more red. You smiled to Khan warmly and said, ”I’m (Y/n).” Even if he had heard your name before, you still wanted to introduce yourself on your own. There was something that made you want to trust him, as if you had found the same tune. Like you were the same, but that was stupid. He was nothing like you and you nothing like him. Couldn’t be.
”Why did you hurt Bones?” You tried to get the blush on your cheeks fade by changing the subject. You were successful but felt like your plan back fired as you saw a scowl appear on Khan’s face.
”I don’t like him.” He stated like a child. You chuckled, your hand quickly covering your mouth. You didn’t like to talk behind anyone’s back or laughing at others. You liked Bones. He was funny when he went through his negative feelings and ranted. He actually enjoyed it when he made you laugh at his rage quits. It relaxed him.
”He’s alright when you get to know him.” You told Khan even if it wasn’t relevant. Khan wouldn’t need to get to know anyone on the ship and you doubted he even wanted to. You shook your head, laughing slightly.
”What?” For a second you thought he had been laughing himself, amused by your relaxed composure, but you thought you had heard wrong. You lift your head back up, had been looking at you feet for a second.
”It probably isn’t your concern with who you get along and with who you don’t.” It was a statement. You were sure you were right. There was no way terrorist like him would care about others. He probably didn’t even have any friends. You felt a sting in your heart.
”I wouldn’t say it to be my number one priority, but if I need someone to become an ally of mine I will put all my efforts on it.” Khan stared deep into you. He was trying to figure you out and you were trying to do the same. Was he saying he would be using others if he found them valuable? ”And if I find someone intriguing I will make my move towards them.” You swallowed. You didn’t know what to say.
You stayed quiet for a minute. The silence around you was intense and crushing. You could almost hear the agonizing silence ticking in your ears, pressuring you to do something like your life depended on it. There was something in his words that you needed to get out of your head before your imagination would get loose.
You hesitated for a while before asking him shyly, your eyes wondering to your right in shame, ”Are you hungry?” To this Khan furrowed his eyebrows as if you had spoken in a language he didn’t understand.
”Hungry?” He repeated. The sudden change of subject puzzling him. He had waited you to try questioning what he had said before, but was unsuccessful as you went make a line between the present and the past conversations.
”Yes, I’m supposed to be in charge of your wellbeing which includes of making sure you are fed.” You felt bad how you built your sentence and went to apologize. ”Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like you are a caged animal.” To you it had sounded like he was a dog and for some reason you didn’t want him to feel that way. You hated that you felt something towards this man, was it sympathy? You didn’t even know why he had done those terrible acts you had heard of, but seeing him standing in front of you changed your view of him. Comparing to something similar like being always warned about monsters and when finally being able to face one, realizing just how wrong everyone had been. It’s not what it looks like. Stories are just stories and you shouldn’t count on rumors. But these were no rumors. They were facts, and you still felt something pulling you towards Khan.
”I won’t mind.” Khan said, meaning the choice of your words. He took a step to his right, turned his left side to you, but his eyes were on you the whole time. ”And yes, I could eat something.” He admitted and turned his front to face the glass , and you, again.
You smiled at Khan, told him you would be back in an hour and left the room. You went to the kitchen, got some bread and water, then wondered would it be okay with Khan. You shook your head, Khan was a prisoner. He would have to eat what you gave him. That second you felt the same kind of sting in your heart as before when you were with Khan. You didn’t know why you felt bad for him, but you knew you weren’t rude and cold towards others and wouldn’t be doing so even now. A prisoner or not, you would treat him like a human being.
You retreated from the kitchen with the tray and entered the round room where Khan was still standing where you left him, in his cell, in the center of it and close to the glass.
You made a hole to the glass once again, a look of disappointment and sadness filled Khan’s face when you handed him the tray through the hole. You couldn’t pin point why he made such an expression. Was it because of the food? Or something else? You didn’t ask him, or get to ask him when the main door opened. You gazed towards the door, closing the hole on the glass and smiled. There came four men marching in. It was Kirk, Spock, Bones and Wax.
Wax took long steps to your way and scooped you to his arms, giving you a hug and kissed the top of your head, smiling down on you.
Wax was your boyfriend and a mechanic. He had been serving Kirk longer than you and persuaded you to graduate to company him on the missions on the same ship with him. You had been lucky that Kirk had found you useful as you had doubted against it. Your self-confidence was usually low, but Wax was always there to boost it up as much as it was possible.
When Wax had come to you, Khan glared at the man. If looks could kill Wax would be dead by now, but neither of you saw his expression as you were concentrated on each other.
”How’s your day been so far?” Wax asked. You pushed the brown hair on his forehead aside from hovering over his brown eyes. There was a tint of red in his short locks that were able to be seen in the bright lights on the ship. Wax was taller than you, his chin reached your forehead, he was pale also, but not as pale as Khan. He wasn’t as muscular as Khan, but he was in good shape for your liking. The two of you had been together for two years now, but were in no hurry to get engaged.
”It’s been nice, different from usual, but nice.” You smiled. ”Oh!” You gasp as you remembered there were other people present and hurried to take the blood sample from your bag. You had almost forgot it. ”Here is the blood sample.” You told Bones and handed it to him. He took it and left without saying a word. Kirk on the other hand gazed at Khan, suspicious and so was Spock, but he wasn’t showing it as clearly as Kirk.
”He didn’t hurt you?” Kirk finally asked. You shook your head, Wax still holding you on his side by one arm wrapped behind your back.
”No, we’re good.” You said calmly. Kirk nodded and informed you what else you needed to do. He told you how you were in charge of everything that involved the said prisoner and if anything would happen you were in charge of the consequences. This made you nervous, as you had never even babysit a child and now you were to be taking care of a grown man? A criminal non the less? Of course you agreed to everything Kirk said, nodding your head and repeating over and over again, ”Yes, captain.” to anything he said. After the long lecture, Spock and Kirk left with Wax, who kissed you on the cheek, telling you he’d stay awake and wait for you in the room you shared.
When you were alone with Khan again, you saw he had eaten and drank all the water you gave him while you were being informed of your new tasks. He handed you the empty tray which you set on a table in the center of the room. ”Tell me if you need anything.” You told Khan, who nodded. He felt distant. Like he was deep in thought. You didn’t want to bother him so you stayed silent. What were all those things you were supposed to be doing again?
Days passed and Khan grew friendly towards you. He would ask you questions and answer to yours. He became curious of your past, your hopes and decisions. You two shared hours with each other just talking. He didn’t tell you anything Kirk didn’t know of, yet that is, and you doubted he ever would. Why would he? Such an intelligent person with wicked mind like his would never open up to a nurse, a girl like you. A superior at everything he was and as he talked lowly of your crew you knew he thought you normal humans were inferior compared to him.
At times when you were talking about the crew Khan would give you suspicious looks and doubting what you said, correcting you when you said something wrong, such as how weak human were in his opinion and you telling him that that is just the way you were build. He would make statements that informed you he didn’t think like that about you, how you were different. He wouldn’t correct himself on why he said that, even if you questioned him. You just thought it was something even he didn’t know the reason to, but he did. He just wasn’t ready to say it yet.
You were now talking about the ship U.S.S. Enterprise and how you had ended in here. Khan had become very interested on your relations with Wax, but he was careful enough with his questions, not giving away just how interested he was.
”I met Wax when I was visiting the Starfleet Academy. He was graduating and he was leading the tour. He was so passionate about his graduation and his new career. I wasn’t sure back then what I wanted to study and he was so sure of his future. He gave me hope I would be finding my own calling and then we started seeing each other. As friends at first of course, then we ended up together and before I knew it he was leaving. He told me he was going to be leaving on captain Kirk’s side and would be away for months. He then encouraged me to start studying something, anything that would be done on the ship so we wouldn’t need to be separated for so many times and for long amount of time.” Your gaze was on the floor. You kept fiddling the laces of your shoes while you sat on the floor of Khan’s cell. You had stayed there after checking his heart beat after the ship and suddenly came to a stop, making almost everyone on abroad stumble. To your surprise the cut on the back Khan’s head had healed fast and there was nothing wrong with him as he insisted. He had asked you why you were here and you had taken a seat on the floor, starting to talk.
”I told Wax I had always been interested in medication and there it started. He advised me to start studying.” You met Khan’s gaze on you. He was sitting on the edge of the excuse of a bed he had in his cell, his hands clasped together in between his legs as he hunched over you, listening carefully.
”He lured you to specialize in medication.” It was more of a statement, not a question. You reacted to his assault on your boyfriend and went to correct him.
”No, I really wanted to do it, and I enjoyed studying the subjects.” You stared at Khan, your head was empty of all thoughts as you continued. ”This is our third mission on aboard together.” Your tone lowered, Khan could sense the sadness in your voice that had started to build and when you hung your head low he was sure you were feeling bad. ”Wax wants to settle. He said he misses the earth and wants to retire from his job on aboard. He’s thought about doing the mechanic’s work on land, fixing and building ships and weapons.”
”What do you want?” Khan asked with his deep but calm voice. He was leading you forward on your story, but you had no idea what he was up to. He was leaning over you, almost falling from the side as he got closer to his destination on the conversation.
”I don’t know.” You say and look at your hands. You sigh and look through the glass wall. ”I’m gonna miss the space. I never thought I’d fall in love with it, or the movement of the ship. And how every member of the crew is so… Close. It’s like a family.” You didn’t see it, but something in Khan changed. He looked at you, like seeing in the mirror for first time. He saw himself in you, in a way and the mention of family opened him up.
”Come here.” Khan said. He pat a spot next to him on the bed. You weren’t sure should you get so close to him, it wasn’t a problem when you needed to examine him but by your own choice, sit next to him, so close? You hesitated for a second, but stood up, walking next to him and sat down. You made sure there was enough room between the two of you. Your right shoulder brushed the glass wall, it’s cold surface making you shiver as your bare hand made contact. You made sure that you weren’t touching Khan. He would probably find it uncomfortable if you did, but you didn’t know the half of it.
Khan was disappointed how far you sat from him. He felt like you didn’t trust him even if he hadn’t made any moves towards you. He didn’t want to hurt you and he still tried to prove it to you. He found himself seeking for your touch, just a caress of your skin would be enough for him. Or so he thought for now.
”I don’t want to go back on earth. I want to see the world, I want to meet new people, see new planets. On earth I feel so… Grounded.” You chuckled at your own joke. You catch Khan placing his right hand on your left thigh, close to your knee. You look up to see him staring. You saw something you never had before. He looked so soft, not even a hint left of the man you had seen in him when you first met him. You couldn’t understand how this gentle man could be a murderer, how this soft side existed deep in him that no one else got to experience.
”You don’t have to give up on your hopes and dreams, (Y/n).” Khan said. His touch sent shivers down your spine, the skin tingling through your clothes from where his hand lay.
”But I don’t want to choose between Wax and my dreams.” You whispered.
”Maybe he isn’t the man for you.” Khan said softly, his voice nearly above a whisper. He moved forward, his lips pressed against yours and his hand on your thigh landed on top of your left hand. You let him kiss you, for you were frozen. He was gentle and slow as if he was testing how far you would let him go, but since you didn’t stop him, he nibbled your bottom lip, asking for entrance to your mouth and the spark his teeth sent through you was enough to snap you out of it.
You pushed Khan away, making enough room for you to stand up and so did Khan, but his hand was still holding yours and as you were heading out he yanked you back to him. You stumbled against him, supporting yourself with your free hand on his chest and looked upwards.
”Don’t go.” Khan said huskily. His free arm sneaked on your back, pressing you against him and keeping you in place. Your heart beat faster and with your mind racing you couldn’t come up with a plan of escaping his embrace. Then again, would you really want to leave? Yes. You did. You had a boyfriend and a job. You weren’t even supposed to be on this side of the glass wall.
”I can’t…” Your words drowned in your throat. You didn’t know what to say.
”I can feel your heart beat.” Khan growled in your ear. ”I can see how you look at me. You want this as much as I do.” He kissed the spot under your ear repeatedly and as you shook in place he tightened his grip on you. You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from gasping, moaning or even breathing when Khan’s lips travelled down your neck. ”Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.” His hot breath on your neck made you shiver. You took your time, trying to prepare yourself, make it sound as convincing as you could.
”I don’t” You took a breath. ”want you.” You knew from Khan’s body language he was paying close attention to what you said, but the chuckle that rumbled through his body proved you he knew you lied. You knew it was a lie, but you couldn’t live with yourself if you now cheated on Wax.
”I don’t believe you.” Khan said warningly, he had pulled his head back so he could see you. Your body tensed as you knew he wouldn’t let you go. He would take you here and now if you couldn’t come up with anything. And you knew if you’d let him go far enough you wouldn’t want him to stop. Khan lowered his head, his lips met yours again, you tilted your head back allowing him to kiss you, but weren’t going to submit to him. You bit his lip, tasting blood when he pulled away, but kept his hold on you. He glared at you and licked the blood from his lips. You knew you couldn’t fight him and there was only one thing you could do. A cowards act it was, but you had no choice.
You kneed him in the groin with all your might, then retreating from him when he loosened his grip on you, doubling over in pain. He didn’t hurt as much as any other normal man would, but it gave you enough time. You dashed to the door. You fought against turning and gazing him over your shoulder, knowing he would have already overpowered the pain you put him through and that he could’ve still stopped you.
When you were out of the cell you left the whole interrogation room, Khan yelling after you and hitting the glass wall with his fists, the sound echoing in your ears long after you had left.
You walked with a quick pace, not looking back, tears blurring your vision. You had no idea where you would go or should go. You thought of going to face the captain and demand him to release you from your duty, but you shook your head. You didn’t need to go near him. You only needed to hand him his food through the glass and that’s it. Or so you hoped.
The next three days you visited Khan you brought him food, avoided making unnecessary eye contact and gave him the silent treatment. He had tried only once to talk with you, but as you didn’t answer him he realized there was nothing he could he do to make you talk. Or so you thought.
The fourth day after your make out session with Khan you went to visit the prisoner you got a call. You were informed Khan had been in an incident and needed your treatment. You hurried to the interrogation room, all your supplies with you and what you saw almost stopped your heart. ”Oh my god.” You gasped taking in the view.
Khan’s hair hang over his face, he was sitting on the bed, his back pressed against the wall. His hair was dripping blood and there were several cuts on his forehead. You deduced he had hit his head against the back wall since there was a huge blood stain on the center of the white surface.
When Khan heard you entering the room he got to his feet and looked at you through his hair. He was tense and impatiently waiting for what you would do.
Without thinking much further you went and entered the cell, standing next to Khan and taking a hold of the sides of his face. You pushed his hair back, gasping and wailing while you examined his injuries.
”Don’t worry, I’ll heal fast.” Khan said, his hands taking a gentle hold of your wrists. He never made a move to pull his head back from your hands, and he actually leaned closer.
”What happened?” You asked him. Khan’s hair kept falling over his face and you kept combing it back with your fingers. His eyes stared at you and he said with a little smile, ”I needed to see you.” Your eyes went wide. You pulled away, about to step back, but just like last time, Khan took a hold of you, he pulled you back to him, not to fall on him, keeping you on your feet. ”Don’t go.” He whispered. You did pity him. He looked weak and everything he wasn’t supposed to in your care. You were in charge of him and you had ruined him. You had to step up for your captain. You had to do your job.
You leaned closer, your eyes scanned the cuts on Khan’s face and when he finally trusted that you wouldn’t run he let you move your hands freely. He sat at the edge of his bed again, you taking a towel from your bag. The towel was about the size of your palm and you licked the fabric, moisturizing it and then wiped the blood from his face. ”If you needed to see me you should’ve just waited a minute. I was just about to come here to check on you like I’m supposed to.” You scolded the man.
”You took too long.” Khan muttered. ”Besides you wouldn’t have come this close. I needed to touch you.” You stopped what you were doing. You thought about leaving there and then but you knew you it wouldn’t solve anything. He had just attempted to smash his head open because you wouldn’t talk to him. Because he wanted you on this side of the glass.
You returned to wipe his face with the cloth, not saying anything or looking at him. You were distant and it pained Khan. He sighed and straightened his back. You couldn’t help but pull back as he moved, worried he tried to do something to you. He only rested his back against the wall, now sitting more properly and looked away.
”You know why I’m here?” Khan asked. What did he say? Was this it? Was this now your moment to shine? To finally get something out of this man? Get information of what he was up to? You didn’t answer, but your expression gave it away how surprised you were of the turn of the event. ”I’m here because of my crew.”
”You have a crew?” You asked and hearing your voice made Khan smile. He missed your voice, he missed it all the time. Every second he longed to hear you laugh, talk or even just sigh.
”Yes, and your captain has them in prisoned on this ship.” Khan spat in hatred.
You shook your head. Kirk wouldn’t keep such an information from his crew. He wouldn’t leave you in the dark with such a big thing. Khan had to be wrong. He had to be mistaken. ”There aren’t any other prisoners-”
”He doesn’t know they’re here.” Khan scoffed, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t pissed at you, you knew that. But he was raged by even talking about his crew being in the hands of your captain.
”What do you mean?” You asked, scooting closer towards him. Khan didn’t expect you to approach him, but he was happy to see you could relax in his present. ”How many of them are there?”
”Seventy-two.” Khan said. You gasped, realizing he meant the torpedoes.
”But that’s the exact-” Khan cut you off.
”They are inside of the torpedoes.” Khan kept explaining how his crew ended in the torpedoes and how Marcus had used his friends against him. You knew if Kirk would hear from this he would fight against Marcus. Kirk wouldn’t let something like this pass.
”You have to tell Kirk.” You said, taking his hands in yours. ”He wont hand you to Marcus if you just tell him.” But you couldn’t assure him. Khan shook his head at you, caressing your palms with his thumbs.
”Maybe he won’t hand me to Marcus, but I will still be in prisoned and my crew will forever be frozen and asleep.” You couldn’t argue with that. You knew he couldn’t avoid getting a sentence from what he’d done. He would rot in prison for the rest of his life if he would be left alive.
”Please promise me you will tell him. That way your crew will be safe and alive at least. There isn’t much you can lose.” You scooted even closer towards him. A spark light up in his eyes as you became so close. Khan leaned closer, his forehead resting on your body and he said, ”I will tell him, if you promise me something in return.”
”What is it?” You hurried him.
”Stay with me.” You sifted in your spot uncomfortably. ”Please, (Y/n). I need you.” Khan pulled you to his lap, his arms wrapping around you as he hugged you close. You didn’t dare to struggle. He was so broken and he feared he would lose you. Was he scared of dying? Or being locked away? Or just the thought of losing you made him act this way?
Your hands tangled in his hair, his head rested in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin. The position you were in was intimate, not in a dirty way but in the other way. You had never felt this way with Wax. You had never felt being so loved and cared for as you did now and at the same time you were scared. What if you would fall for him?
”Let me have you.” Khan desperately whispered. Your body tensed at the words and your head pulled back an inch. ”I need you more than ever.” He pulled his head back, his eyes narrowed for… Was it lust? His lips were on yours, the kiss was just like the first one, but now more needy. He asked for access to your mouth by licking your lower lip, to which you answered with parting your lips. Khan growled for he was pleased by your cooperation. His tongue invaded your mouth, wrestling against yours and gaining the dominance. His hands pulled you closer to him while you still sat on his lap, his fingers gripping your dress from the back as if his life depended on this moment he shared with you.
Khan’s lips didn’t leave yours for the next three minutes, but when they did, you only parted for gasping for air, then he started kissing you again. His hand travelled down your dress, the other still keeping you in place, securing you from your back. When he found the hem of your dress he guiding it upwards, and you went to stop him. You pulled your head back from the kiss, but Khan didn’t stop. His lips travelled down your neck, making you gasp for air as you had become sweaty and turned on.
”Khan I can’t.” You gasped. Your head snapped back as Khan sucked on your skin, a weak spot on your neck, his hand still pushing your dress, your hand on his never stopping him from doing so.
”Fight me.” He said daringly. He knew you couldn’t. He knew you could deny him verbally but that was the best you could do. You couldn’t fight him off even if you tried. You just couldn’t. It was simply impossible to even gain your strength to push yourself away form him and you didn’t want that. You wanted to be there. You wanted to let him have you. You could stay in this moment for the rest of your life.
Khan had pushed your dress over your stomach, he was now unclasping your bras under your dress but never stopped kissing your neck. Your breathing was heavy, your eyes half closed. You pulled Khan’s shirt up his torso, Khan pulled back, letting you pull the shirt off of him entirely, then he did the same to you. You were now only in your boots and panties, when Khan still had his pants and shoes.
In the next minute the both of you stood up and had stripped from your clothes and Khan had lifted you back on his bed. The bed was hard on your back, but it would have to do. You tried to sit up so you could get on top of him, but he pushed you to lay on your back the second you attempted to straighten your back. He was aggressive and dominating. It turned you on like you had never felt anything like this. Like you had never had sex, never even felt aroused in your entire life.
He let you part your legs, eyeing the between of your legs hungrily. His hands ran up from your knees to your thighs, positioning himself between your legs. His fingers caressed you softly and in adoring way as if you were a goddess, he made you feel like never before.
Khan took his time to savor the moment, to worship your curves and skin. You felt like there was no place he hadn’t touched you from, your body tingling from everywhere. Khan took a hold of your waist and pulled you closer. His eyes begged for your approval, for his affection and to him to bed you. You permit him.
Khan situated his hardness against your entrance, waiting a second before starting to push in you. You gasped at the sensation, your fingers grasping his neck. He pulled out just so his tip was in you and then thrusted back in. You moaned out loud, louder than ever. You couldn’t keep it in. You couldn’t stay quiet but there was no need doing so in the first place.
”(Y/n).” Khan moaned. His cock went deep into you, his muscles tensing as he thrusted in and pulled out. You wrapped your legs around his back, clinging on him and you moaned his name. You moved in sync while getting close.
Both of you were already starting to get sweaty, your bodies radiating warmth that intoxicated you. The glass wall at the end of the bed started to get foggy behind your head.
Khan kissed your shoulder, his breath brushing over your skin and like the glass wall you felt like his breath was clinging on your body, getting foggy and moist from his steamy breath. You kept him there, your left hand around his neck and your right scratching his back. You sucked in a breath, your eyes flying open as you got closer to your release. You could sense Khan getting close as well, his breathing quickening and his pace growing. He was growling, pulling you closer towards his heated body, not leaving even an inch between the two of you.
”You’re mine, (Y/n).” Khan moaned wickedly, this made a spark shoot through you. A feeling of realization washing over you, but it went over your head the second it appeared and you gasped. You came right then, Khan’s cock pulsing in you, he too was coming and he was coming right inside you. He made no attempt on pulling out and he shot his cum deep into you.
Khan kept you pulled against him, trying to even your breathing you waited there until you were over your climax completely, and for Khan to trust to let go of you. Sweat drops went down your legs, some of it was Khan’s, but you didn’t mind. You had experienced something amazing, something you had never thought to be possible. The pleasure Khan had been able to make you feel was over your imagination. There was nothing you could be able to compare to this. It was something original and unique.
It took you both some time to pull yourselves back together, Khan was still towering over you, a smirk on his lips as he panted. He had pulled out of you, his hands on either side of your face as he supported himself. You could feel your eyes drifting shut, begging for sleep and rest, and as Khan saw that he lay down beside you, pulling you to him. You snuggled closer, your head on his chest and let the sleep consume you.
I don’t mean ~~oooh what if Spock was eeevil~~ or bad or mean, I mean what if he was just generally garbage at taking care of himself?
Spock never picks up his socks and every time McCoy comes over to yell at him he spends an hour cleaning up and doing the laundry while Spock calls him illogical.
Spock never remembers to turn off the fire in his meditation sconce when he’s done and is constantly getting calls from Scotty begging him to please stop, the fire suppression units have been bothering him all day.
Spock throws himself into his work and doesn’t do the dishes so when he finally drags himself home there’s bowls and spoons everywhere, and when was the last time he ate Plomeek broth, anyway? (the answer is: two months ago)
Spock constantly forgets to eat in general and so Sulu and Chekov set up a meal train where they use the computer to hunt him down three times a day and bring him food wherever he is.
Spock forgets to wear his thermal undershirt more often than not so they keep a supply of sweaters and blankets on the bridge and in the science lab for when he starts looking chilly.
Spock can go weeks without interacting with someone which is why Jim shows up at his quarters every-other-day with a chessboard under his arm.
Spock doesn’t drink water. He doesn’t really need to because of his Vulcan biology but it does make him look constantly sick. Rand brings him water instead of coffee on the bridge and Uhura teaches him how to do his makeup to hide the sallow bags under his eyes.
Spock is constantly tripping over things because he’s too busy looking around and being interested in the world to pay attention to where he puts his feet. All security guards have special training to catch him when he falls.
Just give me Spock who doesn’t have the energy to care for himself, but all his friends love him very much so they support him.
Kirk looks down, and a small, sweet smile creases his lips. It feels like victory, not over Spock, but over this hellish separation they’ve endured. His heart thuds to life and pounds out hot blood to all his extremities, where before he had functioned with ice water in his veins. In his peripheral vision, Kirk sees the incredulous looks on the faces of his bridge crew. Chekov’s expression is one of long-suffering resignation, as if he had always known he would be caught up in the drama between his captain and science officer.
Kirk raises his eyes to Spock again, thrilling to feel the bond thrum between them, even though Spock’s craggy, beloved face gives nothing away. Kirk welcomes him back, even though the words sound somewhat spiteful to his own ears. This reconciliation will take work.
But Kirk thinks he can see it there broiling between them, the hurt, the pride, the anguish, the love- stretched between them like the glowing, golden bond it always was and always will be. It did not break, this bond, and it will never break. Whatever comes to pass, this is the moment that matters, Kirk thinks, as relief floods his body and hope glows in his eyes. He came back to me.
Request: Would you like please make a Imagine Chekov properly saying goodbye to the ship’s crew? Because I need that - @putthephaserdownplease
A/N: I deleted the playlist a made to make my friend cry when I moved like a week before getting the request and it would have been such perfect mood music for this. I feel like that karma for making a playlist of song that would make my friend cry. Also Keenser’s totally find; you guys don’t have to worry. Little guy just got all tuckered out.
I really felt like drawing TOS, so here’s the result! I like how this drawing turned out because although I had some good picture references, I didn’t have much to go with for Jim and he proved pretty damn hard to draw. But I got there at last, and I can honestly say that I love both Jim and Spock’s expressions. Spock seems very neutral about everything but if you look closely, he has a Mona Lisa-ish almost smile. And after a lot of erasing and re-drawing, I finally managed to get that soft, fond expression Jim tends to give Spock. I imagine these two are already in love, even if they haven’t said anything. I’m sure that Jim often shows up to see what’s going on in the science labs and to chat with Mr. Spock. And even if it’s a little hard for Spock to work with someone leaning on him, he wouldn’t dream of asking Jim to leave. :)
Jim Kirk just celebrated his 61th birthday. (Well, that’s how Bones put it, because Jim Kirk has to be blackmailed to celebrate the 22nd of March.)
The worst thing about his birthday this year was the absence of his husband, who just started negotiating with the Romulans. Because the whole peace treaty affair with the Klingons went so smoothly and without life threatening incidents, almost too easy, really…
So, of course, Spock just HAD to go on start bargaining with the most cunning sneaky bastards in the entire quadrant!
It is on this horrible rainy day, the kind that crawls into Jim’s cracking bones, when Starfleet calls him. And before he can even start yelling at the com, because it’s not even 5 am yet, his brain registers the words: “Ambassador Spock” and “missing”. Everything he was just about to shout at the officer of ‘fleet Operations seems to be stuck in his throat.
As it turns out bargaining for peace with the Romulans is not exactly a breeze. It’s not that Jim hadn’t told his better half exactly this, but Vulcans…can’t live with them, can’t live without them.
The Romulans, it seems, were not completely opposed to a reunion with their more peaceful kinship, but parts of the old Empire still hungered after the good old times with the Federation cowering at the border.
“The hobgoblin did WHAT?” is the first thing McCoy grunts through the com followed by “let me get this straight: Spock got himself captured by Romulan rebels and you want to go after him, because thanks to the Vulcan mumbo jumbo in your head you can roughly get the direction where the green-blooded fool’s at?! You are 61 years old, damn it, and you don’t even have a ship!”
As it turns out…they have a ship.
Uhura squeezes into the tiny nook where the ship’s com is located. She’s gorgeous, regal like a queen, her hair, turned white with age, gives her an even more ethereal shine. She shouts into her ear piece whenever she communicates with Scotty in the belly of his tiny cruiser, because he’s a little deaf on both ears, but his hands are still steady and his mind never stopped working on miracles despite the fact that he takes a little longer for everything now.
Sulu’s way to pilot around a meteor belt has never faltered once, even if he doesn’t hold the record of the academy anymore. He sits right in the front, salt-and-pepper hair thinning a bit. His favourite plant at his feet (“Her name is Gertrud and she will come with us!”).
Chekov, the cheeky little shit, sits right next to Sulu, just like he used to and makes fun of the lot of them. Jim is never quite certain the whiz kid didn’t find the fountain of youth somewhere on one of his many assignments.
Jim takes his place in the center seat. It’s tiny compared to what he’s used to, but to hell with it! They need to get Spock back and he’ll deal with anything he can get!
Bones sits on a borrowed chair right next to his old captain and grunts and grumbles that they are too old for this and how they should at least have taken someone else with them, but when Jim interjects that he can go, if he so desperately wants to, he looks at him, as if he’s lost his mind.
“I’m old Jim, not dead! Well at least not yet! What are we waiting for anyway? Let’s get going before the hobgoblin starts getting too comfortable wherever he is…”
I love just that iconic moment in the children shall lead where Kirk is having a crisis over losing the enterprise and Spock just takes his arm and leads him to the turbo lift and Kirk immedietly follows along like.. that trust… just like… Spock knows immedietly that Kirk isn’t in the right mental place to be on the bridge and he immedietly looks to give him some privacy to lessen his anxieties and Kirk just holds onto him like his life depends on it.. knowing deep down that even when the shit hits the fan he can always count on Spock to be there for him