The time had come to interfere, clearly. Spock had tolerated it this long for the sake of both not making a scene and because it was a diplomatic mission with a planet considering become part of the Federation.
But even Spock had his limits.
Perula, the high exulted ruler of the planet, had taken an extreme liking to Spock’s captain. And the captain also happened to be Spock’s husband. So seeing Perula’s hands all over Jim for the last several hours had become quite intolerable even for him. And when she had grabbed Jim’s arm and dragged him toward a private alcove, that had been more than enough.
He straightened from the wall.
“Spock,” Nyota hissed. “Where are you going?”
“After my mate.”
“The mission—”
Spock ignored her and went down the short hall to where Perula had taken his captain.
Sure enough Perula had her arms draped around Jim’s neck. But before Spock could say a word, one of Perula’s soldiers came from the other direction and pulled Jim viciously away from her and held him high up in the air.
“No!” Perula screamed. “Don’t hurt him. He’s—”
“Mine.” Spock moved forward just as the soldier tossed a crumpled Jim to the floor. Before the soldier could once more attack Jim, Spock pinched his neck. He bent down and lifted Jim off the floor and hoisted him over his shoulder.
Perula stared at them, mouth open. “But—
“I apologize, Exulted Ruler, but the negotiations are finished. Captain Kirk is my husband. I am taking him to the Enterprise.”
Spock waited in the medbay for Jim to open his eyes. McCoy had assured him that Jim was not seriously injured, just a bit battered and bruised.
“Hey,” Jim said, softly, wincing. “Ugh. Dude was a brute.”
“Perhaps next time you will think twice about flirting with the ruler of the planet.”
Jim smiled a little. “Well. You didn’t get hurt, did you?”
“No. But I was jealous.”
“You were?”
Spock nodded. “I admit I do not like anyone else touching you.” He let out a long breath. “Even casually. It is a problem.”
Jim reached for his hand and Spock took it, gratefully. “You don’t ever have to worry. I want no one but you. Forever and always.”
Spock closed his eyes and kissed Jim’s hand. “It is the same for me.”
“How long am I stuck here?”
“Overnight.”
“Damn.”
Spock walked over to the wall and pushed a button. Another panel came down doubling the size of the bed. McCoy had shown it to him earlier.
“Do not worry, my Jim. I am going nowhere.”
For this I used her birthday wish and also one of Jamie’s sentences that said “He’s Not Yours, He’s Mine” for inspiration.
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11 responses to “Eveningstar’s Birthday Flash”
Loved this! Possessive Spock is the best! ❤
and happy birthday Eveningstar!
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thank you!
And yes 🎂 Eveninstar
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Oh perfect and awesome! That’s what I love to see. You know how much I adore possessive Spock!
Happy birthday Eveningstar!
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thank you!
Happy Birthday Eveningstar 🎂
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Ok, so now I’m nosy about who the Dude was. Apparently he was a bit jealous too? That was awesome! Happy Birthday, Eveningstar! I’m so glad we get to share your birthday fic with you. 🎂🎁💝💐
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Yeah I imagined he was a jealous suitor of Perula!
Happy Birthday indeed to Eveningstar (I just like using the cake lol) 🎂
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Thanks for the Birthday flash, the Happy Birthday wishes and the birthday 🎂! Yum!
Poor Spock just unable to tolerate seeing his husband in the hands of a very hands on ruler. But it seems Spock isn’t the only one feeling possessive. Maybe the negotiations won’t be a total bust, after all. Loved the image of Spock hoisting Jim over his shoulder! 😉 Great ending too! It makes sense that the beds should expand. Not everyone, human and alien, fits the same size sleeping arrangements.
Thanks for this story and thanks to everyone for my happy birthday wishes.
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Oooo! Good point! It never crossed my mind that not everyone in the star trek world is skinny. I mean, if they had to treat a Gorn, the bed would need to be both wider and longer. You’re so smart! (But then we knew that already!)
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I’m heading out to dinner soon-ish. We’re going to a Cuban restaurant in not happening and then to a place called Ink, about the rise of Rupert Murdoch .
Just listening to music, and found this very Spirky song. It’s by poets of the fal Called sweet escape .
Sharing it here.
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Typos a plenty ^ we are going to a Cuban restaurant in Manhattan. & going to a play called Ink.
My iPhone has a bad habit of auto correcting after it initially spells and writes words correctly.
Idk!!!
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Enjoy your night out!
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