For the next few months, at least, there will be a bit of a change to the blog. Don’t worry, flashes are not going away.
The change is very simply, that there will be flashes Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays going forward until such time I change my mind. In the meantime there might be less ramblings or other stuff on here as my energies are focused on staying well and keeping everyone entertained.
Thank you and be well.
“Spring is in the air,” Jim declared, as he walked beside Bones on the way to breakfast. They’d left their dorm about ten minutes ago.
“Spring is it?”
“Spring and love.”
Bones snorted. “I may throw up.”
“Well, maybe not love. But babies. Lots of babies. That’s what spring is known for.”
“What the hell, Jim. You’re even more annoying than usual. What got you on the sunny side of the bed this morning?”
“Well…” Jim stopped at the restaurant where they intended to have breakfast. “Bones, remember when I said I had the absolute best date last night?”
“Uh-Huh. You were kind of sappy and doey-eyed.”
Jim shoved his shoulder. “Shut up. The point is, everything went so incredibly perfect.”
“Yeah, yeah, you got laid.”
He laughed. “I did, yeah. And it was spectacular.”
“Jim—”
“My date from last night is meeting us here.”
“Oh swell.”
“I wouldn’t have even come home except you and I had already planned breakfast together and well, he didn’t exactly want to let me go, entirely, so I…”
Bones frowned. “This better not be Gary Mitchell.”
“Uh. Nope.” Jim pushed open the door of the restaurant. He could see that his date was already there waiting at a table. And he stood when Jim and Bones entered. Jim grinned.
Bones followed his gaze. “Oh crap. Professor Spock?”
Spock had only eyes for Jim, Jim could see that and he didn’t mind. Not one bit. He met Spock’s outstretched hand, touching his fingers to Spock’s.
“Like I said, Bones…”
“Spring and love is in the air,” Bones said, sarcastically. “At least there won’t be any babies!”
So, what’s going on? I’m home today as I have today and tomorrow off work. I have to go back into the office on Wednesday and Thursday as we are “exempt” from the stay at home thing and I don’t have my laptop yet. My plan for those days is to scan my files electronically so that when I do get my laptop I have the necessary files to work at home. I honestly thing this stay at home thing is going to go through at least May. We shall see.
Watched Contagion last night. I’ve seen it before, years ago, when it was out, but man, it’s so similar to what’s happening now I think it was a mistake to watch it. It’s like a horror film really.
I am almost up to the 6,000 words for the Bang story. I plan on getting it to that point today. I am at 5,000 now. Once I reach the 6,000 I will get the next chapter of The Carrier up. Boy do we all need Spirk distractions right now!
Then it’s on to Just When I Needed You Most. So we will see what I can get done.
I have asthma so I am not going to lie, I’m concerned. I feel good. No fever or anything. But I am…still a little concerned. I will stay as safe as I can be.
I hope that you will too.
Spock woke in a bed that was not his own. For a moment, he could not wrap his mind around it. Even before he fully opened his eyes, fully regained consciousness, the scent of the one he shared the bed with alerted him to the other occupant.
Jim.
A flood of memories flashed before him, him on his stomach, fisting the sheets, his captain rising above him, pounding and pounding. His body releasing a powerful orgasm. Jim whispering endearing words.
At the moment, Jim still slept, though Spock’s leg was entwined with his. Spock stared at the back of Jim’s head, and as though Jim woke because of that, his captain suddenly stiffened, turned around in the bed and faced Spock for the first time since they’d become…lovers.
“Spock.”
He put his hand on Jim’s heart, felt the increased beat. “Jim.”
A lot has happened this afternoon and it’s a little crazy.
Might delete the fic I just posted. We will see. I’m feeling weird. Not sick.
I didn’t mention it except today, but my niece was pregnant with her second baby. Last time the baby was born several weeks premature. Paige is fine now and two years old. Her mother had preeclampsia.
Her second baby was due in April, but she had the preeclampsia again. So when her blood pressure shot too high they took her in today.
Everything’s been crazy and I didn’t think to mention any of it until we found out she went in today. I thought it was kinda cool she would come on Kris’s birthday.
Anyway, she was born today as Audrey.
I had to get on WW by virtual meeting tonight and it was…interesting. But stressful. Because at the same time Los Angeles (where I work, not live) decided to take that moment to announce stricter guidelines that businesses must cease operations at least until April 19th. I now don’t know what that means for my job. I haven’t got my laptop yet, it’s just been ordered. So, it’s all a mess. Health Care operators are listed as exempted, but not sure if insurance applies.
Now I am stressed to the max, so…yeah.
Not going to allow comments here because I really don’t know what there is to say. Just..life is strange right now.
Take care of yourself and yours.
Be safe…
Written well before all of the happenings….
Spock straightened from his station as he became aware of the little huff of breath coming from the captain’s station. He became somewhat alarmed when he watched as the captain sagged deep into the chair, almost to the point he would surely fall off.
“Captain?” Spock approached out of concern.
“Uhh.” Jim kind of undulated up and gave Spock a rather incomprehensible look.
“You do not look well.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Spock withheld a sigh. “I suggest I escort you to the medbay. Your shift has ended anyway,” he pointed out.
Jim did accompany him to onto the turbolift, but once inside he acted predictably. “I’m not going to the medbay, Spock. I’m fine. Nothing that a long hot water shower won’t fix.”
“You do not look well,” he repeated.
“So you said. I know all of this is very new between us but that’s not the way to win my heart.” He was smiling crookedly. Spock assumed, to indicate he was joking. Humans were fond of joking and Jim in particular.
It was indeed new between them. Two nights ago, after a heated argument, they ended up having rather wild, intense sex. Tonight was to be their first planned date. No doubt why the captain refused to go to the medbay.
The turbolift doors opened onto the deck with their quarters and Jim got out. Spock followed. He followed Jim right into the captain’s quarters.
Jim merely glanced at him and started pulling off his uniform shirts. “I have to get a shower before our date, Spock.”
“Captain, considering you are unwell, I surmise that our date is…off.”
At that, Jim froze and frowned at him. “What? What do you mean off? This is supposed to be like the official start.”
Spock went to him and put his hands on Jim’s arms. “Jim, considering the last two night’s activities we have engaged in, I believe our official start has already come to past.”
“Yes, but…”
“Ashal-veh, my concern is for your welfare and you are not feeling well. I can plainly see.”
Jim deflated before his eyes. “I wanted it to be perfect.”
“Any time spent with you is, as far as I am concerned. If you do not wish to be subjected to the medbay, may I suggest you prepare for bed, get in, and allow me to tend to you. Doctor McCoy can make a ‘house-visit’ as they say.”
Jim blew out a breath. “I do feel kind of crappy. I’m sorry.”
“You owe me no apology. I am sorry that our plans have been postponed. However, I am pleased to be able to spend time with you anyway I can.”
Jim smiled. “You’re almost perfect.”
Spock raised a brow. “Almost?”
“Close to it.” Jim sagged against him. “You win. I’ll get into bed.”
And Jim turned to get into his pajamas, which were little more than shorts and a beat up, stained T-shirt. Once he had done so, Spock stepped forward and helped him get into bed, even fluffing up his pillows.
“You feel warm. Perhaps a fever?”
“Maybe. Are you going to be bored in here with me like this?”
Spock shook his head. “No. I will work on reports and labs. But first the doctor will come to check on you.”
“Do I have to?” Jim asked, jokingly.
“I am afraid so.” Spock brushed his fingers along Jim’s. “I will bring you tea.”
“Thanks. For, you know, everything.”
“Rest, Jim. I will take care of you.”
Always.
Jim woke to the feel of a heavy leg overlapping his. Suddenly he was wide awake and staring at the wall next to his bunk, eyes wide, heart thundering.
Wait. What?
Things had returned to normal after they’d dealt with the whole Babel conference, including dropping off all the ambassadors, Spock’s parents included.
He’d been playing chess and then…
Jim turned on the bed, facing the owner of that leg, who was staring at him with wide dark eyes and messy brown bangs.
“Spock,” he whispered. His gaze went to the string of sucked bruises on Spock’s pale chest.
Spock placed his hand over Jim’s heart. “Jim.”
Well…Happy Saint Patrick’s Day, I guess
I’ve got nothing else, really. I am working at work for now. Most of the building is working from home. Not me. And that’s fine.
The news and the situations are constantly changing. So…I guess all I can say is stay safe.
There are three flashes in a row this week as there’s one on Thursday for Kris’ birthday.
I am working on another song one-shot but have barely started. I’m going to continue to work on my bang story too but it may be canceled or I may withdraw and just post it on my own. We will see.
Anyway, this too shall pass. I hope.
Stay say and well, my friends. I promise to keep posting Spirk and other stuff as time allows.
This story makes me cry for the reasons I put in my comments earlier, but she is also just too sweet for words https://abc7.com/society/family-celebrates-womans-100th-birthday-outside-nursing-home/6017604/
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 