Yes I do indeed include candy in my Easter baskets and not tofu. Not jelly beans though as I do not like them.
Different plans, I realized after my post that Maybe, Probably only needs two chapters to be finished, so today I updated that instead of my original plan, so expect the last chapter of that this week. Yay! I’m happy to be finishing another one.
Hello friends
Last week’s flash fic was a Mirror flash. I do love to include those sometimes. This coming Friday I get a little…odd. Or do I? You will decide.
Then that only leaves one more scheduled for April. Which means I need to begin writing and scheduling May flashes!
As you know this weekend my Saturday was taken up by a four year old’s party. Sunday was chores and a bit of shopping.
Coming up this week in updates: My Heart’s a Virgin. Not sure how many more chapters I’ll have for this one. I want them a little more settled into life on New Vulcan before I say goodbye, but you can expect a wrap up on this one in the not too distant future. All I Ever Wanted. They are headed to New Vulcan to see what can be done for Jim, if anything, and to examine their damaged bond and perhaps repair it. If I can get to it, with everything else, a new chapter of Transfer Request will also appear.
This coming weekend is Easter. M and I have Friday off. His company gave it to them as a “spring” holiday and I just took it off as paid time off. On Easter we are going to the family’s house for a Lobster Easter dinner. I make baskets for everyone because I am a nerd.
I have now finished 3 chapters of the Pinto Regency, The Thought of You is Consuming Me, which is due to return to A03 on May the 5th.
Our warm spring weather has officially arrived. Hope yours has too.
Mirror Spirk is back
Jim came into their quarters to see Spock standing near their bed dressed in the flowing robes he generally preferred when not on duty.
Jim narrowed his eyes. “What are you up to?”
“I am obviously up to nothing, Captain.” Spock tried his best innocent Vulcan look.
Jim snorted. “Uh-huh.”
“What would you like to eat?”
He shook his head and pulled his gold crisscrossed shirt over his head. “Shower first.” He unhooked the sash that held his dagger and phaser from around his waist. “I’m dead tired and sore all over.”
He sat on the chair next to his desk to remove his boots all the while the Vulcan continued to watch him, a neutral expression on his face.
Jim sighed.
“Do you require a massage?”
“Later for that too.”
“Or…something else, perhaps?”
He snorted again. “Later.” Jim stood and unzipped his pants, shimmying out of them, turning his ass toward Spock to give him a show. When he turned back around he saw Spock’s hands flexing.
“Later.”
“If you insist on going commando—”
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No, Captain.”
Jim chuckled. “You’re so easy.”
Spock arched a brow. “I am not the one is easy.”
He smirked. “You complaining?”
“About the ease with which you give yourself to me? Hardly.”
Spock took a step forward.
Jim held up his hand. “Later. And do behave or it’ll be someone else I give myself to easily.”
Spock growled.
Jim just laughed and went into the bathroom for his shower. He turned it to water and stayed under the hot stream for long enough to jerk himself off twice. Damn Vulcan deserved it to take him forever to come later.
When he came back into their quarters in only his bathroom, Spock jumped.
“Adun, you-you—”
“What is it this time? Spock. I knew you were up to something.”
Spock withdrew a big ball of fluff from within his robes. It snapped its teeth at Jim.
“A tribble?”
“It is very soft,” Spock said defensively. “And it purrs because it likes me.”
Jim did that himself so he could hardly protest. “Look at those teeth.”
“He is tame, my love.”
“Sure, sure. A tame tribble. You and your pets, Spock. The last one ate all my chips and bit me.”
Spock nodded. “And he was eliminated for it. Clearly that type of creature does not do well in captivity.”
“And tribbles do?”
“Yes, Adun. He will not bite you. I promise.” Spock set the tribble down on the bed. “What do you wish to eat, my worshipped one?”
“You must be horny, you’re laying it on pretty thick. A turkey leg.”
Spock nodded and went to the synthesizer.
Jim eyed the tribble dispassionately. “What are you naming it?”
“I believe the tribble is female.”
He rolled his eyes. Spock handed him the big roasted turkey leg. He took a bite. “Fine. What are you naming her?”
“Portia.”
“Oh, for pity’s sake.” Jim went over to his chair and sat, hiking his leg up onto the desk so that his robe fell open, exposing his already hardening cock to Spock’s gaze. “She’s not going to watch, is she?”
“Of course not.” Spock began to rub the bulge in his crotch.
“No? Because she’s on the bed, chomping those evil teeth of hers staring at me and my leg. The turkey one that is.”
“I will cover her with the sheet.”
Spock’s gaze grew hotter as he approached where Jim sat. His hand slid up Jim’s leg.
The tribble chortled.
“Spock.”
The Vulcan sighed, turned and scooped up his pet. He walked over to the laundry chute, opened it up, and tossed her in. “Satisfied, Captain?”
He took another bite of turkey leg and smiled. “Not yet. But I’d better be.”
Bitter Frost is finished, as I weep bitterly. Yay, though, another one done.
As promised, next up are updates on The Swap and The Ties That Bind. After I have a breather that is. And perhaps multiple glasses of wine.
Carry on.
I am still plugging away on the last chapter of Bitter Frost. The above pictures will be posted on the last chapter as they were my inspiration for this story.
It’s taking me a while for this chapter because it needs to be absolutely perfect. As you know, if you’ve been around a while, I’d been planning this story for a long time. It took me a while to get it started, I posted it, got slammed by a troll, deleted it, cried myself to sleep over it, posted it again, and here we are. I’ve had this plan all along, what happened to 1950s Jim, that Spock would leave him, and make him forget, but it isn’t at all easy, and if it wasn’t for the final chapter I am writing, this story might go into the Sad Endings with The Strange Vulcan. But it won’t.
So, in the meantime, I can’t work on anything else. Stay tuned for it and the Friday Flash coming on the 12th.
Please bear with me as I work on the conclusion of Bitter Frost. I am not sure when I will post the next chapter. Perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow. It will depend on how much I can get done on it.
I had some days off from work so I am a bit swamped right now, though I do intend to write at lunch.
I am fasting today so I am grumpy!
Once Bitter Frost is finished (I have it listed as 3 more chapters but if I can get it done in 2, I will), I will probably update The Swap, before moving on to The Ties That Bind. But that is in the distant future right at the moment.
Coming up this Saturday is Aria’s 4th birthday party (friend’s grand niece), so we will be going to that. I am very underthrilled, but you do what you have to do, I guess.
It’s warm today. I mean seriously warm. Like 90. Sigh. Guess our cold weather and rain is done now. Supposed to be hit by severe wind tomorrow too.
No movie this week or next but after that I should get back into it. I have lots to watch at home, so it’s fine.
“How many days have you slept alone?”
Jim scowled at his friend. “This is the third day…night.”
Bones sighed. “You gonna apologize?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Course not.” Bones took a sip of his beer. “Still going to?”
“No!” Jim frowned. “I…don’t know where he is. Or-or anything.”
“What? He hasn’t been in touch for three days? That doesn’t seem like him.”
He shrugged. “Had a bad fight.”
Bones finished his beer and stood. “You contact —”
“No.”
“Want me to stay?” Bones asked, gently. “Or you want to come with me?”
“Nah.” Jim forced a smile. “Gonna do some studying and go to bed. See you tomorrow?”
When Bones left, Jim went for another bottle of beer, and then another. By the time he had stumbled to bed he hadn’t done any studying or even changed his clothes.
He woke in the middle of the night to a thud. He sat up, heart pounding. Was someone breaking in to the apartment? Shit. Jim tried to scramble out of bed but tripped on the tangle of blankets and sheets and fell flat on his face.
“Fuck! Ouch. Damn. That hurt.” He lifted himself up to his elbows and saw Spock standing in the doorway of the bedroom. “Are you breaking in?”
Spock arched a brow. “I live here.”
“What was that noise then?”
“I accidentally kicked the book bag you left by the door.”
“Oh.” Jim bit his lip and sunk back down to the floor in defeat. “Come to move your stuff out, huh?”
Spock sighed which had Jim lifting up to look at him again.
“Negative. But if you will recall the fight started because you left your book bag, grocery purchases, laundry, and—”
“Yeah, okay,” Jim mumbled. “I know. I’m a lazy slob.”
Spock stepped into the room and reached down to pull Jim to his feet. “You were drinking.”
“Bones was over and…yeah. I was.” Jim leaned against Spock. “Are you really back?”
“Are you apologizing?”
Jim waited a beat. “Yeah. Are you?”
“Affirmative.”
Jim drew back to look at Spock. Or at least as much as he could with Spock holding him pretty tight. “You are?”
Spock nodded. “Will you take me back?”
“I hate when we fight.”
“Me too.” Spock wrinkled his nose. “Let’s get you cleaned up. When did you last shower?”
“Uh…I don’t know?”
“Come. I will take care of you.”
Jim smiled and kissed Spock’s cheek. “You always do.”
“And I always will.”
