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  • Ramblings of the Week, December 26, 2017

    Well my friends I am sorry to have been missing in action the last few days. I didn’t even feel up to posting a Merry Christmas message on here.

    Friday, December 22, I got off work early. I was super excited because the people we usually have to spend Christmas Eve with were going away this year so I was expecting to have a terrific Christmas weekend with Milo watching movies, wrapping presents, having sex, just all good things.

    Then as I sat down to watch my first Christmas show that Friday evening, my cough suddenly came back with a raging vengeance. I got coughing so badly that I lost oxygen, I lost consciousness, and my laptop slipped to the ground. I became  aware again because Milo was in front of me freaking out and saying I’d had some kind of seizure.  I was convinced I didn’t and that it was just because of the cough. Somehow I convinced him not to take me to the hospital and I seemed okay.

    The next morning, Saturday the 23rd, I was a little weak but okay, and as he went to his garden I wrapped the rest of the Christmas presents I had to do, and then when he came back we went to the grocery store to finish up food shopping for Christmas etc.

    When we got back, we both started feeling kind of bad but I was worse. I went to bed early that night though I didn’t get much sleep because I couldn’t stop coughing.

    Christmas Eve morning, Milo got up and started the laundry (we do laundry on Sundays), and then brought me some tea to bed. I was feeling terrible and nauseous and I threw up phlegm. As he was sitting there with me I had another huge coughing fit and I started to have another fit where I acted like I was having a seizure. When I came out of it, he ordered me to get up and get dressed as we were going to the ER. I agreed, so we headed off to the ER. I was very weak  and wheezy and feeling horrible.

    They took me in quite fast and did some tests like an EKG (my heart is normal but my heartrate was up because of the albuterol I have been taking). The doctor came in and Milo told her what happened. She said since I wasn’t confused she didn’t think I had a seizure but rather this thing where you pass out/lose consciousness when oxygen doesn’t get to your brain when you are coughing really hard. It can cause the person to mimic seizure movements, the jerkiness Milo witnessed, and also I was going uh-uh-uh-uh during them. They only last a few seconds but for people like me with asthma it can happen (or COPD).

    The respiratory therapist came in and gave me a breathing treatment which really helped, they did blood tests, and a chest x-ray. Doctor came back in and said I had bronchitis so she was giving me a Z-Pack, and a huge huge dose of prednisone for my lungs. I have to be on the steroids for 25 days. She said the stuff I took before wasn’t strong enough and I needed to be on it for longer. So they gave me stuff in the hospital, and then I went off to the pharmacy for the rest. I am also going to be on a daily asthma med.

    After I got home I had three more of these coughing passing out “seizure” episodes. Milo starting feeling worse and worse and his throat started killing him. He went to bed before I did. I finally went to bed but I didn’t get any sleep because I could not stop coughing and the steroids were also keeping me up.

    Christmas, he felt even worse, but we headed off to the family with gifts. He stayed as long as he could, then went home to bed, to come back later in the afternoon. We made it through the day as best we could, with him wearing a mask so he couldn’t infect anyone.

    So we get home, and I am unloading gifts from the car, and the bag had tipped over on the drive home, and a small bottle of champagne I had gifted to him in his stocking, fell out and crashed to the pavement and literally exploded up at me, glass giving me a huge, deep crescent shaped cut on the top of my hand and another more shallow cut beside it. It hurt so bad. Still does, if you touch it. It’s really nasty and maybe it should have had stitches I don’t know.

    At that point I’d had enough, and we both called out sick for Tuesday. Milo woke feeling so bad he called his doctor and got an appointment right away. He has strep throat. So now he is on antibiotics too and he has to sleep in the spare room because I can’t be infected while taking the steroids because it lowers your immunity. So we are a complete mess and had such a crappy Christmas. I had such high high hopes.

    Needless to say my holiday stories are not complete, though I hope to work on them soon.

    Thank you my friends. Hugs.

     

  • CBH, Chapter 7

    CelebrateMeHome

     

    Beginning NSFW

    Chapter 7

    “T’hy’la?” Spock called out as he stepped into the frigid cold December day. It was just a couple of days until Christmas. And as Leonard and Nyota were busy bathing Oliver, Spock had noticed that Jim was nowhere to be seen.

    “Here, Spock.”

    He found Jim standing near the back porch, hands shoved into the pockets of his heavy coat, woolen hat pulled low over his ears. Snow flurries rained down on them.

    “Are you ruminating?”

    Jim laughed. “You got that from Bones.”

    “Perhaps.” He stepped up behind Jim and wrapped his arms around his middle and pulled him close. “Is something amiss, Jim?”

    “No, no. I just…wanted some air. Oliver’s cute, yeah?”

    “Indeed. Though at times he smells.”

    Jim’s laugh was a low, pleasing rumble. “I’m glad for him. Bones, I mean. He’s so excited and happy. I’ll miss them when they go back to Georgia.”

    Spock nodded. “As will I. You have already purchased Oliver enough that the doctor will require another suitcase when he leaves.”

    “I know. I got him one for Christmas.” Jim sighed. “Ever think about us, Spock?”

    “Clarify.”

    “Having a child. We could get a surrogate or whatever.”

    “I did not think you wished for children.”

    “Well. I don’t know. Not now. I mean, I waited forever to be with you, and yeah I know we’ve been together for a while now, but I want longer. Just you and me.” Jim fell silent for a moment. “Is that selfish?”

    “Negative. And I feel the same. I want to be with you to the exclusion of others.” Spock closed his eyes and cuddled Jim closer.

    “Mm. That’s nice. Are you sorry we invited Bones and Uhura?”

    “Sorry is not exactly the word I would use,” Spock admitted. “Though if it were just us I would not be disappointed.”

    “The holidays are supposed to be about spending time with family and friends.”

    “I do not celebrate the holidays.”

    Jim chuckled. “I know.”

    Spock smiled slightly. “It is pleasing to see our friends. And I acknowledge I cannot keep you to myself at all times.”

    “Nice thought though,” Jim said softly. “Maybe some day, down the line, we might consider getting a surrogate. I wouldn’t mind a little baby with pointed ears.”

    “Or stunning blue eyes.”

    “Both maybe. But not yet.”

    “There is plenty of time, T’hy’la, should we wish to pursue the idea.” Spock nuzzled the side of Jim’s face. “Jim?”

    “Yeah, honey?”

    “Why did you choose the frigid outdoors to ruminate?”

    His mate laughed again, a hearty, warm laugh that had Spock thinking wicked things even though it was not that long ago since he had moved within Jim’s body. Jim turned in his arms to face him and flung his arms around Spock’s next, kissing him, with snowflakes upon both their cheeks.

    “God, I love you so much,” Jim exclaimed against Spock’s lips, most illogically.

    “I return the sentiment though I am not entirely certain why I warranted such an enthusiastic declaration of your love.”

    “You’re just the cutest Vulcan ever is all.”

    “Could we not at least move onto the enclosed back porch?”

    Jim grabbed his hand and they made their way up the steps and Jim opened the door to the enclosed porch and the stepped inside.

    It was warmer.

    Barely.

    Spock pulled Jim over to a chair and he sat, pulling Jim down onto his lap.

    “Mm. This is nice. We can ruminate together.”

    “It is still cold.”

    “We won’t stay out here long,” Jim promised. He bit his lip. “But, um, do I feel you becoming aroused?”

    Spock blushed. “Perhaps. You are very tempting like this.”

    “Like what?”

    “Breathing.”

    He was rewarded with Jim’s richest, warmest laugh yet and Spock felt it all the way to his toes. He was in awe when Jim was like this. There was no other word for it. Spock could not suppress his feelings for this human no matter how he might try. And he did not even wish to do so.

    “We can’t do it out here,” Jim said.

    Spock arched a brow. “Can we not? We have before.”

    “Bones and Uhura could come out here at any moment. And as you pointed out, it’s cold.”

    “We will keep most of our clothes on.” Spock reached over to the chair beside Jim. “And we can have this blanket over us to help both with warmth and in case they come out to check on us.”

    “Spock, are you actually suggesting we copulate right here on the back porch in his chair?”

    Spock’s lips twitched. “Affirmative. You will have to remove more of your clothing, so we will cover you with the blanket.”

    “Damn horny Vulcan.” But he was grinning.  Spock knew Jim was just as eager as he was despite his protests.

    They removed Jim’s boots and then his pants as well as pulling Spock’s hard cock out from within the opening of his slacks, and then Jim straddled him. Spock pushed in slow and deep as he pulled the blanket around his mate to cover him.

    Perhaps he should make it fast and hurried, given they might get caught by their guests at any time, but Spock did not, instead choosing to thrust slow and rather calmly up into Jim, as Jim leaned down to kiss him.

    Spock kept on hand on Jim’s sharp hipbone to hold him there and the other he used to cradle Jim’s jaw as he moved up into him over and over.

    Jim was breathtaking like this, Spock mused, as he watched Jim’s face. Just watching Jim was enough to make Spock lose control. He brought their foreheads together, touching there, getting his mates thoughts, feelings, physical reactions. He never could get enough of being connected to Jim this way. Every way he could be and then some.

    “Spock,” Jim panted out, blue eyes meeting brown ones.

    Spock arched up into Jim as he wrapped his fingers around Jim’s erection, jerking him quickly now, no longer interested in going slow.

    They came together, their minds and bodies so in tune they could do nothing else, and the tremors afterward as they came down from their release wracked them for several minutes as Spock ran his hands on and down Jim’s back, soothingly.

    “Is it wrong to feel such lust for one’s mate?” Spock whispered, actually wondering if it was. If there was some part of him who could not be Vulcan no matter what. But then what if this part came from his Vulcan side?

    “Wrong? How could it be wrong?” Jim kissed him, fingers to fingers, soothing him in the way only Jim seemed able to do. “You’re my husband.”

    “I do not have control with you,” Spock admitted.

    Jim’s smile was the soft, amazing one he had only for Spock. “You don’t need to have control with me, ashayam.”

    Spock closed his eyes, letting the Vulcan word wash over him. Though Jim rarely spoke in Vulcan to him, Spock found it very pleasing when he did. His pronunciation was perfection.

    “Taluhk nash-veh k’dular, S’chn T’gai Spock.”

    It was like a gift and Spock tightened his hold on Jim.

    But after a while they both began to squirm as the cold air began to affect them even within the closed in porch and so Jim lifted off Spock with a kiss to his nose and began to re-clothe himself.

    Spock rather lazily redid the fastenings on his pants and pulled down his sweater.

    “We should invest in anti-bacterial wipes or something,” Jim joked.

    Just then they both turned at the sound of an arriving hover car. Spock, without even really thinking about it, immediately pushed Jim behind him, though Jim squawked in protest.

    But as they exited the enclosed porch they immediately saw it was friends.

    “Hikaru, Ben…Jaylah?” Jim exclaimed. The Sulus little girl, who was not so little anymore at about eleven, got out next.

    “Uncle Jim,” Demora exclaimed, running toward him and throwing her arms around his thick jacket.

    Good thing we were done.

    I had the same thoughts.

    “Hey pumpkin pie.” He looked at the adults. “What are you doing here?”

    “Sorry, Captain,” Sulu said. “When we heard about Leonard’s son, well, we couldn’t resist.”

    “We came to see the baby!” Demora said excitedly.

    Jim eyed Jaylah. “You too?”

    “Does that surprise you, James T?”

    “A little,” Jim admitted. “Everyone come on inside. It’s freezing out here.”

    Jim led them inside and Spock let them all precede him as they entered the warmth of the farmhouse.

    He had absolutely no idea where they would put them all. The farmhouse was decent sized but it was not a boarding house by any means and though Spock supposed it was a tiny bit illogical he began to resent all this merriment. He liked having Jim to himself.

    The holidays are all about friends and family, Spock.

    I know, Adun.

    Soft Christmas music was playing and as Hikaru and Ben and their daughter descended on the doctor, demanding turns to hold Oliver, Jaylah stood back, watching carefully, until Jim caught her attention and she began to speak with him.

    Nyota joined Spock, smiling.  “A little overwhelming for you?”

    Spock hesitated. “I know that it makes Jim happy. And the rest of you as well.”

    “But it does overwhelm you?”

    “Affirmative.”

    She rested her hand on his arm. “I’ll try to make sure you get alone time with Jim, don’t worry.”

    Spock watched as Jim gestured widely and laughed as he talked to their newest visitors. “He misses them.”

    “You had to know he’d miss command. It’s in his blood.”

    “Illogical,” Spock murmured.

    “Yes.” She laughed. “The question is, where are we going to put them all? Jaylah and Demora can room with me I guess. Ben and Hikaru with Leonard and Oliver?”

    Spock blew out a breath. “We will figure it out. It is only for a few days more.” Spock hoped.

    She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “It’ll be okay, Spock.”

    Nyota moved off to fuss over the baby with everyone else. Spock watched as Sulu pulled out box after box of brightly wrapped presents which Jaylah kept putting under their tree.

    And Jim…he moved toward Spock and Spock had to admit, he needed his T’hy’la’s presence just then.

    “Uh, sorry,” Jim said, putting his arm around Spock’s waist.

    “For what do you apologize?”

    “Well. All of this. I know you didn’t want any of this and now—”

    “It is not really that different than when we were on the Enterprise,” Spock admitted. “We did not get a lot of time to ourselves then either. Of course Oliver is new.”

    “He is. And so damn cute I want to eat him up.”

    Spock shook his head. Humans.

    “And it’s great having Demora too. She’s so excited to be here. I’ve never had Christmas with kids before.”

    “Nor have I.”

    Jim laughed. “Well, you never had Christmas before. I mean not much anyway. Before I forced you into it.”

    “You did not force me. I would participate in anything that pleases you.”

    Jim laughed and it was way too sexy. “I know that, honey.” He spoke low and winked and Spock found himself blushing.

    Ben game around holding a bottle of champagne and glasses and offering them up as he poured them and Jim and Spock both took one. They all did.

    Demora came to Jim again and shyly asked Jim to come sit with her. Spock remembered Sulu saying his daughter wanted to be in command in Starfleet someday and was a little enamored of Jim. Spock could understand that.

    Jim went with her willingly and they sat on the couch while she showed him her PADD and he looked at everything she showed him and commented a lot about it too. She was glowing.

    Leonard came next to Spock, holding Oliver. “You okay, Spock?”

    “Yes, doctor. May I?”

    Leonard smiled and handed him the six month old, who immediately smiled and reached for Spock’s ears. “He likes you. A lot.”

    “He has good taste.” Spock allowed himself to smile back at the boy. “Hello, Oliver. You are a lucky boy. You are surrounded by a family that will love you more than you ever thought possible. You are a child of two worlds. And I know something about that.”

    He caught Jim’s gaze who winked and Spock felt warm with love. And contentment.

    Perhaps Vulcans did not feel happy, but Spock…did.

    “Happy Holidays everyone,” Sulu called out.

    And they drank from their champagne.

    “Little one,” Spock said softly to Oliver. This time Oliver got a hold of Spock’s ears and pulled with rather a lot of glee which made his papa laugh.

    Spock did not mind.

  • Pictures from Universal

     

     

    Above you will see the Whoville Tree in day and at night and different colors. The Water World set, a Minion tree, the Frog Chorus from Harry Potter, Hogwarts during the day and then at night during their light show and the exit with the wreath and hanging lights.

  • Ramblings of the Week, December 18, 2017

    Where do I begin?

    To tell the story of how great a love can be.

    Oh sorry. When I was a kid we had an organ (not a liver or kidney, young people but sort of a cheesy piano) and that was one of the songs I played. Lord

    What a week. What a weekend. What a life.

    Busy busy.  Tonight I am meeting a friend for dinner to exchange gifts. Tomorrow, Tuesday, I will be at Universal Studios all day and night so I will be incommunicado. Wednesday more visits. Thursday too. Madness I tell you.

    I hope I can get writing done. Wish me luck.

    Not much else to say!

    xmas

  • CMH Chapter 6

    CelebrateMeHome

    Chapter 6

    First part of chapter is nsfw

    “Stop, Mister Grabby.” Jim swatted Spock’s hands away with a laugh. “If you start that, we’ll never get back downstairs.”

    Spock gave him a sly look. “Would that be so terrible, T’hy’la?”

    “Well, not to me, honey, but we do have guests. Whom we both invited. It might be rude to spend the whole time pawing at each other up here.”

    Spock drew him near, back plastered to Spock’s chest. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Jim’s shoulder where he had just recently sucked a mark. “It is your fault for being so enticing.”

    Jim chuckled. “And yours for being such a horny Vulcan.”

    “You were not complaining a short time ago,” Spock reminded him.

    “Oh, baby, I never would. I’ll never tire of making love with you.”

    “When we are both one hundred and fifty we will still be all over each other,” Spock whispered in his ear.

    “Now that’s a beautiful thought.”

    Spock turned Jim’s face toward him and ran kisses along his jaw. “You are not yet clothed, it would take no time at all to copulate one more time before going down.”

    Jim gasped as Spock’s hands slipped down to his briefs covered ass. “Well I—”

    Spock yanked them down to Jim’s knees. Jim closed his eyes, leaning back against Spock as he heard Spock lower the zipper of the pants he’s already dressed in.

    “Are you sure?” he moaned out. “You might soil your slacks.”

    “I will change them,” Spock assured him. He rubbed his erection along the crease of Jim’s ass.

    “Ah, fuck.”

    He was impaled on Spock’s slicked cock, Spock sliding in easily after their recent activities.

    It was a slow, steady joining, Spock thrusting in carefully like they had all the time in the world. He held Jim easily to him with one hand on his hip and the other wrapped around Jim’s now aching cock. His mouth and teeth latched onto the pulse point of Jim’s throat, no doubt marking him further, but neither of them cared. Spock liked marking Jim as his and Jim liked being marked.

    Jim kept his own noises to just heavy pants this time so as not to make quite as much of a spectacle of themselves, but it was hard, because Spock was expertly nailing his prostate and stroking his dick until Jim could barely contain his mewling, shuddering self.

    “Adun,” Spock groaned as his pumps began to speed up. His grasp on Jim’s erection tightened, jerking Jim frantically until Jim couldn’t take it anymore. He cried out as he came with a burst of cum splattering the wooden floor in front of him. Only moments later, Spock filled him with his own release.

    Jim sagged against him. “Do we have to take another shower?”

    “No, my Jim, we will simply…wash off.”

    “Your sex drive, man.” He shook his head and straightened up and away from his Vulcan. “How did I survive Pon Farr?”

    “Very well indeed,” Spock replied with some amusement. He was eying Jim with undisguised admiration.

    “I’m cleaning up and getting dressed in the bathroom,” Jim announced as he rolled his eyes. “Sheesh.”

    “Perhaps that would be wise.”

    ****

    They made it down the stairs, both of them, twenty minutes later. Bones and Uhura were still in the kitchen working on baking. Freshly baked cinnamon rolls were laid out on the dining room table and they had, apparently, moved on to sugar cookies.

    Jim smiled and approached Bones. “Love the flour in your hair.”

    “Oh bug off.”

    Jim laughed. “Smells good.” He went to refill his coffee mug from before.

    The doorbell rang.

    “What the hell? We’re all here so—”

    He set the mug down on the counter and headed for the front door. Spock was right behind him. He opened the door to a stranger.

    “Got the wrong house?” Jim guessed.

    The man, an older white haired man, frowned. “I am looking for Leonard McCoy. My information is that he’s staying here.”

    Bones suddenly appeared behind Jim. “I’m Leonard McCoy. ”

    The man nodded. “AJ Sorenson. I have news of your wife—”

    “Ex-wife.”

    “Hm. Anyway, as I was saying there was an accident. An explosion and Jaidou was killed.”

    Bones sucked in a breath.

    Jim stepped close and put his hand on Bones’ shoulder. “Bones.”

    AJ Sorenson continued, now holding up a PADD. “Your wife provided in your will that you were to receive full custody of the child arising from—”

    Bones made a strangled sound. “Excuse me. What?”

    Sorenson turned around and spoke to someone. “Bring the child.”

    A woman, an Orion herself stepped forward, holding a bundled infant. She handed the infant to Sorenson who held it toward Bones.

    “This is your son with Jaidou.”

    Bones stared at the baby, who was about six months old and lightly green. “But…she never…what?”

    Sorenson shrugged. “Apparently because of the demise of your marriage she didn’t alert you to her condition. Her Orion family will not care for the child in any event, so you, as his next of kin, are responsible now.” He placed the baby into Bones’ arms who held him like he might break.

    Jim moved close. “Oh, my God. He’s so cute.”

    Bones’ eyes filled with tears. “What’s his name?”

    “Oliver,” Sorenson said. “Oliver McCoy. If you will excuse us, we would like to be on our way, before the snowstorm starts.”

    Bones only had eyes for the baby. He just nodded. The woman handed Jim a bag.

    “These are his things. There is a PADD that has all his legal information,” she said, then followed after Sorenson.

    “Holy smokes,” Jim breathed.

    Bones was rapidly blinking his eyes. “I-I have a son. A baby son.”

    “He is beautiful, Leonard,” Spock said softly.

    Jim glanced at Spock and smiled, then back to the infant. “Talk about life changing.”

    “Yeah,” Bones said. He gave a watery laugh. “I can’t believe I didn’t know.”

    Jim leaned in and touched his finger to the baby’s tiny little hand. Oliver. He stared at Jim in wonder. “Hi little guy. I’m your Uncle Jim.”

    “Wow,” Uhura said, coming over from the kitchen. “He is so cute! Oh, Leonard. What a wonderful gift. But it sure seems like Jaidou had more secrets than even you knew.”

    “Yeah.”

    “Perhaps it would be wise to close the front door and bring Oliver into the warmth of the house,” Spock said as he went over to close the still open front door.

    Jim went to him and put his arm around Spock’s waist, drawing him near. “Well, now this is shaping up to be quite the grand celebration. Wouldn’t you say?”

    “Indeed.”

    “I’ll have to get more things for him,” Bones said as they all moved out of the hallway toward the delicious smelling, warm kitchen.

    “That’s going to be one spoiled boy,” Uhura said with a grin. “We can all go shopping tomorrow.”

    Bones was transfixed as his son grabbed onto his finger and smiled toothlessly at him. “Coochie coochie coo.”

    Spock frowned. “Coochie coochie coo, Jim?”

    “Um, yeah, honey. It’s, um, sort of baby talk.”

    “Baby talk?”

    “Never mind. Weird human stuff.”

    Spock arched a brow and then nodded, moving off to make himself tea.

  • Brief Update

    stxmas

    You will see that I managed to update two non-Christmas stories this week. Young and Beautiful and Unbonded.

    I got my chapter for Celebrate Me Home done quite early this week and that freed me up to work on the two oldest WIPs (meaning the longest time updating them)

  • Rambling of the Week, December 11, 2017

     

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    The above picture sums up this last week for us here. That’s the smoke from the Thomas fire. Yes it is as bad as it looks.

    This week has been hell for Southern California with the winds and fire. People lost their homes and several animals perished. Schools had to close simply from smoke permeating the air.

    Trust me when I say I was jealous of everyone else’s snow.

    For the next week we are supposed to stay in the low 80s and high 70s. It’s supposed to be 70 on Christmas. We never get freezing cold in December but damn…sigh.

    Hard to believe it but it’s now two weeks until Christmas.

    As before my concentration is on the holiday stories and just chilling really.

    Someone left a comment on The Life You’re Given that I should say in the description that it’s incomplete or abandoned. Well it already says that in the description, so um, yeah. Although it doesn’t say “abandoned” because it’s not. I hope to begin writing on it again in 2018.

    That’s about it for me this week.

    xmas2

     

  • CBH Chapter 5

    CelebrateMeHome

     

    Chapter 5

    Nyota was neither the first one off the shuttle nor the last. She exited precisely in the middle of the crowd of arrivals. Somehow Spock found this entirely logical for what he knew about Nyota.

    She’d cut her hair a little since the last time he had seen her, though it was still long enough for her to wear it in a ponytail, as she mostly preferred. She wore a thick down jacket in red, which admittedly was her color, and jeans with boots up to the knee. She carried with her a small bag, presumably of clothes and other things she would need while staying at the farmhouse until the New Year.

    She headed immediately toward where he stood, greeting him with a soft smile. “Spock! Is it okay if I hug you?”

    “Of course, Nyota.”

    She embraced him, arms going around his upper back. “You look really good,” she declared. “Life on the farm must agree with you.”

    “Perhaps,” he said agreeably, as she released him.

    “Or life with Jim.” Her smile widened. “He makes you happy.”

    “I am more content than I ever thought I would be,” Spock said as he took her bag from her.

    “I can carry that you know.”

    “As can I,” Spock said as he led the way out of the shuttle bay. “It has turned quite cold as you will no doubt recognize for yourself.”

    They got into the hover car and left the parking area.

    She was studying him carefully. “You have a…”

    “What?” He glanced at her.

    “You have a smudge of something on your face, near your right cheek.”

    “Oh.” Spock wiped at his face, trying not to blush, for he suspected it was some sexual fluid from his recent copulation with Jim.

    “Jim didn’t mind me coming here?”

    “Why would he?”

    She rolled her eyes and looked out the window. “He and I have something of a history. Thanks mostly to each of our histories with you.”

    “Does it make you uncomfortable?”

    “No. I was just worried it might make Jim uncomfortable.”

    “He has not expressed such reservations.”

    “Hmm. I don’t know that he would. Anyway, I’m here now. And I’m happy to be.” She shrugged. “And anyway, he won in the end.”

    “I do not think of myself as a prize,” Spock replied with the rise of an eyebrow.

    “Well, I know you aren’t. I’m just saying I imagine he’s going to continue to be quite magnanimous with me.”

    Spock frowned slightly. “If there was a problem with you coming I am puzzled as to why you initiated the idea.”

    “Because I was being thoughtless I guess. I just wanted to see you so much, I didn’t really think about Jim’s feelings.”

    “He is very fond of you, Nyota.”

    She smiled. “I’m fond of him too. And I know I’m just being silly.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I guess I miss Scotty.”

    “His assignment on the Excelsior is temporary.”

    “I know. I still miss him. And the fact that my ex has a hot husband who he can’t keep his hands off of doesn’t help.” She laughed. “I’m jealous.”

    “I was given to understand that your romantic inclinations had—”

    “Spock!” Nyota smacked his arm. “Not of you that way. Just being happily coupled, while my sweetie isn’t even here. And I feel bad for Leonard, too.”

    “His divorce is unfortunate but Jim has been keeping his spirits up, as he words it.”

    Nyota sighed. “I wish he’d never gotten together with that stupid Orion woman.”

    “It is illogical to wish for something that cannot be changed.”

    “Humans are illogical. Both Jim and I have told you that. No doubt he misses Joanna, too. How old is she now? Seven?”

    “Eight.”

    Spock pulled the hover car down the long dirt road leading to their farmhouse. He could see the farmhouse now and saw the rise of smoke from the chimney, which meant that Jim had started a fire in the hearth.

    “It looks so cute! Like an old time gingerbread house or something. All those Christmas lights. Did Jim do that?”

    “With Leonard’s help, yes. They worked on it for most of the day yesterday.”

    “You guys sure did a lot of work on it.” She shot him a glance. “It doesn’t look like a place he only wants to live in for six months, Spock.”

    “Yes, I am aware. But he has committed to six months on New Vulcan and he will keep his promise.”

    “And then?”

    Spock shrugged. “I will follow wherever he wishes to go.”

    He stopped the hover car and they both got out.

    “God, it really is cold,” Nyota said. “I hope it’s warm inside.”

    “I am certain it will be.”

    As soon as he opened the door into the house, they were both hit by a rather delicious warmth and the smell of cinnamon. And the sight of a Christmas tree which Jim and Leonard were currently decorating with a variety of ornaments in all shapes, sizes, and colors. It was already lit up with multi-colored lights.

    “When did you have time to go out and get a tree?” Spock wondered.

    Jim grinned. “Oh, I didn’t. I pulled this up from the basement. It’s artificial. I don’t like to kill living things and I remembered when Bones was making cinnamon rolls earlier that this old tree and decorations were down there somewhere and…wa la!”

    Jim moved away from the tree and over to where Spock stood with Nyota.

    “It’s great to see you again, Ny,” Jim said as he enveloped her in a hug.

    “You too.”

    “I’m glad you’re staying with us.” He turned to Spock and touched Spock’s fingers. “You’re both frozen. Take those coats off and come by the fire.”

    Jim looked freshly showered and he was dressed in sweatpants and one of Spock’s own sweaters, a powder blue one, that looked amazing with Jim’s eyes, and Spock could not help but appreciate greatly that he had chosen to dress in Spock’s clothing. For some reason, it was quite arousing.

    Spock removed his out wear and hung both his and Nyota’s coats as she went to greet Leonard. It was then that he noticed the menorah on the mantle. He arched his brow at his mate.

    “I doubt you had that down in the basement.”

    Jim laughed and tugged Spock to him to gaze both at the tree and the menorah. “No, I got this the other day when we went into the city. I know you and your family didn’t really celebrate any Earth holidays, but your mother’s background was Jewish, so I thought it might be nice, you know, to acknowledge it. Hell, even growing up, I wasn’t religious or anything myself. Christmas is just, well, kind of fun. Or it was until the asshole ruined it anyway.”

    Spock knew the “asshole” was Frank, Jim’s stepfather. He rarely called him anything else besides the “asshole.”

    “I appreciate the sentiment with the menorah,” Spock replied. “And you are right, Mother didn’t celebrate Earth traditions, having fully integrated to life on Vulcan, but it is nice to have the reminder of Mother. I believe she would have thought highly of your thoughtfulness.”

    Jim searched his eyes. “I wish I had known her.”

    “As do I,” Spock said quietly. “She would have been very fond of you.”

    Jim held up something over their heads and leaned into Spock for a lengthy kiss.

    “Fake mistletoe,” Jim murmured when they finally ended the kiss.

    “You are quite fetching in my sweater,” Spock whispered.

    “Okay, can it you two. Nyota and I don’t want to watch you go at it on the couch or something. Anyway, the cinnamon rolls I slaved over are ready.”

    Jim winked at Spock and pulled him along toward the kitchen. Leonard passed out coffee to Jim and himself and tea to Spock and Nyota. Then he thrust lumpy looking cinnamon rolls at each of them.

    Spock waited for Jim to take a bite first.

    “Well.” Jim smiled. Glanced at Spock and Nyota. Then back to Leonard. “This, um, these are, they have an, um, there’s a flavor—”

    Nyota popped some of hers into her mouth. “Oh, Leonard. Throw these away.”

    “What?!”

    She laughed and patted him on the arm. “I’ll show you how to make cinnamon rolls that taste great.”

    “But I followed a recipe,” Leonard protested.

    “You forgot the main ingredient. Love.”

    Leonard made a gagging noise but Nyota just laughed and tossed out his cinnamon rolls. Spock felt fortunate to have missed tasting them.

    Jim leaned in close. “Come on. Maybe we can sneak away for a bit while they are baking. You look like you could use a shower.”

    Spock swallowed as he stared into Jim’s eyes. “Yes. A shower. I am quite dirty.”

    “They’re going to go fuck,” Nyota said to Leonard.

    “I know it.” Leonard scowled. “This has been going on for days. I left earplugs in your room. You’re going to need quite the supply.”

    She giggled and Spock allowed Jim to drag him upstairs, with his cheeks aflame, but nevertheless, he did need that shower.

  • Ramblings of the Week, December 04, 2017

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    Hello my friends.

    I am doing okay. Busy in life and busy at work. It’s a little stressful, not going to lie. Still have my cough too. It’s better but by no means gone.

    This week I am going to attempt to see The Man Who Invented Christmas as I was forced to skip it last week due illness.

    I’ve gotten a good jump on my Christmas shopping.

    As I declared before my main focus is my two holiday stories. I hope to get further on my other Christmas story this week. Everything else is still on hold. It has to be as I am stressed as it is.

    I’ve got parties and get-togethers coming up as well as an amusement park visit later this month and a special dinner. December isn’t terribly relaxing for me. Never has been.

    Hope everyone has a good week and takes some time for themselves.