[Massive Beach Party Thread!] -- [Everyone]

[kirktastic]

Communication to All

Your oh so lovely Captain has reserved an entire bar for our use for our final night on Risa! You can get the position of it from the attached file. Nice little place, tucked up on the beach and right up against the waterline, full bar with everything you can imagine! I'll be seeing you all around sunset!


[OOC: This thread can run as long as we need it too, far past the 'end' of Risa Saturday night. Feel free to post anywhere, there's no order, who gives a damn about how the thread looks, just HAVE FUN!]

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[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

"They are the points where the chemistry of your nervous system may be most easily altered with the least pressure. The meld still contains a physical element, though it may not feel as such."

The hand now in its proper position, or near enough for their purposes, Spock brought it to touch his face, his eyes locked with Jim's while he did so. Then he brought his own hand up to Jim's face, his fingers smoothly finding and pressing into the meld points with ease. The electricity already tingled beneath his fingers before he uttered the ritual phrase,

"Wanimo kae k'yanimo kae." Vulcan. As if the experience couldn't be anymore foreign to Jim without him using it.

His mind was, unsurprisingly, not too different from that of his counterpart's. Corridors and doors that all looked the same and curved off into the distance, vaulted ceilings and dark stone walls. Yet, here, in this meld, Spock was not hidden in the recesses of his mind, but standing right there next to Jim in this wide hallway.

The image of him flickered between several uniforms, something with a grey-white long-sleeved shirt, the black uniform he wore at the Academy, the blue-black uniform he wore on the ship...and then settled on the all-black, the collar done up properly, the fabric pressed and ready for the day of dealing with cadets and bureaucracy. Spock looked down at himself, pulling at the top jacket slightly. "Still." There was some mild disappointment, either in his voice or radiating from the world around them.

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A bit of a shaking breath left Kirk as his fingers came into contact with Spock's face, the incredibly warm flesh against his fingertips. It only increased to a definite tingle as Spock mirrored him, their eyes staring into each other.

Then those words. Then, the rush.

That rush was something he was starting to get used to in a weird sort of way. Falling simultaneously away from and into his body, then appearing somewhere. At least this was somewhat familiar.

Like Spock, Kirk appeared in very different clothing. It was an odd mixture that somehow looked right on him like it would on no one else. Jeans, the gold-over-black of the captain's uniform, and a leather jacket. Kirk blinked slowly, looking to Spock, and swallowed. Shit, that black looked good on the Vulcan. Instructors uniform?

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Yes. Spock cast an appraising look over Jim's odd outfit, noting the jacket and the command gold, and may have been smirking again. Not so much the expression on his face (though there was that), but just the general feel of the area, the press of proto-emotions and smug appreciation in the air.

Shall we walk? He motioned forward to the long corridor extending in front of them.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Unsurprisingly kind of boring in here. Kirk grinned just a little before nodding. He walked along with Spock, trying to figure out what that odd sense of smugness was about.

Of course he didn't glance out of the corner of his eye at Spock in that well fitted surprisingly tight instructor's uniform. Nope, not at all.

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Why does my mind have to be decorated with the fantastical when reality is already distracting as it is? Though the same emotional press was still around them, it was dialed down slightly to be less distraction against his vocalized thoughts. He knew, of course, that Jim was looking at him, as he was aware of anything and everything that happened in his mind. Jim wasn't exactly being subtle about it, either.

The doors they walked by were all labeled, sometimes with several names that went down the length of the door and--if one stared hard enough at it--these also tended to change.

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Somehow I just doubt my mind is anything like this. Kirk muttered, slowing just a step to get a nice look at Spock's ass. He grinned to himself and pulled his eyes away, almost okay with this. It was fucking weird to be sure, but not... bad. Not like the others.

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Jim. He paused then, hands clasped neatly behind his back as he turned to look at him. At the moment, Spock was less Jim's first officer and more like the instructor that had stepped down at the hearing before the Narada incident, composed and all-knowing and quite self-confident indeed. Must you always be so distracted by physical characteristics?

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Erk. Shit. Kirk gave a look to Spock, hesitated only a moment before laughing. He shrugged just slightly, Not distracted. I'm admiring the view.

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Something you never fail to do. It was completely expected of course, this was Jim even though this was Jim in his mind (what an odd situation, he noted to himself). He half-turned away from him, beginning to walk up the hallway again. While it seemed to go on forever, and curved into what it probably a longer hallway, the side architecture began to change slightly, with larger doors of marked importance. Why the jacket? The jeans he can understand in a limited sense, the command gold as well, but not so much the jacket.

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I am who I am. Kirk said with a shrug, then looked down at himself and the jacket. He slowly slid his fingers over it, trying to ponder out Spock's question.

Honestly, I don't know. I've had this jacket since I got h... since I turned fifteen or so. It was huge on me, won it from some biker fuck. Its in my closet right now on the ship.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

The profanity was, in the least, incongruous with his mind. He didn't quite cringe at it, but the air pressed around them briefly, as if to cleanse its residue from his mental halls. It is...interesting. He still admitted, because in ways he would never expound, leather used in Terran garments fascinated him in some respects.

They came to a large door, impossible to move in a place with any real physics but easily shouldered open by Spock. The hall was somewhat familiar, though strangely easily accessed--it carried his sky, or rather, the piece of the sky that he had received from his counterpart. It's smaller, denser, and less clear than the original that Jim's seen, though on the edges of it there are those that are...true stars, straight from him to the people who were their origins. They were easy to define, bright and large points of light, apart from the substitute that took up most of the darkness above them.

See, Jim. I am not alone.

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Kirk just stared very slowly around him, amazed. It was absolutely beautiful, golden and light. He stepped forward, just a little, trying to match it to the feelings he had held in him.

Spock, this... this is... amazing... He breathed out, grinning like a mad thing. He had never seen it full and bright like this and had time to pay attention in the other Spock's mind.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

I have my counterpart to thank for the majority of it. Standing next to Jim, he lifted his hand to gesture to the broad, dense cluster of stars, fainter individually than the bright spots. That is his Vulcan. Earlier, perhaps he might have been melancholy to think of it as simply a replacement of what he had loss before, but now he had grown accustomed to it, drew strength from it, rather than being caught in the depth of his own tragedy.

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Kirk was silent for several long moments, but then he smiled softly, I was serious, you know. I want... I want the crew to be your new sky. Even if we have to build it star by star...

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His hand returned to fold with the other behind his back again, and he looked at Jim. He searched his face, studying for how genuine the statement was, despite the fact that if he lied in this meld, Spock would know.

Jim. This vocalization was quiet. Not replacing his sky, but creating a new one. He had never heard such a thing, but after this week, had enough experience to believe it may be, at least, possible. This meld supported that, too.

You do not know the magnitude of what you say. Yet... He looked down at the ground, smooth black obsidian below their feet. Your efforts are not unappreciated.

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Kirk stepped forward and slid a finger under Spock's chin, making him look up. You think magnitude of anything ever stopped me? He tilted his head, smiling. Here, without knowing how to defend himself in any fashion, it was just... Jim.

Perverted, as always, but with a deeper core of a certain sense of sweetness. Honesty, blunt as usual. Don't care. We'll do it. Together, or with Spock, or whatever.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock would have thought that because they were in the meld, not even a physical realm with their bodies just mental manifestations, that it would not have been so electric. This simple touch, coaxing him to look up into those blue eyes (that were more intense here, he was certain), Jim saying these things he didn't understand under these stars, and that the red-gold thread was probably growing and growing against his better wishes...

He brought his hand up to touch his index finger and his thumb over Jim's wrist, gently pulling it down, substituting one touch for another. His gaze held on the hand, examining the curve of his fingers, the rise and the dip of his first knuckles. ...why do you do this?

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Kirk slowly brought up Spock's hand and sighed against it a little. He was smiling, almost sadly. Because I don't want you to be alone. Was all he said, his eyes closing.

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He tensed as the hand was brought up, so close, too close, but relaxed as the motion stopped before the touch could go anymore than fingertips against his skin, a thumb pressed into his palm and fingers on the back of his hand.

Why, Jim? He asked him again, looking for an answer that made more logical sense. Your mind is independent from mine. The state of my sky will not affect you. Not ever?

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Silence reigned. The sky flickered slowly above them, and it almost seemed like Kirk wouldn't answer before he looked back up. Because it does affect me. His tone was slightly unsure but somehow also certain.

He smiled and bent his head down, brushing his lips against Spock's hand. Because you do.

Maybe it was the alcohol finally hitting him, maybe it was just the way his mind came around in the melds, maybe it was the mood. But there the words were, hanging between them.

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Lips. Jim's lips. On his hands. Jim's lips were touching his hand. And he couldn't pull it away.

His breath caught in his throat, in this meld and outside of it. Spock raised his other hand, fingertips curling around the edge of Jim's jacket, feeling the friction of the leather. You are so-- A million words were running through the undercurrent of his mind, all of them synonyms of illogical-tookind-toocompasionate-tooconfusing. --Jim.

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Can't be anything else. He mouthed the words, his lips brushing against skin as he did. He watched Spock, quiet and simply himself, that same grin on his lips. He didn't pull away, even with the slightly threatening gesture of Spock's hand.

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I am aware of that. The electricity was there the second time, too, stronger than it would be if this were a real physical sensation since there was no filter, degradation, between skin and nerves and tissue. This was a brush of mind to mind directly, more intimate than just this meld. Spock wondered if the chocolate heightened his sensitivity of this, if it was making this easier to accept.

There were many reasons he shouldn't do this, including reasons why Jim shouldn't do this, but there was another part of him that they were alone in this hall, under these stars, without any possible interruption, being so close to Jim. How could it possibly be anymore intimate than this meld he was already conducting?, didn't he already know what it was like to do this?, yet what would it feel like first hand, in this world of pure thoughts and emotions...?

Spock took the smallest step forward, his hand slipping out from Jim's loose grasp to cup the back of his head and pull him into a kiss.

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Every thought in Kirk's mind stopped entirely.

So warm... his head tilted, body shifting positions enough to match Spock's out of pure instinct. His eyes slid shut as he simply stopped thinking and felt instead. It was almost like he could taste Spock's unsureness against his lips, so gently he took a bit of control. He nudged Spock's lower lip with his own, feeling a shiver go down his spine.

Spock felt so amazingly warm, enough to make Kirk lean into the kiss, their near matching heights making it all smooth, easy, simple in every way it was not.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

It took longer than it should have for his mind to tell him that this was still wasn't something he shouldn't be doing. But it wasn't strictly romantic, and it certainly wasn't lustful: he was just getting to know Jim in one of of Jim's best methods of introduction. They had to know each other. They would get to know each other in mind, and the body was the inevitable step beyond that, almost secondary to the simple familiarity of their thoughts falling in sync.

Spock allowed his lips to part for him, warm-cool mouth and soft lips against his, enjoying the quiet gentleness of Jim's actions in contrast to his usual pursuits of this action. His hand uncurled slowly from the edge of the jacket so he could slide fingertips underneath, fingers tips brushing over the command gold fabric and the warmed inside pressing to the back of his hand as he moved it slowly towards Jim's side. Warmth, cocooning a small portion of himself in Jim's presence.

Spock's hand by his hair moved to, but more reluctantly. He curled his fingers lightly through the short hair, and then moved down a little, so his thumb slid by the back of Jim's ear and his palm could rest against the side of his neck. Knowing Jim, almost within reaching distance of finally understanding him, accepting this explanation without words of why he was so compassionate, not...afraid, of Jim, for once, as his counterpart had accused him.