[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]

In a distant way, Spock could feel the shadow of himself being pulled up and then dropped, could almost pick out the reasoning behind it, and was...pleased by it.

His tongue moved past his teeth just briefly to touch Jim's, not tentative but enough to show Jim he wasn't shrinking back from his motions, before it withdrew. Spock broke the kiss, space between their lips to qualify as ending it but no further than necessary. His fingers curled slightly at the back of Jim's neck as he pressed their foreheads together, quiet and calm.

His eyes may have been closed but his mind was not. Closing off one way to visualize this did not limit his awareness of how close they were standing, how he felt muscle and skin beneath his fingertips, how he felt a broad hand pressed around his waist and fingers through his hair. Minds twined together, with his identity relaxed around and among Jim's.

You care. A whispered non-question between them, hidden even from the stars above them. Spock knew (to a point--nothing was ever certain with Jim) that it wasn't of lust and love, something set apart, but--and he was still yet hesitant to admit this--perhaps just as binding. Consider it reciprocated.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

It was strange, in a way. It felt like he could feel what Spock did, what Spock was thinking. Their minds were curled together like two felines in the sun, lazy and sleepy and twined. The silence might have been oppressing if it wasn't for the tiniest of drifting thoughts that came between them, nothing immediate or necessary, nothing even to be paid attention to, but simply there as they were.

It was also different, very different, from what he had shared with Bones... even with others in the past. Somehow delicate in a way neither of them were outside but might have been inside. A kiss, unsure but steady, testing the very edges of boundaries that neither of them knew the extent of, for each other or themselves.

If you asked Kirk, he didn't know the meaning of love. Love was a strange twisted emotion that destroyed people. Love meant loss and alone, unable to move on. It meant lies and changing to suit another's needs.

But it was obvious he loved. His ship, for sure, his crew, just as much. Bones, it went without saying. Even here, this fragile thing that was neither friendship nor love or could even be given a name, it showed that he could love.

...I know.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Because he could, because this was the only place he was sure he could indulge without repercussion, Spock slid the hand down from Jim's neck. His touch graced over his neck, ghosted over his collar bone, before he could finally press his palm over that human heart (http://community.livejournal.com/newtrekslash/146337.html), slow beating and certain beneath a familiar layer of fabric.

He welcomed this. Spock would admit that, since it was otherwise impossible to deny alongside evidence: walking with, melding with, and now kissing Jim. During later meditation, he would attempt to define this. One undeniable title for Jim was his captain, and lacking any other separate word to define this specific closeness, right here, the exact definition of 'captain' was getting amended. Included were this concern, this caring, this--Spock wanted to call it protection, from a loneliness he knew could be a tangible and destructive force, eroding away at the self. This was one of many balms, warm and comforting, that kept such monsters away, but at the moment, under his fingertips, it was the strongest.

I hope this has been more pleasant than your previous melds. If it was, this was yet another victory. He would allow himself the satisfaction of accomplishment from doing something (for once) that didn't stress Jim.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

That pulled a laugh from Kirk that he just couldn't help. About a million times better. He agreed readily, rubbing his forehead slightly like a cat might have. This felt absolutely amazing.

Something invisible coiled around them both, holding the moment together, binding them together in something that Kirk had always denied. Something crimson and gold, barely caught at the corner of the eye.

Thanks. For the moment, all that had defined their connections before was gone.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Nice laugh. Soothing, along with that little shift. It was enough to allow him to ignore that binding force in all of this. As long as he refused to visualize it, and as long as Jim lacked the ability to recognize and call it forth, it could stay blissfully hidden.

His fingers curled slightly on the gold shirt, pulling the fabric towards the centre of his palm. You are welcome, Jim. It will not always be this pleasant, given what you must learn...but I shall not discomfort you without purpose.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Far from being able to take a little pain. Kirk murmured, the tips of his fingers playing with black strands of hair, almost as if trying to soothe Spock's grip on his shirt. He wasn't going anywhere until they were ready to go. I wanna learn... and you can learn to teach a human. With some sarcasm in there, suggesting it would be incredibly terrible to do.

Who knew. Maybe it would.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

It did relax him a little bit, his fingers splayed flat across Jim's chest again. It was always the little things with Jim. I have taught humans before, Spock reminded him. He was, after all, wearing the uniform of his lecturer years. ...though not such intimate subjects.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

A tiny chuckle, I get to be your first like this, then. I like that. He took a deep breath, glancing down slowly to the hand against his chest, wondering what Spock got out of it. His heartbeat was strong, slow, relaxed.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Unsurprising. It could be worse. Jim could be an ass about this entire thing, bring up several choice words that would make Spock question his decision to do...this, all of it.

He felt rather than saw Jim looking down at his hand, and assumed that the touch was making him uncomfortable in its strangeness. As reluctant as he was to part from the steady beat, he drew his palm away to Jim's shoulder, sliding it under the fold of the jacket, feeling body heat that should have been irrelevant here in his mind.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

...kinda liked that. Kirk said quietly, lifting his eyes and focusing on Spock's face. It was strange, for sure, but welcomed. Fuck, he was actually enjoying himself. Thanks, for showing me this. That mind melds don't have to... Suck, hurt, be sort of terrifying, what the fuck, ridiculous, confusing.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

His hand paused in its move at the words, and Spock opened his eyes to meet Jim's. Again, those blue eyes caught his attention, lit by the ambient starlight, and his fingertips pressed over Jim's heart again. It is only a matter of focus and patience...and your thoughts are pleasing, as I have said before. This, too, was not sexual as if it were a compliment extended to his body. Yet he still would have done this without that added bonus, because the last thing he wanted was his captain wandering the galaxy with a vulnerable mind.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

The corner of Kirk's mouth twitched with the words and he leaned in just slightly, kissing the corner of Spock's mouth before he stepped back fully, capturing Spock's hand as it slid from his chest and lacing their fingers together. Spock was too much of a temptation. I'll have to learn about yours.

He looked up to the sky, constellations that made no sense to his eyes, the lives of billions captured in their glittering essence. This universe had none, now. ...if we can make a sky for you, I wonder if its possible to do it for other Vulcans.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

The light kiss of the lips, and then the deeper kiss of their hands surprised him, jarred the flow of his mental undercurrent so that it hung in clean abyss for several moments. But his concentration on the space around them never faltered, the stars remaining hung above them and the dark stone beneath their feet.

His hand tightened minutely over Jim's. It would take time, and there is so little to make it with--but it is not impossible. Perhaps they have already considered it.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Just an idea. We'll see, we'll see. He rubbed his thumb across Spock's hand, just looking up to the sky. He wanted to see more, but had a pretty good feeling that was asking something too personal. He'll learn, he'll understand.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

The warmth coiled down from his hand until it finally sank into the core of his mental-body, the unadulterated, honest affection from Jim slipping into his thoughts and the deeper levels of his mind with ease. Spock could question it, he could wonder whether he should be indulging in this or whether he actually deserved it--but that would ruin a perfectly pleasant meld. Do you...want to return? Time didn't stand still, his own mind was telling him that, but he would be content to coil together, as it were, for as long as Jim wanted under stars that actually meant something.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk thought for a long moment, then just... smiled. Too bad the ground isn't grass. We could just sit here like I used to do back home, watch the stars. Stone's not meant for that. He seemed very content though, just to relax, relax with Spock for a little while. Time seemed to stand still here even though it obviously didn't, just... enough to let him stay quiet, calm, before returning to his chew and the party.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

It is my mind, Jim. I should be able to change it as I wish. Should didn't mean he could, though he wasn't sure he wanted to experiment with the architecture of his mind while Jim was still in here. And, well, ...yet the effects of the chocolate make it more difficult. The smallest tone of disappointment, that he could not, for the moment, make this more comfortable for him.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

It didn't seem to bother Kirk really, though. It's your mind, it makes itself into what it wants, I guess. He looked down to their joined hands, something that seemed almost out of place in its strangeness but felt surprisingly right. Like curling up against Bones at night.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Slowly, Spock brought up his other hand, folding it loosely over the back of Jim's, the little finger curling briefly up his wrist. His thoughts were beginning to peacefully wander into details of reality, even though it was far away and nonthreatening. Perhaps that was why he was thinking about it.

Jim... He wondered whether he should broach the subject, but it felt inevitable. Spock would rather talk about it here, mind to mind, than with the complexities of being completely separate. Outside this meld... His acceptance of the fact did not lessen the difficulty of this. While he appreciated this--would, in fact, not mind more of this, whatever this was--he did not want to force an obligation onto either of them, regardless if it was separate from the reality outside. He made this known, wordlessly, through their connection.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

That was a surprisingly easy one. Kirk looked to Spock with a tiny smirk, Outside of this meld? We're Captain and First Officer, sometimes Jim and Spock. As humans say, whatever happens here, stays here. He squeezed Spock's hand tightly for a moment. That was just the way things needed to be.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Relief. Not a heaving internal sigh of it as if curtailing life-threatening danger, but something small that kept him relaxed and his thoughts easy. His hand lingered over Jim's, feeling the strength of that hand under his fingertips and in his grip. ...an acceptable agreement. (Good.)

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Glad you like it. Kirk couldn't help the faint tease, rubbing his thumb slowly against Spock's skin. Oddly drier then human skin and definitely warmer. He sighed, then finally nodded.

Come on, we should get back to the party before they start worrying where the Captain's gone to.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Of course. Spock slowly slid his fingers out from their laced grip. His fingertips lingered over Jim's for the briefest moment, and then they were pseudo-separated again. Let us return.

Spock led him out of the hall before he slowly dissolved the meld, separating their minds as gently as he could with little uncomfortable feedback. The outside world began to filter back in one sense at a time, until he finally opened his eyes. He was leaning closer to Jim, hands unmoved from his face and callused fingers still pressed to his own meld points. The moonlight shone down from high above them, hinting at the passage of time that had continued despite their removal from it.

He knew that he should keep all mention and memory of it to that small part of his mind so that it won't interfere with the rest of his thoughts, but it was necessary. So he fired off one last thought before he dropped his hand from Jim's face, a soft and almost-shy thank you.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk's hand did not immediately move from Spock's face. Instead, he sat in place, unmoving, for just a few longer moments. It was like returning to his own skin yet never having left it, sinking down into his own mind like his soul didn't want to leave where it had been. That, he was immediately sure of. Souls... katras, whatever. That was what a mind-meld really was. A meeting of souls.

Finally his eyes opened, and he stared at Spock from a surprisingly short distance away. They were leaning into each other to the point Kirk would have said that their foreheads would have been together like in the meld if it wasn't for their hands. Spock's eyes were pure black in the light of the moon, chips of obsidian that had softened edges.

The tiny thank you sent a surprising feeling of almost... protectiveness sliding through Kirk. He wanted to protect Spock, keep him safe from his own loneliness, that was for sure. Very quickly he was coming to learn there was far more to his first officer then met the eye.

He realized he was still touching Spock, and slowly let his hand fall from the Vulcan's face. His fingertips were tingling - side effect of the meld he assumed. "...that-" Had to stop, work his throat, "That was something else." He finally got out, followed by almost sheepish laugh.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

He resisted the urge to remind Jim that of course it was different: a meld without pain, with quite a lot of other things on the opposite end of the spectrum from pain, between just the two of them with no voyeur or interference. Amusement helped this resistance. After all, Jim wasn't the only one who indulged in stating the obvious.

"As it should be." Spock stood smoothly, and then offered a hand to Jim. He felt confident in doing this; they had boundaries now, regardless of whether they were fuzzy and unexplored. "We must return you to the party."