Star Trek One Shots

Letters to Spock - Part Two

(Spock smut
About time, right)

(content warning - sexual themes ahead)

We were only young, Spock.

Maybe you'd disagree in your logically Vulcan way, but I felt young then. I'm sure you did too. We were in our first year at the academy. I was 19 and you were on the edge of 21. We had shared a bar of chocolate. We had shared kisses, both Vulcan and human. I wanted to feel every part of you, both Vulcan and human.

I know we were both thinking about the first time I introduced you to chocolate when I pulled out another bar. It'd come to be some kind of inside joke with us. I remember how you kissed me the second time when we'd shared chocolate - not long after we met again at the academy. I offered the bar to you and we sat on opposite ends of your bed. You took a piece, telling me how much you disliked being intoxicated.

"I won't indulge you again," you muttered, putting the piece in your mouth anyway.

"Oh, I'm sure you won't."

I somehow got you to a stage where you had the faintest hint of a smile, Spock. Chocolate drew out the human in you. I hated how much I loved seeing that side. I had always told myself to appreciate both halves equally. In moments like those, almost seeing you smile, just for me, I couldn't help but favour the human half more. You had more to ask about my life once I'd left our little street and I gave you the bits and pieces I remembered.

And like always, you listened. And like always, I felt an odd comfort talking to you.

I asked about your life and for once, you gave me details. You told me about being conflicted in standing before the Vulcan high council. I could feel a fire in your voice as you told me how they referred to your human side as a 'disadvantage'. After kissing you, it felt like I could feel a whole lot. Not just my own emotions, but something made me think I could feel yours as well.

The chocolate made you past the point of a little woozy. I told you to lie down and you hesitated. I was about to ask if you were alright but you lay down and a few images flashed past my eyes. They weren't my images. It wasn't my thoughts flashing across my vision.

"I apologise," you muttered. "I normally have far better control."

"Why am I seeing images myself from your eyes? What's happening?"

"We mind melded," you said simply, as if I was supposed to know what that meant.

I looked at you and you were a little too preoccupied to elaborate. I lay opposite you and stared up at the same ceiling and sighed. I'd get more information out of you later, that much I knew. We stayed quiet for a while but somehow it was you that broke the silence.

"I really felt the absence of your company."

"Are you trying to say you missed me, Spock?"

You paused. "Something like that, perhaps."

You slept off your woozy state for a few hours and the Vulcan half of you woke up asking the logical questions. Where were you, what had happened, how much chocolate you had consumed. I tried my best to satiate the Vulcan need for facts. You and I were both fully clothed but those questions were still in your head. You didn't ask them but I somehow knew it was on your mind.

We drank tea together in your kitchen and the Vulcan lavender taste somehow felt nostalgic. I felt home, I felt at peace in your company. You asked what I wanted to know about mind melds and I tried not to act surprised that you knew it was on my mind. I wanted to know everything. I wanted to know you.