ships when the taller tops and has to bury their head in the shorter’s hair (◡‿◡✿)
ships when the shorter tops and has to bury their head into the taller’s chest (◠‿◠✿)
ships with significant height differences during sex in general (◕ ‿ ◕✿)
"Mm, me too."
[ She smiled back at the hybrid, running a hand over her head, kissing Spock’s forehead in the process. But on her end, most of this was going to consist of making sure that everything would be taken care of—both for Spock and the baby. Making sure everything was in order. Sometimes the linguist was strangely Vulcan-like, and apparently when it came to this stage of being a parent, she was more likely to deal with the practical things than the emotional. ]
"Though, as I recall, Vulcan children make their first bonds before birth. So you’ll know all about it soon."
[ Nyota chuckled, tapping her index finger to Spock’s nose with another, brighter smile. Despite being more inclined towards the practical aspects of the entire process, she was certainly as excited as her lover. In fact, she’d even spoken to Sarek about it to try and get a better grasp on it all. Needless to say, those had always been… interesting conversations. ]
’..it won’t be soon enough. I’m — very excited.”
[ using such terms isn’t something spock usually did, but the wording felt right, and the hybrid found herself smiling. brown eyes looked up to nyota’s, pale hands cradling the woman’s face. she was gentle, thumbs rubbing uhura’s cheekbones softly. ]
'i.. i very much hope our child looks like you.'
[ the thought is sudden, and by many regards doesn’t make sense. yet, spock found herself saying it, her mind focused on the fact their child shouldn’t look like her. ]
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After allowing himself a moment to just hold onto Spock, breathe in his scent and re-familiarize himself, grateful to be home, Jim took a small step back, though he smiled widely still at his first officer. He knew the next morning he would have to do briefings and reports and all that boring shit, but for now he could just enjoy this.
As subtly as possible, he slid his hand into Spock’s, lacing their fingers and squeezing just slightly, just enough, he hoped, to maybe cause some kind of reaction.
"So, how’s our ship? Everything go okay? Any serious incidents? And the crew? Anyone injured or anything? Everyone okay?" He realized it was a lot of questions, but hey this was his home, his family and fuck it, he’d missed them.
The hybrid didn’t want to let go of Jim, every cell in his body aching for more of Jim. He inhaled deeply, the familiar scent making his muscles relax further, nerves more at ease than they’d been in what felt like years, even though it’d just been under a month.
Spock let his fingers weave with Jim’s, the action natural as breathing — the minute rush of excitement went through him at the contact, his hand squeezing the captain’s back.
"The ship is functioning normally.. there is nothing to report. The crew has been functioning normally, although there were numerous mentionings of missing their captain. Which I can sympathize with most strongly.”
In general, away-missions were grueling. Jim sort of hated them. They meant being away from his ship - his home, really - and most of his crew. It meant worrying about those two things. It meant stress and anxiety, even if it was just temporary.
But the worst kind of away-mission was the one where he had to leave his first officer in charge of the ship. Not because Spock was a bad captain. Quite the opposite, actually, the half-Vulcan made one hell of a captain in Jim’s stead. No, it was because that meant he would be separated from his first officer; his best friend, his confidant, his lover.
Jim found he could tolerate a week or two away, but much more than that, and he would start to lose his mind. Calling it codependency would be an understatement.
But that was whatever. He was back now, back to his home, his family an his first officer. As soon as he was beamed back aboard the ship, relief flooded through him, the first face he saw that of a placid, yet seemingly equally relieved Vulcan, and Jim let out a breath he forgot he was holding.
"Spock," The name was like home on his tongue and for a second he forgot about everyone else and about procedure and the months away from his other half and just rushed forward, pulling Spock into a tight hug.
Having the captain away was mentally daunting, if nothing else.
Spock had a cap on how he outwardly expressed his emotions, but internally, he was in chaos. He was far from at ease when the captain was on away missions, because he was unable to insure his safety. That, if nothing else, was what Spock wanted to do.
He loved the man, after all.
Seeing the blond walk off of the transporter pad made Spock’s body melt, the weeks of muscle tension and worry dissipating immediately. He accepted the hug, even though his own response was gentle in comparison. Still, some aspects of human interactions were lost on him. Hugs were one — they didn’t feel right sometimes.
"Jim" he whispered, his face nuzzling into the captain’s neck. Spock, for a moment, disregarded protocol and social expectations. He knew the crew was aware of the mutual feelings he shared with Jim.. so they would assume such a display. Or so the hybrid hoped. "I’ve missed you, Jim.."
— Anonymous: How do you feel about meeting another Spock? ~a different anon
[ i adore when spock gets to meet himself. especially when the spock’s are from two different timelines and AOIHGJBDOIWUBFJSK
plus spockcest can be fun if both rp’ers are into that ]
— Anonymous: Can I just stay anonymous?
[ i mean, i guess so? personally, i prefer to do threads with someone instead of ask rp, it’s just a bit easier. ]