driftfleet | tourist mingle (visitors welcome)

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tourist mingle (visitors welcome)

Who: The Folk of the Tourist + All You Funky People
Broadcast: No
Action: The Tourist
When: March 2019

_{[ Welcome home everyone! The Tourist is still her tiny, lovely maze-like self. The slugs are still alive and the coffee maker is still ornery, though working, and everything looks to be in place. Though their roster has changed. Their resident Russian has taken flight to another ship, but they've gained another red head in his place and a new first mate with pointy ears. So it all works out.

Let's try and get back to business as usual shall we? ]}

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[Spock looks at Jim warmly as he moves closer. The space between them is scant but Jim has always been able to move inside his personal area. It's the allowance made for Jim and Jim alone.]

I have faith in you, Jim. And I always will.

Being charming is my thing, Spock.

_{[ But he didn't move from his position, looking at him ever so
slightly, that fraction of an inch that had bothered him at first, and he
had come to enjoy over time. The smell of him, always so clean and
nondescript - pure. Every little bit of him brought into sharper contrast
after so long away, all his senses wanting to drink the other in, to burn
him into his memory even deeper. ]}

If you take that, what will that leave me?

[The air feels charged, suddenly. It's not an unfamiliar feeling. If anything, it's more confirmation that this is truly his James Kirk; this is a feeling he's experienced with him many times before.

Spock takes in Jim's face and words, listening beyond them. His lip twitches up, more of a smile than he'd allow with anyone else.]

Me?

_{[ Sauve. It was fucking suave and charming and charged the air so much
his hair stood on end. His lips parted a fraction, sucking in a breath even
as his cheeks warmed. He wanted to lean in. To lean in and see what the
other would do, but he refrained in case he snapped the moment and the
recoil cut them both to deep. Instead he placed his hand on Spock’s chest,
where a human heart might be. He knew it wasn’t so in a Vulcan, but placing
it elsewhere just felt odd in the moment. ]}

Well that doesn’t sound so bad at all.

[Jim's hand was on his chest and, sure his heart wasn't there, but he knew what the gesture meant all the same. Spock's side pounded, curiosity and a new sort of hope mingling as his eyes dipped down to Jim's lips. Spock swallows lightly, mumbling a light,] Indeed?

[But before he can do anything else, his mind supplies something he rather wishes it hadn't.

Remy LeBeau.

Spock shifts back, trying to diffuse the tension that had so effortlessly piqued. His eyes find the floor, carefully neutral.]

I am...certain you are used to such devotion, Jim. You tend to inspire it in others; I have met a few of your friends here, already.

_{[ His heart skipped a beat, seeing where Spock was looking. Was it-?
He hasn’t entertained the possibility, not on their ship. There were their
positions to consider, of course, and how they would work together. A
dangerous entanglement that he had been sure Spock would want to risk. But
now the option, the prospect of it was right in front of him, with this man
who knew him more intimately than anyone and - and he was pulling away.
Kirk’s heart contracted and stayed that way, blue eyes flashing with
confusion and a little hurt, wondering if he had misunderstood. If it had
all been his imagination, spurred by to long an absence from his best
friend. ]}

Oh yeah? Which ones? I’m sure they already knew about you.

_{[ His lips twisted into a little smile. ]}

I tend to brag and complain in equal measure.

Mister LeBeau. [He says it with loaded meaning, not looking at Jim but rather at the center of his throat. His pulse was still hammering in his side, mind pointedly ignoring what had just happened between them.]

He stated his deep affection for you. Though he was unsure of how to categorize your relationship.

He seems a highly appropriate choice of partner. I enjoyed our conversation.

Well, our relationship isn’t what one might call traditional. We’re not exactly monogamous. But you’re right, he does mean much to me. He’s been a great comfort here, far from friends and home.

_{[ He reached out, touching Spock’s hand as he said the last two words.
Friends and home - two words so deeply entwined for him, Spock at the
center with but a few others. ]}

I’m glad you approve of him, and get along. Otherwise they might get very awkward.

[Not monogamous? Spock's eyes look up, as surprised as they could ever be. But then again, perhaps he shouldn't be with Jim. Especially given the way he was reaching for his hand, now, knowing what such a gesture would mean.]

Jim...

[He almost shivers at the warm, human touch to his skin. The way it lights up nerves inside him.]

I know you have been separated for a significant period of time. I do not wish for you to...complicate matters with those you care for while... emotionally compromised.

_{[ He opened his mouth to protest, but paused, realizing Spock was
right. Less with messing things up with the others, but between them. It
was possible this was merely a rush of desire born from being apart to
long, a need to reconnect when he had been severed. As sure as he usually
was of his own feelings, Spock had the right of it. He was emotionally
compromised. Because who else could make him so? He liked his lips, but
kept his hand touching Spock’s. ]}

See? I’ve missed your infuritately logical council. Leaping before I look...

_{[ He glanced down at their hands and then back up at Spock. Spock who
had not been separated so long, who seemed to at least be reacting in a
similar fashion. ]}

But that doesn’t mean that what I see isn’t real. Maybe we just... approach it slowly.

[It wouldn't be the first time he's felt something for Jim. Even Nyota had noticed his affinity for his captain. She'd asked more than once if he needed to evaluate his feelings. He'd refused each and every time, likely afraid of what he might discover. But now?

Now there's hardly command structure to get in the way. No Starfleet or massive dangers to account for. Spock looks at their hands and twists them so he can arrange Jim's into a proper kiss; pointer and middle finger extended and touching against Spock's.]

'Approaching it slowly' entails an easing into intimacy. You holding my hand is hardly such.

But this... This is the equivalent of a human's kiss.

_{[ He could name very situations in which he felt more nervous than
this moment, right here, facing Spock and waiting for his answer. He
wouldn't' blame the man if he gently rebuked him, if he wished to keep
their relationship as friends and coworkers. He could do it. They had been
doing it for years and he could keep on that way, but he would be lying if,
right now, he didn't hope for more now that the opportunity to clearly
presented itself. ]}

We are talking about me, Spock. A kiss is rather slow.

_{[ A smile crept onto his face as Spock shifted their fingers, looking
at the way they rested together and then back up at him. ]}

This for scientific purposes, or are we counting this as our first official kiss?

It can be for both purposes. However, I am aware of human differences in this matter.

[He does his not-smirk as his other hand comes up to press against Jim's jaw. The murmurs of his mind are as familiar as his own. Spock closes his eyes a moment, listening to the sound of his home away from home.

And from there, he leans forward to press their lips together in a brief, chaste kiss. Both firsts taken care of at the same time.]

_{[ Green was very quickly becoming his favorite color - which was saying something, if you knew his love of blue. He leaned his cheek into the touch, so familiar and so warm, even after years away from it. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that a piece of him had finally come back, and a bit of his soul was healed.

His eyes widened at the chaste kiss, letting out a soft laugh after a beat. Sneaky, Spock, very sneaky. But sweet. ]}

Seems like you're aware of a lot of human things.

I have a rudimentary knowledge. [His lips quirk up in a small, very small, smile.]

But I am always interested in advancing it. With appropriate instructors.

[As close as Spock will come to innuendo for quite some time so lap it up, Kirk. Still, he keeps their fingers pressed together, other hand against Jim's face.]

It seems we will both have ample time.

_{[ He cannot help but smile, to let out a small warm laugh, a tightness
in his chest lifting. Maybe these feelings were just a conflagration of to
many emotions at once, and maybe not. But at the least Spock was willing to
explore them with him, and he was sure that, no matter how things turned
out, they would make it out the other side together.}

_{He leaned his head into the other's touch. ]}

It seems we do.

_{[ Hopefully. ]}

Which we can start more on after I wake up. I think I'm finally ready to sleep tonight.

[Spock nods, glad for that at least. He leans to press his lips to Jim's temple and finally then takes a step back.]

I will discuss terms with you in the morning. Until then, sleep well, Jim.

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