Would that I could write on your heart, because you have written on mine with this piece.
I especially love:
Kirk’s pulse is thrumming in the side of Bill’s throat, requesting. Compelling. Bill says, “Go on then - “ says it lightly, though his heart is abruptly thunderous. “Come on, Len, before the poor Captain busts a gut, worrying.” He laughs again, to make himself feel less ridiculous, less caught up on how important this suddenly feels. “Say my name, Spock.” and
He wants that look in Leonard’s black eyes that is all the love his Spock has ever felt. Leonard’s fingers find the meldpoints, their gentleness overwhelming.
Then Spock says, “Jim,” and Kirk is falling into joy.
I almost cried. And when Leonard says: "We are their keepers" my Trekkie/K/Ser heart exploded out of my chest.
I have no words to tell you how much I loved this. You woman are a f%^&ing genius and I am in awe of your writing skills...seriously. <3333333
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I especially love:
Kirk’s pulse is thrumming in the side of Bill’s throat, requesting. Compelling. Bill says, “Go on then - “ says it lightly, though his heart is abruptly thunderous. “Come on, Len, before the poor Captain busts a gut, worrying.” He laughs again, to make himself feel less ridiculous, less caught up on how important this suddenly feels. “Say my name, Spock.”
and
He wants that look in Leonard’s black eyes that is all the love his Spock has ever felt. Leonard’s fingers find the meldpoints, their gentleness overwhelming.
Then Spock says, “Jim,” and Kirk is falling into joy.
I almost cried. And when Leonard says: "We are their keepers" my Trekkie/K/Ser heart exploded out of my chest.
I have no words to tell you how much I loved this. You woman are a f%^&ing genius and I am in awe of your writing skills...seriously. <3333333