Star Trek Imagines

14. Spock the Romantic Hero (Spock)

(Published January 13, 2025) 

   There was no doubt about it; I was obsessed with oversized sweaters.  They were all I could think about as I meandered back to my room after a long shift.  Cuddling up in a huge sweater next to my very own Spock seemed to be my idea of a perfect evening anymore.  Either the ship was always cold or my body was, but getting through a whole shift in only my stupid short uniform was practically torture.  I needed an extra layer of clothes stat.  I was currently debating between my well worn navy blue one with the golden stars on it or the crocheted brown and green one that Spock loved so much.  
   A smile slid onto my face as I arrived at my quarters.  Relaxation was only a few steps away!  I opened the door to the dark room and fumbled around for the light switch.  I had been on the ship for over a year, and all the light switches still somehow managed to evade me!  I heard the sound of the bed moving, making me wonder if Spock wasn't taking a nap while waiting for me or something.  Finally, my hand met the switch and the room illuminated.  The sight that met my eyes was something I never thought I'd see, though!  
   Spock was indeed on the bed.  He was sprawled across the comforter in a very not Spock manner!  He was kind of diagonal with his head perched on one hand and a rose in his teeth.  Weirder yet, he was wearing the largest of my comfy sweaters, a dark burgundy one with a black collar and black cuffs.  His dark eyes gazed at me and the tips of his ears were green.  I covered my mouth with one hand, trying not to gasp like a teenaged girl at the sight before me.  
   "Spock?" I asked softly as I stepped a few paces closer to the crazy scene before me.  
   He dramatically removed the rose from his mouth and gave me a half smile.  "Yes, my darling?" 
   "What is this?" I gestured to, well, all of him.  
   "I'm attempting to be a romantic hero.  It's a sad impersonation, isn't it?" His face fell a little as he spoke.  
   "No, no, you're a perfect representation of one of my favorite novels," I assured him with a huge smile.  "I just didn't expect logical you to go all sappy on me, that's all." 
   He sat up on the best in a cross legged position, much more his style.  I sat on the edge of the bed, facing him with that large smile still on my face.  I couldn't help it.  He looked so cute in my sweater that fit him surprisingly well.  He smiled back, handing me the rose.  I took it happily, but couldn't stop looking at him.  What had I done to deserve such a sweetheart like him?  
   "Are you alright?  There are tears forming in your eyes," He pointed out, gently bringing his hand to brush my cheek.  
   "I'm just dying of cuteness, that's all," I assured him with a laugh.  
   "Cuteness?" He raised an eyebrow.  
   "Yes.  You are cute, my love!" 
   He frowned.  "That was not the goal.  Your novel said nothing about being cute." 
   I glanced over at the bedside table and spotted my favorite book sitting there.  He had finally read it!  I laughed again before scooting over to him and wrapping him in my arms.  
   "Unfortunately, you aren't the hero of that well spun story.  Fortunately, you are the hero in my messy weird story.  I'd much rather have you in my reality, though I must admit, fantasy does suit you," I teased him. 
   He turned a little green again.  "I might do it again.  I enjoyed your reaction." 
   "Only if you want to!  I do encourage you to wear this sweater more often.  It really compliments your coloring." I ran my fingers across his jawline, making his eyes flutter closed for a moment.  I loved doing that because his reaction was always the same and it made my heart stutter. 
   "It is a nice sweater," He admitted slowly.  "I can see why you wear them so often." 
   "Speaking of which," I hopped off of the bed and rushed over to my dresser.  Pulling out the first sweater I saw, I tugged it over my head.  In less than a minute, I was back on the bed and pulling Spock into my arms again.  "Mmm, I needed this." 
   He wrapped his arms around me, tugging me into his lap so he could hug me tighter.  "I did, as well." 
   "So you liked the book?" I blurted out.  I couldn't help it; I loved that story! 
   He bobbed his head to the side.  "I can see why you enjoy such an adventurous tale, but it's a bit illogical for me.  I don't see the point of spinning stories of dragons on Earth.  It's absolute fiction." 
   "Well, that is the genre of the book," I giggled.  "At least you didn't hate it." 
   "I did not.  It had some very nice dialogue."  He paused for a moment before continuing.  "'Without you, I would be desolate.'" 
   I bit my lip, trying not to swoon over the words he was quoting from the book.  They sounded so much more romantic coming from him, even if it didn't have the same emotion I had always spun into it when reading it aloud.  "Would you?" 
   "I believe I would be." He turned me sideways so he could tip my head up to look at him.  "You are very important to me, Mara." 
   "And you mean everything to me, Spock.  I love you." 
   He released me with one hand, holding it up with his palm facing me.  I wasted no time in bringing mine against his, soaking in the feeling of the sparks that trickled through me each time we touched like this.  
   "I love you, too."