Star Trek Imagines

Spock

From his side of the bed, your boyfriend of three years, Spock, stirred slightly. You knew he would wake up soon, but for now, you just returned to a painting that you had been working on for a few weeks. Just as you were putting the finishing touches on it, Spock sat up and stretched. His usually perfect hair was a mess and you couldn't help but smile at how adorable it was.

"Good morning sleepyhead," you said in a sing-song voice. He just stared at you, obviously still half asleep. "Today's our day off, and I made made breakfast, whenever you're ready." You went back to painting and began humming, vaguely aware of your boyfriend getting out of bed on the other side of the room.

"Your painting is aesthetically pleasing," he said in his low morning voice as you felt him snake his arms around your torso from behind and rest his chin on your head. He hadn't put a shirt on yet and his bare skin pressed against your uncovered arms. You reached up to mess with his hair and felt his face turn into a smile. You ran your hand slowly back down his arm and suddenly had an idea.

"Spock, do you know what I've always wanted to try?" You waited for his response, which ended up not being much more than a muffled word that sounded similar to 'no'. "Well I've always wanted to use a human as a canvas." You turned in his arms so that you were facing him.

"Am I to assume that was a request?" he asked. You nodded.

"Please?"

"Will my agreement to participate bring you happiness?"

"Yes," you replied.

"Will the paint be easily removed on my part when you have finished?"

"Yes again."

"In that case, I suppose I have no objection," he resigned as you began to prepare your paint.

You dipped your brush into blue paint and made a stroke across the pale skin of his back. He had been standing completely still until the brush touched him. At that moment, he moved just slightly at the strange feeling. With your free hand, you reached down and brushed your fingertips against his before continuing your art.

Half an hour later, you had finished your design on his back. You led Spock over to your bathroom so that he could see it in the mirror. You saw his breath catch in his throat as he realized what was being shown through the paint.

The design you had made resembled yin and yang, but instead of black and white, it combined two different planets, Vulcan and Earth, into one circle.

"It's supposed to represent that within your Vulcan half there is human and within your human half there is Vulcan. It's like yin and yang," you mumbled, suddenly worrying that the design would upset him, "Because that makes you unique...and I love that about you."

Spock continued to stare with wide eyes that took in every inch of the painting. You shifted your weight uncomfortably, wishing he would say or do something. Before you could say anything else, he pulled you in for a kiss and whispered, "It's wonderful, (y/n)."