Star Trek One Shots

Spock

Spock

The science station was never a particularly interesting place, and Spock was not much of an entertainment source, but you liked working with him. Really you just liked him in general. You quickly got bored with analysing rock samples and started whistling to yourself, softly at first. It was a tune that had been stuck in your head for a while, and it was something filling the silence of the room. Your whistling was soft and you didn't really really think it was that loud, but Spock was listening, both of his dark brown eyes fixed on you. You could feel his eyes burning into you, and turned around to see if you were right. Turns out you were, and Spock just had a slightly amused look plastered on his face. "Oh I'm sorry," you muttered, a bit flustered. You turned around to face him and gave a weak smile. "I forget that Vulcans have sensitive ears..."

"May I ask as to what you were doing?" He queried. "Whistling," you stated watching his expression become more curious. "I'm unfamiliar with that term," he said watching your expression. "Well it can be used musically or to get someone's attention or for like flirting," you muttered awkwardly. He remained looking curious. "Like um..." You thought, letting out a wolf whistle and smiling awkwardly. "I believe I've heard the Captain do something like that..." He muttered. "Can you whistle?" You asked subconsciously licking your lips. He shook his head, "Vulcans generally don't whistle, it's illogical." You smiled, "wanna learn?" He nodded. "You push your lips together like you're kissing someone and blow air," you muttered, letting out a low whistle as an example. He pushed his lips together but couldn't quite get the shape. "I've never kissed someone like that before," he muttered causally. "That's right, Vulcans kiss with their hands right?" You asked, he nodded. His moved his hand towards yours. 'What is happening?!' You asked yourself. You copied his movement and your hands slowly touched. You looked up and smiled at him. He had a brightness in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved slightly. You giggled slightly. You lowered your hands as he lowered his. "May I?" He asked, leaning in closely to you. 'May you what?" You thought. Your faces slowly moved closer together and your eyes closed. The blackness surrounded you and a soft touch pressed against your lips. It lasted for a few seconds before you both pulled away, your cheeks promptly becoming a deep shade of red. To your surprise he let out a low whistle. You giggled and he gave a small but noticeable smile.

(Authors note)

OMG 6.2 I AM ACTUALLY DYING HOW DID I EVEN GET THIS MANY PEOPLE REDING MY STUFF WHAT EVEN

Anyways hope you enjoy

- Lucky

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