Best Romance [Star Trek 2009] Love's Unfading Splendor by Jade_eyes The First Time I Loved Forever You could tell that his mind had not been content without the touch of yours; his thoughts had been chaos, and his every mental and emotional balance unable to be struck without your guidance. ?Right back at you, hon,? You whispered tiredly, as your mind sang with love against his. Spock lifted you up so very easily but with gentle strength, something he clung to greedily, as if daring the winds to snatch you from him again. /I'm not going anywhere./ Your hands clung to his shoulders for strength, and your limbs shook with the effort of disrobing. He tried to help you as much as he could, speaking soothingly of anything that came to mind, even as his mind enveloped yours in a snug cocoon of warmth and devotion. His hands traced the paths that the others had ? theirs curious and cruel; his cleansing and claiming. His thoughts came to you clearly as if spoken aloud: You were his, and he would protect you ... he was so sorry for where he had failed. You could feel his sorrow build further as he traced the long marks on your body with his fingers. /My sweet, precious, darling love!!!/ You sent to him. Your fingers rested over his when they lingered over a gash on your side, high on your rib-cage. He let his thumb pass soothingly over the mark under yours before leaning in to lightly brush his lips against the wound. This gesture had you melting utterly. You leaned into him, grateful, and when your tears fell to mingle with the spray, he wiped them away with a thumb regardless of what were tears and what wasn't. When your eyes started to droop closed, he turned off the water, carefully and gently passing the cloth over your injuries before dressing them as McCoy had instructed. Chapel had left your favorite jersey from home, and a pair of regulation sweats. He helped you on with these, speaking soothing words until your mind pulsed with contentment against his. By the time he finished combing your hair and tying it back for you, you were somewhere right on the line between sleep and consciousness. As he settled you back in the biobed, his hands were gentle as he caressed you whenever he could, wiping away the touches of the last few days with soothing ones to remember. You craved his touch as much as he did the feel of you, it seemed. As his ineffably tender ministrations continued, your bond hummed and strengthened, weaving together even more strands. Spock delved deeply in the beauty of your mind and unquenchable spirit, like a melody, the masterpiece he found you to be ... He traced a hand lovingly over your cheek as another hand tucked in the covers around you. You held his hand fast against your cheek and leaned warmly into the touch as you breathed out: ?thank-you? against his skin. ?There is no thanks necessary, ashal-veh.? He whispered in return. ?I have nowhere else I'd rather be. I ... I felt fear while you were gone, Nyota ... a fear that was stronger than any control I could exercise. I ... I could have lost you.? ?To think of the what-if is human,? You teased gently, your voice a rasp from the burning in your lungs. ?Is that logical?? ?It is something that I cannot seem to shake myself of,? he confessed readily. You leaned into him and clasped his hand tightly. ?I was scared too,? You admitted, your heart racing at the memory. ?I will always come for you,? he vowed, something low and urgent in his tone. And you fell, all over again. As you would tell Sherralyn in a letter later: "Only he could make a gal fall in love several times in one day!" ?I know,? You replied, tears in your eyes and voice. Even though the bed was only made for one, he acceded to both your intense wishes and joined you there. You wrapped yourselves firmly together, and you felt able to finally fall into healing sleep and serene dreams. * * ~~~~ "Hi, my sweet love."