Story [Star Trek] Ny's Nummy Sweets! (S/U & More) Post on Dec 17.

Mira_Jade -- thanks and it is worth the read. I added a bit of mushy aftermath after the initial post but don't know if it crossed your review or not. LOL

 

I second Mira -- Spock's reaction was priceless

 

They're the darlings of my heart, yes they are!

 

A "Bones"/Nyota friendship moment.

~!

"So," He lounged casually against the table where Nyota was enjoying a puff pastry, "I had that chat with Christine."

"She told me and how it went." She replied, smiling.

"Hmmmph! So you're glad she's not giving me the boot?"

Her laughter rippled. "Certainly not, Doc ... " Her expression softened. "Despite the fact that I initially worked to match her up elsewhere, I'm happy if she's happy."

He grinned. "Thanks for that."

"And you, too." She added. "Did I ever tell you who you remind me of?"

He smirked. "Wes Janson."

She winked. "Besides that, no. Seriously. That was Djarada and Baldavin, Hobbie and Wes. You ... you remind me of Dr. Cottle."

"The reference is unfamiliar."

"I'll send you the holo-book." She said. "You'll definitely see yourself in him."

"And does Spock appear in this favorite book of yours?"

Nyota's eyes grew dreamy. "He's the Admiral."

+++++

Baby, he is.

 

"And does Spock appear in this favorite book of yours?"

Nyota's eyes grew dreamy. "He's the Admiral."

THE Admiral, hein? Somebody here is smitten by interesting, sexy & witty aliens.

 

Been for simply eons. Not likely to change now.

 

Funny and very sweet

 

An indisputable fact.

 

AN: A bit of working together and tete-a-tete fun in this post.

~!~~~!!

"Making Things Work"


Spock & I were working on algorithms for the Universal Communicator.
"This is intriguing. This symbology is totally different based on the region for this culture, thusly, it means something altogether different; for you see, in this culture, that phrase has been obsolete for centuries, and it meant something altogeether different." I mused.

"Yes, it is indeed a facet that makes intercultural communication problematic." Spock observed.

I sighed. "And that's been my problem, frankly. Should I go with this idiom or use that other one instead which this culture uses for everyday conversing, at the risk of it not being comprehended by the other?"

"Doubtless an approximation will be elicited, and hopefully the context will aid in the understanding of what is conveyed."

"Okay. Let me try it then." I did a test run and it seemed to work. We input data and codes into the program and saved the source files.

"I really enjoy working with you like this," I beamed. "One of the perks."

He gave a slight frown. "What you said about communication between cultures, it occurs to me that interpersonal communication can similarly become fraught or hopelessly muddled."

"If both parties are honest with themselves and one another and caring, that's half the battle."

"It should not be a battle, a staged act of warfare." Spock replied, in a thoughtful tone. "Should it?"

"No, it shouldn't; but it can devolve into such when a person's insecurities and self-doubts become mountain-like obstacles." I observed sadly. Then my tone lightened. "This bond between us - I am glad it doesn't preclude us speaking overtly about our concerns instead of stuffing them, and then at the same time it affords us the luxury and gift of knowing how we truly feel about one another. We do not talk past each other as much as some might expect or surmise, or if we do, we can rectify it swiftly."

"Still, do you ever wonder what would have been if it had not formed between us? It is inconceivable as things stand now, yet not beyond the realm of probability. We may have just continued on platonically and impervious to each other."

I reached over and clasped his hands tightly. "Spock, no. I know that if it hadn't, I'd spend the rest of my life wishing it had!"

He kissed me warmly. "It is the same for me, my own Nyota."

"I do love you. Now, let's get done here so I can start proving how much.."

++++++

SQUEE!

 

What can I add more after Mira_Jade wrote. Superb dialogue

 

AN: Using prompt of "Two Reflections into One"

---

"So, are you & Spock going to take in the museum exhibits?" Jenna asked on a recent shore leave.

"We like some of the same kinds of exhibits. But he's going to take in some really esoteric ones while I go to the cultural sections." Nyota replied. "After all, he and I are not obliged to do everything together. We're not inseparable, you know."

Jenna gave Nyota a speculative glance. "Hmmm. I sense a note of defensiveness? Maybe?"

Nyota shrugged noncommittally. "I want to go to the street vendors in the local plaza. They have some amazing pastries!"

Jenna's eyes lit up. "Count me in on that! But you did not answer my question..."

"Not defensiveness per se. We are talking about post-mission career paths. He or I might decide on different things, and that would necessitate living apart part of the time. We're testing the waters to see how it feels. Frankly, Jenna, we have been apart on occasion when he and I were on temporary officer-exchange programs. It was difficult but we managed."

"What things are you looking into?"

"I want communications blended with diplomacy. He does too but is also looking into strict exploratory/research missions. Specifically in Temporal Studies."

"Oh that sounds interesting!"

Nyota answered: "Yes, that does. I wouldn't mind doing the latter as a sidelight on discretion but not all the time, more than likely."

**

The suite they shared was capacious and beautifully appointed with rose-gold and other gently soothing colors.

While Nyota was brushing out her shimmering lightly waved tresses, her love joined her.
They spoke enthusiastically of the things they'd done during the day.

Nyota thought: If we're apart, we can still share stuff like this during daily comm calls. Yet, we might be apart weeks or months at a time. How would that be? What would being apart for protracted unpredictable periods of time do to any plans for expanding our family?

Such musings made her sigh pensively. "Suddenly, the whole idea of blending careers doesn't seem quite as doable." She admitted and detailed her talk with Jenna. "But I do not want to make you feel any pressure to accede to my wishes without conceding to yours."

"Doing both together might be feasible or pursuing the two fields consecutively." He replied thoughtfully.

Nyota's eyes danced eagerly. "I like that suggestion!"

Spock's gaze held hers in the mirror.
He came up behind her and ran appreciative hands through her silken cascade as it rippled down her back and over her shoulders.

"Admit it, love. You would have missed me unabashedly."

"I do not know why you insist on hearing what is patently obvious, Nyota." Spock answered, caressing her bare shoulders and across their warmly radiant connection.

She laughed. "You!"

As they shared a tender kiss, their essences mingled and overlapped. It was a sweet and wonderful sensation and Nyota realized that any physical distance would make such more tenuous.
She felt her heart leap with gratitude and relief that they had each come to reject the idea of occasionally intersecting. Even frequently was not appealing.

She pulled away and smirked. "You know what? I told Jenna that we weren't inseparable. I guess it turns out we are!"

For answer, he scooped her up and tickled her, carrying her off to their foam-gel bed.

++++++

SQUEEEEEEEE! Again? Always.

 

They are sure inseperable. Lovely use of the prompt

 

She pulled away and smirked. "You know what? I told Jenna that we weren't inseparable. I guess it turns out we are!"

For answer, he scooped her up and tickled her, carrying her off to their foam-gel bed.

A foam-gel bed, interesting!

 

Yuppers, the best thingy ever. The future-style variation on today's marvy memory /tempurpedic foam with gel. Decadent comfort with excellent support.

 

Ahhh, I missed three posts!

"What you said about communication between cultures, it occurs to me that interpersonal communication can similarly become fraught or hopelessly muddled."

"If both parties are honest with themselves and one another and caring, that's half the battle."

I love this. So true!!!

"You know what? I told Jenna that we weren't inseparable. I guess it turns out we are!"

This cracked me up!!

 

LOL Thanks! It's a great thing to discover. That you cannot live in parallel. L/M are discovering that in a grand fic I'm reading and it's sweet. Sweet.

Mira_Jade

 

It's definitely something a couple needs to balance and compromise, i.e., their careers and other interests, but the us-ness must always take first place.

 

Inspired by the first scene in Mira_Jade's "Calling..." fic.

earlybird-obi-wan



~~!

Your dreams are seldom haunted by past unpleasantness & devastating losses. They more often are full of current and more recent missions and of her.

Nyota's vibrance thusly spills over from intervals of waking to slumber, and yet it is not a thing you can find to complain over.

Her tenderness and empathy makes your melds with her an enriching and rejuvenating experience, every time, without fail.

Even in the days of early friendship, you could not help but ponder over what the landscape of her mind would be, as fascinated as you were by her warmth and intelligence.

She catches you now in this reverie. "Spock, love, are you wool-gathering?" She teases, eyes laughing.

You cup her cheek lightly. "Not at all. And it escapes me entirely the connection between an esoteric expression related to herding sheep and being lost in thought."

She laughs. "Stop that, you incorrigible darling."

"Hmmm. I believe it is you that is incorrigible." You respond and lean in for a kiss.

"No; I'm actually insatiable."

"This I know very well."

"Do you, now?"

"It would be strange indeed if I did not, since you take every opportunity to demonstrate the fact." You reply and Nyota purrs as you nuzzle her throat.

"Well, as to that, it would be strange in turn if I were not, considering the source."

+++++

 

love the bond and ' wool-gathering' that should bring a ' logical' response or not

 

Your dreams are seldom haunted by past unpleasantness & devastating losses.

Poor Spock! But I'm glad he has her to rely on and love