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Characters: girl!Spock/Pike
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The sound of swearing floated in from the other room, and Spock resisted the urge to sigh. To do so would be illogical, of course, as it would change nothing, but it was in times like these that she finally understood her mother's predilection for the act. Instead, she set aside the PADD she was reading and proceeded through the open door.
"You do realize," she said as she entered, "that the energy you spend on invectives could more constructively be spent on completing the exercises that the doctor has set forth for you?"
The man in question said nothing but continued to attempt to unbuckle the weights that were attached to his ankles.
Spock again resisted the urge to sigh and knelt down on the floor. She laid her hand over his fumbling ones.
"Chris, stop," she commanded gently, and deftly undid the weights.
Chris Pike breathed a sigh of relief and looked down fondly at the woman sitting in front of him. He cupped a hand on her cheek. "Thank you, love."
"If you would allow me to help you, as Doctor Jones suggested, your progress would be 21% faster," replied Spock, but even as she reprimanded him, she took his other hand in her own.
Chris sighed. "I know, I know. But I need to do this myself, so that I don't feel quite so . . . impotent."
Spock raised one eyebrow. "Have I ever given you any indication that your sexual performance is less than satisfactory?"
"You know very well what I mean," he scowled through his blush.
"I believe a reminder is in order," Spock said as she rose. Her eyes seemed to grow bright, with what might be called (in anyone else) mirth, and she led her husband towards their bedroom.
Characters: girl!Spock/Pike
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medie 's 2009 fandom_stockingThe sound of swearing floated in from the other room, and Spock resisted the urge to sigh. To do so would be illogical, of course, as it would change nothing, but it was in times like these that she finally understood her mother's predilection for the act. Instead, she set aside the PADD she was reading and proceeded through the open door.
"You do realize," she said as she entered, "that the energy you spend on invectives could more constructively be spent on completing the exercises that the doctor has set forth for you?"
The man in question said nothing but continued to attempt to unbuckle the weights that were attached to his ankles.
Spock again resisted the urge to sigh and knelt down on the floor. She laid her hand over his fumbling ones.
"Chris, stop," she commanded gently, and deftly undid the weights.
Chris Pike breathed a sigh of relief and looked down fondly at the woman sitting in front of him. He cupped a hand on her cheek. "Thank you, love."
"If you would allow me to help you, as Doctor Jones suggested, your progress would be 21% faster," replied Spock, but even as she reprimanded him, she took his other hand in her own.
Chris sighed. "I know, I know. But I need to do this myself, so that I don't feel quite so . . . impotent."
Spock raised one eyebrow. "Have I ever given you any indication that your sexual performance is less than satisfactory?"
"You know very well what I mean," he scowled through his blush.
"I believe a reminder is in order," Spock said as she rose. Her eyes seemed to grow bright, with what might be called (in anyone else) mirth, and she led her husband towards their bedroom.