“Well I do. Like what I see, I mean. You’re…” Jim tries to find the right word and suddenly understands what his xenolinguistics professor meant when she complained about how limiting it is to speak in Standard. The Vulcan has an air of familiarity about him, like walking into the kitchen back at the farm house in Iowa after a long tour in the Aldeberan system, but the house in Iowa never felt much like home. This is— “Magnetic.”
“Vulcan blood is hemocyanic. I am merely exhibiting paramagnetism in the presence of your own flux,” The Vulcan says, no affect. Jim feels the corner of his lips quirking up despite himself. He’s never met a Vulcan who knew how to flirt before.
Source: Homomorphisms – Chapter 1, by RookSacrifice – Star Trek [Archive of Our Own]
Adult, BDSM, ace!Spock. Set early in Strange New Worlds, Kirk and Spock run into each other in a BDSM club during shore leave, not knowing they’ll be working the next mission together… Pain play isn’t normally my thing, but this fic is really something special. Their scene is done while melded and feels incredibly sensual and intimate – but I love the aftermath even more, when they have to deal with their surprisingly deep connection. Love, love, love their undeniable attraction as well as their discussions about chess and philosophy!