Novel & Cerita Kirk/spock Fanfiction

What you see are the bad, bad, bad memories take your time you'll find it. But he's handling me good. Kirk is treating me right. And I know he's willing to do more for me. I can see that he will never treat me his Princess but his Queen. By the way, it was me who made him go after me. Kirk is yearning for love and care. My heart's not tainted but his was, but they beat in sync. And wants each other. We are polar opposites. But longing for love and care and understanding makes us want each other. Kirk is ready to give me everything he have. And in return, I'm willing to give him all everything I have. I see your monsters,

she asked, her voice cut through me like a blade. “Yes…” my voice cracked. “On the same night.” Kirk’s eyes no longer held love. Only shock and betrayal. His mother turned her face away like I was something filthy. “She is not what I imagined for you,” she muttered bitterly. My knees nearly gave out. Kirk looked like someone had ripped his soul apart. Then his father stepped forward, firm and authoritative. “Enough.” He looked at my stomach, his eyes unreadable. “This situation is complicated. We will wait.”

I heard Kirk's voice and turned to look again. "Would you like a drink?" Kirk offered Hope. "Sure," she said. "Help yourself," he said. There was a pitcher of a really fruity rum drink on the coffee table. I found out later that it was strong stuff, but it was so sweet that Hope didn't notice the alcohol. She poured a glass and took a tentative sip. She nodded her head and then drained half the glass. I raised my eyebrows at that—noticing that Kirk did the same thing. Kirk spoke up first, so I didn't have to say a word.

Tyler nodded encouragingly at him, but Spock just wagged his tail. “Spock, you had this a minute ago!” Tyler took a breath and then repeated the phrase. Spock just wagged his tail harder. “Fine, we'll do it your way,” Tyler conceded. He held the stick like a weapon and pointed it at Spock. “Pew, pew! You're dead!”

“Oh so now you want to talk.” I worked my jaw, angrily, and said, “Of course I didn’t want to talk to you before. I know you didn’t catch on to the context clues, but you stopped me from having another mind-blowing orgasm from one fine sex-machine. I mean seriously the guy is like a god. Thankfully, after you left he more than made up for your interruption.” “You expect me to believe all that,” Kirk shot back, anger obvious in his voice.

Kirk extended his hand, covered in oozing sores, as though trying to touch my face through the screen. A passerby kicked him away in disgust. “Stay away from me, you disgusting hobo. I don’t want your disease!” Kirk tumbled into a muddy puddle, dirty rainwater rushing down his throat. He gasped for air as his life slipped away bit by bit. Kirk mumbled into the shadows, “It’s clean now… Sandra, I’m wiped clean…” He thought that by scrubbing his life clean, I would come back to him. It slipped his mind that certain filth was engraved in his very core.

“You’ve been withholding information in the guard’s presence. I can tell. Now that we’re finally alone, I’d be willing to answer whatever queries you have. I suppose I owe you that much. Besides, I’m taking a small break from working on the cure to the poisons. The least I could do is speak with you.” I swallowed hard. I hadn’t expected this to go over so swimmingly. Usually, Spike was arrogant and at least a little standoffish, but he seemed genuinely grateful to get the beverage of his desire, and his spirits seemed brighter than usual. Though I wasn’t sure exactly what to say, I knew this was the perfect opportunity to get some clarity about my nightmare. I gathered myself and then spoke.

Would he or she be able to have a normal life? Her stomach churned and dizziness pressed into her skull. She blinked to focus and took deep breaths to calm herself. Maybe he was a subspecies of aliens…kinda of like Vulcans on Star Trek. She did have a crush on Spock for the longest time growing up. So Kohl could look human except for his weird skin. She could be okay with that. Wasn’t like he was a black, hairy demon-like creature. “I can’t transform completely in these chains…they block my ability to turn completely.”

I'm a human being, not his pet! Charles quickly begged Caroline, "Madam, please keep your voice down." Kirk had just calmed down. He couldn't handle any more surprises. Sure enough, Kirk yelled from the other room, "Charles!" Charles hurriedly ran to Kirk's room. "What's wrong, Sir?" Kirk said, "Remind her we aren't divorced yet, so we're still spouses. She may not be my pet, but she's my wife. She can't be unfaithful as long as our marriage still stands!"

His voice was quieter now, almost pleading. Kirk huffed, his lips pursing dramatically as he tilted his head back. "Feeling’s mutual. You have a hot guy who’s willing to marry you even though—I’m only guessing—you’re his first man-on-man experience, and you're hesitating. I wish I was his mate. I wouldn't think twice." Kirk flicked his hair back like a model in a shampoo commercial, folding his arms with theatrical flair.