NEW: Mother Knows Best, TOS, K/S, Tuppertrek [R], 1/1
Jungle Kitty
Thu, 16 Sep 1999 21:59:59 -0700
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NEW: Mother Knows Best, TOS, K/S, Tuppertrek [R], 1/1
Title: Mother Knows Best
Author: Hello Kitty, the Domesticated Cat
Posted: 9/17/99
Groups: ASCEM/L
Series: TOS
Part: 1/1
Codes: K/S, Tuppertrek
Rating: R
Summary: Kirk is afraid he's losing Spock's love and he's
desperate enough to try anything. Curse you, Tuppertrek demon!
(c) Jungle Kitty 1999
http://www.accesscom.com/~jkitty
The Star Trek characters and universe are the property of
Paramount and Viacom. This not-for-profit piece of fan fiction is
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the author's original characters and creative content.
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Feedback is welcome. If you post it to ASCEM(L), please send me a
copy at jki...@accesscom.com.
***
MOTHER KNOWS BEST
Jim approached the doorway slowly and stopped as his trembling
courage failed him.
*Oh, Spock. What have you done to me?*
Jim had always been a brave man, indeed the bravest of men. Yet
love had made him splendidly weak and indecisive. Up until a few
weeks ago, he had reveled in his own helplessness. How wonderful
it had been to respond to Spock's every question with, "I don't
know, honey. What do you think we should do?" How comforting to
curl up at night, happy as a well-fed puppy dog, untroubled by
pesky thoughts about his career, his ship, his crew. How pleasing
to absently scribble his name across duty rosters, fuel
consumption logs, and orders from Starfleet without reading them.
Who could be bothered with such trivialities in the face of
perfect love? He had wallowed in it like a raccoon in a compost
heap.
But then...things had changed. Spock had become cold and distant.
He hadn't rewarded Jim with a secret smile in weeks. Jim couldn't
even remember the last time he had felt the gentle nibble of
Spock's mind against his.
When he finally worked up the courage to timidly approach the
subject, Spock had said...he had said...
Oh god.
"I believe a period of separation would be in order."
He had agreed, naturally. What else could he do?
Yet he had somehow sensed that Spock wanted him to do *something.*
And he knew he must figure it out for himself. For the past ten
days, he had paced back and forth across the small room he had
booked at a quiet retreat. For the past ten nights, he had tossed
and turned, wracking his tortured brain.
What did Spock want? How had he failed his beloved?
Finally, as rosy-fingered dawn pointed at him accusingly, he had
faced up to the truth. There was only one person who could help
him.
He lifted his hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in," said a gentle feminine voice.
***
Spock allowed himself to sigh in exasperation. Where was Jim?
Spock had sent a message, specifically stating that he was
returning to the Enterprise. Yet, upon his arrival, Mr. Scott had
informed him that the captain had gone on leave ten days ago
without setting a return date.
The silly human had probably worked himself up in to a lather,
worrying and fretting. Spock sighed again. Jim was far too prone
to that sort of behavior. Yet--he smiled secretly to himself--he
found his mate to be singularly attractive when his lower lip
stuck out unhappily. And when it became to tremble and hazel eyes
filled with tears--it was all Spock could do not to pull him onto
his lap and murmur, "There, there, darling. It's all right."
His Vulcan discipline prevented him from doing so, of course.
But perhaps he had been too strict. Perhaps he should have been
more generous with the little gestures of love that meant so much
to Jim. Perhaps he should have lied and told Jim that his latest
batch of plomeek soup was delicious. Perhaps he should have
remembered his dearest one's birthday.
Perhaps he should not have requested oral sex.
***
"So you see," Jim concluded tearfully, "there's no one else I can
talk to about this. I don't know what I've done, but I must get
him back. Please help me!"
The Lady Amanda reached over and patted Jim's hand gently.
"There, there, Jim. It can't be that bad."
"It is! It's worse than bad! It's--it's--awful! Please, Amanda,
you're his mother. Tell me what to do."
She stood and went to the window. Jim watched, his heart pounding
fearfully, as she quietly studied her garden. Her roses, so
lovingly planted and tended, were withering in the heat of the
Vulcan desert.
She sighed, wishing once again that Sarek would consider
relocating to Seattle. How wonder it would be to let the constant
rain wash away her anguish and flood her with an even deeper
depression.
She subtly dropped her hand into a small dish on a table near the
window and scooped up two Tri-Prozac. She coughed, covering her
mouth and discreetly tossing the pills down her throat. That made six
already today.
She turned and looked at Jim, noticing that his nails were bitten
down to the quick. Perhaps he could use a couple of tranquilizers.
No. Sarek would be angry if she did that. He had finally accepted
the doctor's sworn statement that the pills were medically
necessary, but he had absolutely forbidden her to share her
newfound peace with her friends and neighbors.
What a shame. The pills made her think such interesting thoughts.
One might almost call them insights.
"Jim." She approached him slowly. "Perhaps it isn't your fault."
A panic-stricken frown darkened his face. "Of course it's my
fault! Whose fault could it be, if not mine? I haven't made him
happy, I've tried so hard, but I've failed! He deserves so much
better than me! He asks so little of me and I--"
She slapped him across the face.
"Oh, stop it, you ninny! You're a starship captain! Act like it!"
Jim's hand slowly moved slowly to his face as his mouth fell open
in shock.
"You hit me."
"I'm sorry, dear. But you were acting like a total wimp. If that's
how you act around Spock, I'm not surprised he left you."
Jim sniffled pitiably. "But what can I do?"
"You can stand up for yourself. Stop bowing and scraping. He
didn't fall in love with a sniveling dishrag, so why would that be
appealing to him now? When he asks for your opinion, give it! And
if he doesn't ask for it, give it anyway!"
"But--Lady Amanda--that doesn't sound like love."
"Jim, I know you're young and this is hard to understand, but love
means never having to say you're sorry."
"Huh?"
"Don't let him walk all over you. Be yourself. Don't be afraid to
be honest with him."
"Oh, I couldn't do that! I love him too much to be honest with
him. Why, when I finally told him how I felt about him, I was so
nervous I threw up."
His face beamed with subservient pride.
"Yes, dear, I know."
"And I fainted at the bonding ceremony."
"Yes, dear, I remember. And you hid in the bathroom for the first
three hours of pon farr."
"How did you know?"
"I guessed. Jim, if you keep this up, Spock will leave you for
good. How can he stay with someone plays these silly games? It's
unbecoming, to say the least. If you're going to hold onto your
Vulcan, you'll have to develop a spine."
Jim swallowed hard. He knew she was right. But...
"How can I do that?"
"Jim, dear." Amanda smiled warmly. "Let me help."
***
Three days later, Amanda waved as she watched Jim beam back up to
the Enterprise. Smiling, she turned away and decided to do some
window-shopping before returning home. Many of the stores in
downtown Shikahr were having a sale.
Jim had certainly looked a different man when he left. That
assertiveness workshop had worked wonders. As a matter of face,
she was feeling pretty assertive herself. As she hailed an aircar,
she decided that if Sarek didn't clean out the garage by this
weekend, he could rub fingers with himself.
***
Jim took a deep breath and kicked in the door to the quarters he
shared with Spock.
Startled, Spock looked up from the computer.
"Jim! T'hy'la! What..."
His voice trailed off as he noticed that his darling was not
attired in his usual manner.
"Quiet, you! There are going to be some changes here, starting
now."
"Jim, I do not understand," Spock said, staring at the skin-tight
leather chaps that hugged Jim's well-muscled legs, the black silk
pouch that held the treasures of his manhood, and the hazel eyes
flashing through the slits in the velvet mask.
"You don't?" Kirk whispered, approaching slowly and swinging his
riding crop with casual menace. "Let me explain."
He grasped Spock's hair and pulled his head back. Then he bent
down and kissed him, roughly exploring his mouth with his tongue.
As he pulled away, he studied Spock and saw surprise and--yes!--
desire and--YES!-- *awe* in his dark eyes.
Amanda had been right.
"Listen carefully, t'hy'la," he growled, "because I'm only going
to say this once. You want a blow job, you're going to have to
earn it. No more Mr. Nice Guy."
"J-j-jim?"
"Did I say you could call me by my name?"
"C-c-captain? Does this mean--?"
"Yes." Kirk smiled with feral pleasure. "The bitch is back."
[The End]
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>"Did I say you could call me by my name?"
>"C-c-captain? Does this mean--?"
>"Yes." Kirk smiled with feral pleasure. "The bitch is back."
>[The End]
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