“Hello. My name is Luke Skywalker. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
“Never go up against a Mandalorian when death is on the line!” *immediately falls into Sarlacc pit*
“Bye, boys! Have fun storming the Death Star!”
“Wampas Of Unusual Size? I don’t think they exist.”
“Do you want me to send you back to where you were? Unemployed, on Hoth?”
“It just so happens that Obi-Wan here is only mostly dead.”
“Give us the access code.” “What access code?” “Chewie, tear his arms off.” “Ohhh you mean this access code!”
“I could give you my word as a Corellian…” “No good. I’ve known too many Corellians”
“Why can’t I see?” “You’ve been mostly-frozen all day.”
That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying “I know”, what he meant was, “I love you.”
“Why do you wear that black mask? Were you burned on Mustafar, or something like that?” “Oh no, it’s just that they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”
“Luke doesn’t get eaten by the rancor at this time. ”What?” “The rancor doesn’t get him. I’m explaining to you because you look nervous.”
“The Fowce is what bwings us togevver today. It suwwounds us, and penetwates us. It binds the gawaxy togevver.”
But on the topic of Spock with heightened smell, also like imagine away missions gone wrong where Spock and Jim have to spend the night in a cave or share body heat. Spock being so close that Jim’s scent starts to transfer onto his clothes, and his own onto Jim’s skin. Imagine Jim waking up with Spock’s face buried into the nape of his neck. Spock waking up humiliated and frantically apologising but he can smell himself on Jim for the rest of the day and it’s so right this is the way it should always be he should be mine i should be his
Welp. Here’s a thing:
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Jim pulls back the covers and settles into the makeshift pallet with a contented sigh.
“This thing isn’t half bad, ya know? It’s sort of like camping.”
Spock turns from where he’s been packing the container of supplies away for the night and frowns. “Technically Captain, this is camping.”
Jim smirks in return. “Come to bed, Spock.”
The Vulcan slips out of his boots, setting them next to the container of food rations, outdoor gear, and other sundries meant to help them survive on this uninhabited planet for the next several days, and goes to switch off the lamp. He pauses. “Captain?” he says.
Jim rolls over onto his side with a huff of mild annoyance. “Yes, Commander, what is it?”
“I have been thinking. Perhaps in light of… my infraction this morning – perhaps I should make my own pallet for sleeping. There are plenty of other blankets.”
“In..frac..tion?” Jim mouths silently, apparently having forgotten the entire affair. “OH—“ he laughs, seeming to remember. And now that he’s remembered, he can’t stop laughing again.
When they’d awoken this morning, he’d been startled to find Spock huddled up next to him, one arm draped over Jim’s side, the other tucked between them – the only thing separating their bodies (and not doing a very good job of it). All Jim could see of Spock was the top of his black capped head, the other man’s face tucked neatly into the curve of Jim’s neck and shoulder.
Sleep had quickly fallen away when Jim realized he could feel Spock’s breath on his throat, and the press of warm lips as Spock’s face flexed in gradual wakefulness. The next thing he knew there was a sudden gasp in his ear, and the image of Spock pin wheeling away in a flurry of arms and legs, tumbling over the edge of the rock outcropping upon which they’d made their bed.
Jim sat up to find his first officer braced against the stone floor, eyes wide, mouth open in horror. “Captain! I– I am very– I– forgive me–”
Jim had laughed, rolled over, and suggested they get started making breakfast. That was that, and nothing more was said about it.
Until now.
“Oh, Spock…” he sighs in resignation. “Will you just put out the light and come to bed already? I’m exhausted.”
“But, Captain…”
“That’s an order.”
The light goes out and, within seconds, Jim feels the warm familiar presence of his friend sliding under the blankets next to him. He waits a few seconds, before rolling back over on his side to face Spock.
“Hey, Commander,” he whispers.
A momentary silence passes before Spock answered, “Yes, Captain?”
“It’s pretty cold out tonight.”
“…Yes.”
In the dim light, Spock can just make out his captain pushing back the blankets enough to expose his shoulders and chest. Jim pats a place on his left shoulder and – undeniably – winks in Spock’s direction.
“Better keep close for warmth,” Jim smiles.
“Ah.” Spock hesitates, feeling his cheeks turn green. “Yes, I suppose that is logical.”
And without another word, he curls into Jim, resting his head on the captain’s shoulder, and falls asleep.
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Oops, not much of the scent dealio made it in but I’m a sucker for Spirk cuddles, so hope you enjoy. <333
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