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"May I have this dance?"

Pairing: TOS Spock x Reader Fandom: Star Trek: The Original Series Words: 1.3K Summary: Sometimes all you need to do is talk and dance. A/N: I feel like this one is a bit OOC but I don't really care right now.

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WINTER WRITING PLAN

Sighing, you close the door behind you and kick your shoes off your feet. Note to self, next time just wear comfortable trainers. No one would care anyway. In a way, you were grateful to your husband for dragging you home early from the New Year's party, because you weren't sure how much longer you could have stood in those shoes.

On the other hand, you felt melancholy rising inside you as your eyes fell on the clock, which told you that it was only twenty minutes until midnight. You had been looking forward to the party for weeks, where the whole crew would meet (the five-year mission was over and the Enterprise had been in dock for repairs for two months) and the sight of familiar faces had put you in high spirits. However, Spock had taken you aside at a little after eleven and asked you to leave.

He was not too keen on large gatherings of people, even if he knew them well, and the loud music made his ears shrill. You had known that this would happen, but you had still hoped that you would at least manage to stay until midnight. Nevertheless, you did not grumble, but said goodbye to your friends and then, led by Spock, started on your way home. After all, he had only come and practically suffered for your sake and for your love, so you could not refuse to let him go if it became too much for him.

"You're disappointed." His voice made you look up. As so often, it was far from emotional and with his arms folded behind his back, he looked as if he were reporting to the captain on the Enterprise. "No, I'm not."

"But you're not happy about us leaving either." You sighed and walked over to him until you were standing in front of him. "I want to be honest with you Spock. No, I'm not happy. However, I'm not angry or disappointed either. I knew we would leave early because you are not comfortable with such festivities. However, I had hoped that we could stay there at least until midnight to celebrate the New Year with the others."

You smiled and gently felt for his hand, which he allowed. "However, I don't want you to feel guilty either." "I am Vulcan, I do not feel emotions." You just shook your head with a smile. "Of course not." You tried to turn around, however Spock continued to hold your hand. "If you had said so, we could have stayed."

"No," you shook your head. "You were uncomfortable and no celebration or party in the world is worth making you feel bad." "What a sentimental way of thinking." Smirking, you broke away from him to go to the bathroom and take off your jewellery. "Don't act like you wouldn't have done the same in my place, Spock."

"Maybe." He sounded thoughtful, lost in thought and you didn't get a longer answer, however, this was nothing new for you and you didn't think anything of it, so engrossed were you in removing the jewellery as well as make-up and the tightly fitting hairstyle. You only looked up when soft classical music flew into the bathroom. French, eighteenth century, if you were not mistaken. Confused, you drew your eyebrows together. "Spock?" No answer.

With another sigh, you set aside the rag of make-up remover you had just been about to use and left the bathroom. "Spock, what are ... you doing?" The last word almost stuck in your throat as you stepped into the living room. In no time at all, Spock had moved the furniture aside to create an open area in the middle of the room and had gathered pretty much all the candles in your flat together, lit them and spread them around the room so that they provided the only source of light.

He himself stood, still dressed in a festive black Vulcan tunic in the centre of the room, his face bathed in gold from the candlelight, his arms folded behind his back. "Spock, what...?" You were at a loss for words and Spock merely raised an eyebrow before taking elegant and lithe long strides towards you, coming to a stop in front of you. He looked down at you and regarded you for a few moments.

"I realised again tonight how much you have to give up to be married to me. I am aware that I am not always easy and that in many ways I do not conform to proper human behaviour. I am also aware of the fact that many persons around you have not spoken well of this marriage, but you have not allowed yourself to be influenced." He lowered his gaze slightly and you thought you could see a greenish glow on his cheeks.

"I have not fulfilled my duties as a husband well and no," he interrupted your protests before they could begin, " I will take no criticism in that regard. You have made many sacrifices and I have seldom appreciated them. For that I would like, humbly, to ask your forgiveness. I am also aware that it is not nearly equal to what you are doing to conform to my customs, however, I hope to make a start with this." Without hesitation, he slowly brought out his free hand, not covered in gloves, and held it out to you, his gaze now locked razor-sharp on yours.

"May I have this dance?"

For a few moments you were speechless. You had told Spock at the beginning of your relationship how much you loved dancing, but Spock had never shown any particular affection for it, so at some point you had stopped asking. However, you had always enjoyed it. Always.

It had been something private between you, almost intimate, since Spock, as you might expect, had not enjoyed indulging in such emotional things in front of other people, which was why you had danced supremely in the privacy of your quarters. That he now asked for it, willingly, and even seemed pleased, warmed your heart and almost caused you to turn into a squealing teenager.

"I would be honoured."

Carefully you took his hand and instantly you were flooded with feelings of affection and pure love that almost brought tears to your eyes. Gently, Spock led you onto the self-made dance floor and pulled you so close to him that you thought you could feel his heartbeat. Slowly Spock began to lead you, spinning you in circles and being, as in everything, elegant, smooth and just perfect.

In time, you relaxed enough to rest your head on his shoulder and sigh contentedly as his scent hit your nose and he pulled you even closer. "Thank you," you whispered after a few minutes of silent dancing and Spock just hummed softly in denial. "There is nothing to thank me for, Adun'a."

Before you could answer, bangs sounded outside and a glance at the clock confirmed your suspicions. "It's midnight," Spock spoke your thought as you broke away from him and walked over to the window on your balcony. Spock stepped behind you, "Do you want to go out?" "No," you shook your head. "Those fireworks are loud and I don't want your ears to hurt." "I already told you, it's not just you who has to forego-"

You interrupted him. "However, I would like to do something different. It's kind of a tradition, even if we're a few seconds late." "Very well." You laughed softly. "You don't even know what it's about Spock." "I trust you."

For whatever reason, these words gave you the rest. Gently you put your hands on his cheeks, pulled him down to you and pressed your lips to his. It wasn't a very long kiss, but it conveyed all the emotions you wanted to show and gave Spock enough time to pull you a little closer to him. "I think I might take a liking to that tradition," Spock reflected and you could see the amusement in his eyes and had to laugh.

"Happy New Year, Spock." "I wish you the same, Adun'a."

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@bigblissandlove1

@akamitrani

[jester-lover]

I love how silly Spock looks in the beanies he wears on missions where he needs to hide his Vulcan features. Like men in the 20th century wore a variety of hats regularly, but he’s usually going for the beanie that makes him look like some 2010s angsty teenage boy.

[dadbodbensisko-moved]

[klarmis]

um... this is pon farr, that's the way it should be...

I'm sorry guys, I drew this at 3 am

I came across this meme image on Pinterest quite a long time ago, but it still makes me laugh

[spocks-bikini-and-datas-bra]

The layers

[akendara]

Bones will win and destroy them.!

[the-magpieprince]

[adoctornotatumbl-r]

spock , roughly two seconds before doing something so unhinged no one else has even thought of it : good thing i’m a vulcan and i would never do something irrational or illogical lmaoo

[icantspellthings]

From Official Star Trek Cooking Manual compiled by Mary Ann Piccard from the logbook of nurse Christine Chapel

All of Mr Spock's favourite food

Recipes under read more

[t0mashek]

HEY TO THE COOL PERSON IN ASK BOX WHO ASKED FOR CITY ON THE EDGE OF FOREVER SPIRK THAT I ALREADY ANSWERED: I DREW A BETTER ONE

AND OF COURSE IT WAS ON FUCKING WHITEBOARD FOX

[happypeachsludgeflower]

I will never be over the fact that Star Trek writers all sat down together one day and were like, “We should make up a Vulcan word that specifically refers to brothers-in-arms as soulmates and lovers and slap that baby on Spock and Kirk,” and somehow still had the audacity to tell us it wasn’t gay.

[forecast0ctopus]

rip spock mural…me and my friends miss u so bad…..

[favvn]

Oh. Is this where all the "if you didn't have a hand kink before Star Trek, you have one now / Vulcan hand porn / NSFV" jokes originated from (no offense to Sarek and Amanda's open flirting during Journey to Babel but that's hardly erotic given how those scenes were set, context matters, etc.)

Also. They were really skirting around finger sucking here, huh. On general audience television. In 1968. God bless.

[flappielxx123]

What always really interested me in the episode ''Tholian web'' is the way that Uhura was so convinced Spock would believe her

Like to a point she was shouting in his name trough the corridors

Or here when Bones tries to calm her down and she just insists she has to get to Spock

And then as she is laying in sickbay the first thing she says is ''Mr Spock didn't believe me either did he?'' she sounded very hurt about it, but who wouldn't if no one seems to believe you?

I guess what I'm saying is, is that I love how when in distress and doubt she is sure he will see the truth about her that no one else will 💞

[klarmis]

a little sketch before bed

[the-crooked-library]

I love accidentally typing “I love jim” instead of “I love him” like ok we get it mr spock