The Red Flower of Tachai Blooms Everywhere

title pinned with relationship concept forever ago. now throwing a piddling of words into it and kissing it goodbye <3

"You'd call me irresistible, wouldn't you, Mr. Spock?"

She always called him "mister" - and it wasn't in the way that Jim passed himself between mischievous and dead-out for a miscreant. Those gorgeous, perfect two-and-a-half syllables lay on a cushion of starlight, sparkled up into the height of her bouffant and decorated his pensive lids with feather kiss.

Spock did not look up from his work. "Your statement is accurate, Ms. Uhura."

Oh, pooh. Catching her out for being rhetorical? And here she'd thought she could get away with it.

(She loved the way he said it. Maybe it was Miss, actually, but the deliberateness rolled both out just about the same.)

She waited for Spock to continue. She knew he would. She knew he knew that she found him equally so.

Not distracting him from his work, was she (beyond the obvious and the physical in his determined uninterruptedness), as she danced red matter to his cool blue star. An unimpediment, actually. She was helping him. He was helping her.

"Were you to depart from my side, I would be no less than devastated."

I'd call you no less than...

"And no more?"

Even if he wasn't smiling, or particularly frowning, she loved to watch the beautiful furrows of his face. Oh, Spock...

"And no more."

She just loved him. Irresistible, indeed.