LEGENDS 6


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"In Your Eyes" Dovya Blacque5
     “You will be seated beside your mate, as is tradition. Tradition,” she laughed. “Even when we party we follow traditions.”
          My mate? “Ma’am?” he questioned just as he felt Kirk’s hand in the middle of his back.
          “You and Captain Kirk will be seated beside me and my mate. Though, to be honest,” she said confidentially, “she and I would much rather be at home getting reacquainted; I’ve been off world for nearly six months.”
          Too much information was accosting him. Jim and I? What could possibly have given her that idea? She was with us for nearly a week and she created this fantasy? It didn’t seem like her at all. No, this was something Anlon thought was a truth.
          Spock was still ruminating over the fact that someone had mistaken Kirk for his mate when he felt a cool hand on the back of his left hand.
          “Relax, Spock,” Kirk muttered to him. “Just go along with this and you’ll be saving me a lot of grief.”
          He understood: if Kirk had a mate, the females on Notnob would leave him alone. It confused him because Kirk usually welcomed such attentions. And to use such a lie to fend them off? It seemed beneath his friend. Then again, the women were very beautiful and very persistent. Mentally, he buckled down to act as Kirk’s mate for the evening.

"Companion" Starr Copeland60
Poem.

"Beyond the Sea" Elise Madrid61
     Pouring himself a small glass of whiskey, he walked over to the wide expanse of windows that looked out onto the bay. It had been the reason they had bought the place. He and Spock had turned to each other and, without a word being said, the decision had been made.
          He smiled bitterly. Yet another memory no longer to be shared. The place was full of them. How many years here? Sixteen? No, seventeen. Good years. He snorted. Hell, they had been great years. They hadn’t always spent a lot of time here; there’d been the five-year missions, before and after those three unfortunate years when Spock was gone and Kirk had done about the most stupid thing imaginable and married Lori Ciani. But when they had finally settled down, each taking positions that kept them on Earth most of the time, they’d made the most of being able to sleep together every night.
          He turned away, not wanting to think about what he’d lost, and approached his chair in front of the fireplace. Placing his glass on the nearby table, he turned on the fire, the flames leaping up as the fuel reached the pilot light.
          He settled into his chair, the heat of the fire warming him. He hadn’t understood it at first, why he was so cold all the time. But finally the answer had come to him; Spock’s heat was gone. The all-encompassing warmth of their bond had died along with him.

"Quandary" Dovya Blacque82
Poem.

"The Patron" Princess of Swords83
     The night Kirk had first seen the Vulcan he had been onstage performing with an Andorian. Kirk supposed the brothel paired them because of their long hair, and the exotic contrasts of the fine silver white and glistening ebony, along with the image of jewel blue flesh grasped by pale, spidery hands. Both male species possess the ability to self-lubricate their erect genitals, and the two slid together belly to belly, spreading the glittering strands between them, as their mouths fused and parted and melted together again and again.
          The Vulcan had eventually broken the languid kiss and pushed the Andorian onto his stomach, blue ass in the air as he was taken. Kirk had watched the display, cock stiff between his crossed knees. As the Vulcan pulled out and spent himself on the cerulean back, Kirk decided he had to have this fascinating alien for his partner tonight. He called the attendant over and made this carnal intention quite clear.
          At that time in his life Kirk had very recently succeeded in dispatching the former chief authority of the Enterprise, Christopher Pike. The newly ranked Captain was burning with a fresh sense of might and triumph.

"Declaration" Starr Copeland95
Poem.

"Among the Stars" Maxine B. Curry97
Poem.

"3 Six-Word Poems" Dovya Blacque98
Poems.

"Song of the Nebula" Dovya Blacque99
     The sky was vermillion, nearly the color of a Vulcan afternoon at the height of the heated season but with shades of umber and rose in the always-present clouds and a constant cool breeze off the deep emerald ocean. Reclined on the ivory sand in front of a humble clapboard cottage, Jim Kirk basked in the late afternoon sun that filtered through the pink and brown clouds. He was nearly asleep, as he’d been for quite some time drifting between being fully awake and lost in dream. He felt wonderful.
          On the wrap-around porch that wreathed the cottage in deep blues and white, Spock sat watching the scenery, not the least of which was the recumbent figure of his captain. Kirk had been stressed and overworked for too many weeks; it was a private pleasure for Spock to see him finally at ease. The Vulcan sipped from a tall glass of local tea laced lightly with a sweetener so perfect that it was the planet’s chief export to most of the known galaxy. The natives called the mix of tea and sweetener jeliso and Spock had become rapidly addicted to it, or so Kirk claimed with a sparkle in his eye and a tilt to his lips…
          Four days into a two-week shore leave on Hoffman’s Planet, the two Enterprise officers had settled into a routine that consisted mostly of Kirk lying in the sun and Spock sitting not so far away on the porch. Their time otherwise was taken up with reading, hiking up and down the long east-facing beach and, to Kirk’s delight, cooking. Rather, Spock cooked, Kirk assisted, a system that suited them both perfectly.

"That Smile" Dovya Blacque137
Poem.

"Pre-Dawn" Mary Kay139
     “Report, Mr. Spock,” Kirk ordered, entering onto the bridge.
          “The distress call is coming from the sixth planet of the system. It is a low class M planet with no known inhabitants…”
          Kirk exhaled noisily. “All right. I’m taking a landing party down to the planet’s surface. I don’t like not knowing what I’m stepping into but I see no other alternative. Spock, have four security men meet me in the transporter room.”
          Spock spun around to face Kirk. “Captain, I ask permission to beam down with you. It may be a trap of some kind.”
          “That’s why you’re staying up here. I’m not about to risk both of us if it is a trap.” Kirk turned to leave, but before he could get two steps away, his arm was caught in a steel vise.
          Spock quickly dropped his hand away from Kirk’s arm as soon as the captain turned back to him. “Then permit me to go in your stead,” he pleaded.
          Kirk looked stubbornly back at his first officer. “I believe my orders were for you to stay here on board the ship, Mr. Spock. I didn’t realize that we had entered into a debate on the matter.”




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