Reblog

thelittlepalecat:

female!Spock/McCoy. Sketch. Date.

The first time I asked her on a date, she was quite speechless (not in a good way) and the ‘eyebrow-of-skepticism’ made an appearance (which slightly worried me). Being unfamiliar with the human concept of dating, Spock simply didn’t understand what I wanted from her or why I brought her flowers or why we should go out and have dinner together, when the food on the Enterprise was perfectly fine. Fine, my ass. Maybe if you haven’t any gustatory nerves. Which I have and Spock too. Probably. Certainly. Hopefully. After several explanations and much more eyebrow-of-skepticism-appareances later, I succeeded to convince her to go on the date with me and fuck, I would lie if I wouldn’t say that the date was perfect in every way. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that the date was with Spock. An awkward, kind of sweet, and god, oh so beautiful Spock who gave me far too many almost smiles over a shared meal. A Spock who let me hold her and kiss her as we went for a walk down the empty beach, a Spock who even seemed to enjoy it when we shared a dance together later the night and I laid my hands possessively around her slight waist. A Spock who looked at me as if I was her world. I hope I am hers, because she’s my world too. She’s mine. Mine to love. Mine to protect. She’s the whole of my goddamn world, she makes me better, makes me feel whole in a way I never felt before. She’s my home and I hope I’m hers too.