Okay, it really was Jim’s fault. Not that he wanted to admit it, even to himself. Spock hadn’t seemed to mind when Jim had suggested they try something different. For all Spock tried to maintain his semblance of non-emotional Vulcan, he was as eager a lover as Jim had ever had. Which was convenient, all things considered, since Spock would be his last. The gold ring circling Jim’s left finger was proof enough of that. Especially since Spock was secretly proud to have the matching ring on his finger.
Jim hadn’t believed Spock would actually allow him to handcuff Spock to their brass headboard. And Jim wasn’t sure he really wanted to do it as much as he wanted to threaten Spock with it. Because Spock rarely used his superior strength to his own advantage but Jim knew it was always there. And if Jim occasionally wanted to even the playing field, what harm could come of it, really?
So Jim had asked and Spock had agreed. Very carefully, Jim had fastened the cuffs around Spock’s right wrist, threaded it through the swirls over his head and closed the left one. After making absolutely sure that Spock was not in any pain, or in any danger of becoming claustrophobic, Jim had shifted so he was straddling Spock’s body.
Saturday, October 1, 2011 at 9:00PM 