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Ramblings of the Week, 01/22/2018

St. John USVI

And yes, I am going to that place you see above, that is Trunk Bay, St. John US Virgin Islands

Okay I have pre-scheduled 100 words or less flashes for this Friday, the 26th, and next Friday, February 02.

I can hardly believe it is almost time for my cruise. We take the “flyaway” to the airport Friday night. I don’t know if other areas have this but it’s an airport bus service so that you don’t have to drive yourself all the way to LAX. Or beg someone else to do it for you. LAX is a major pain to drive to because it’s on one of the world’s busiest freeways. Anyway, it’s much easier to convince a friend or family member to take you to the Flyaway. Our flight leaves at 11:50 PM Friday night and we land at 7:30 AM or so in Orlando. At about 10 we take a shuttle we paid for through Carnival to the port where our ship leaves. We can get on about Noon and the ship departs at 4:00 PM Saturday afternoon.

I will be back somewhere around 8:30 to LAX on Saturday February 03. Then we collect our luggage and catch a Flyaway bus back where someone picks us up from there. Probably be in my house ready for bed by 11ish. I hope. LOL. Then I will have all day Sunday the 4th to recuperate and do laundry.

When I made the plans for this trip it seemed so far away so that it is actually here is pretty strange to me. There are nine of us going so it should be fun.

This week I’d like to finish Who’s the Daddy, get a new chapter done on Bitter Frost, and a new one on You’re in My Veins. I am pretty sure I can do it.

No movie this week. Last week we saw Jumanji. It was amusing. We’ve seen everything we were going to see I think anyway. I think in February we will see the Pacific Rim movie. And of course in March is Wrinkle in Time.

Ramblings will be back February 05, 2018




100 Words Fic Friday

This is all I can manage right now my friends. Enjoy!



The sun was at his back and he heard the sound of running water from…somewhere. His voice was still hoarse from yelling for the rest of the landing party—anyone—to hear him. There had been no answer and he could not shake the feeling that he was alone. They’d definitely been separated. But somehow it felt as though he was the only living thing around. He could only hope that meant they were somehow back on the ship and not…gone. And he could only hope that somehow, up on that ship, Spock would be looking for him.



Ramblings of the Week, January 15, 2018

Martin Luther King, Jr Day

Long but worth it.

In writing, I updated last week, Anything, Where My Demons Hide, My Devotion, and began Bitter Frost.

This week you can expect another chapter of Bitter Frost, Didn’t We Have it All, and Turning Page.

100 Words or Less Flash


He watched as the sandy-haired man glanced his way, his blue eyes widening just slightly. Perhaps in recognition. Perhaps that was more than he could hope for. After a moment the man’s gaze drifted away, back to the coffee cup in front of him.

He tamped down his disappointment. Somehow he should have realized that this would not be that easy.

He hovered in the doorway of the seedy café, wondering if he ought to enter. But he could not resist the pull of the man seated at the counter. He approached. Blue eyes flashed to him.


Story Related Updating


Okay I am currently working on the next chapter of My Devotion. No idea when it will be up as I have barely started it. That’s the last one that hasn’t been updated since October 2017.

I have chosen to delete off AO3, The Life You’re Given. Honestly I haven’t worked on it for the entire year of 2017 and I just don’t see myself getting back to it any time soon. It’s unfair to readers to leave something on there I probably will never finish. If I ever do, I will just upload the finished product in its entirety but I just don’t see that being something I will do at this point. It’s too bad because I loved the idea of exploring  a relationship between Jim and his teenaged nephew but I have simply lost the interest in the story and pursuing it.

I have also deleted Keep Forgetting. It’s not a story I want to finish at this point. It was a stupid story to begin with and I am ending it.

I had thoughts of updating The Thought of You is Consuming Me but now I don’t think I will this week. I’m not feeling it. We’ll see.

For the most part this year I think I am going to get away from the alternate universes in my fictions. My more popular ones seem to revolve around the guys on the ship and interacting that way. I love writing alternate scenarios but more and more people are losing interest in them as far as I can tell. My academy stories remain popular but other stories set in some other kind of universe or scenario, not so much.

What does this mean for the Winter Story I intended to write and post? I don’t know. I’ve wanted to do it for so long but I just don’t know if the interest will be there.

In any event, I think I need to spend some time finishing my older fics so I can finally be done with them.

In addition to deleting The Life Your Given, I have marked a couple of “on-going, open-ended” collections or stories as “completed” as I am unsure when or if I will add to those.

Thanks for your understanding

Ramblings of the Week, January 08, 2018

On the 7th, I updated A Surprise with a second chapter.  I always wanted more to this one-shot but didn’t have time to accomplish that at the time. I have now.

I will updated My Devotion.

This coming weekend is a three day weekend for me. We get MLK off. On Sunday is my niece’s baby shower at a restaurant called The Old Spaghetti Factory. Otherwise nothing else is set in stone for the weekend.

This week on Tuesday I will finally be seeing Star Wars. I saw Ferdinand last week and it was cute but not amazing like Coco was. I’m rather unfairly ambivalent about seeing Star Wars, but others in our movie going group want to see it so we will. Just the endless hype of it just gets to me and it’s certainly gotten worse with Disney in charge.

I made a bunch of arrangements for my cruise coming up in now less than three weeks! I am having a hot stone massage (I booked this back on Black Friday) but now also beginning Acupuncture (just to try it) as my second massage. I also booked an excursion to St. John’s of the US Virgin Islands, a walking tour of the top 10 things to see in San Juan, Puerto Rico, and a taste of Grand Turk tour.

I also have onboard gifts sent to my fellow travelers (and me of course). Yeah, I am rather a nut case. But it will be fun. We will have fun and everyone is excited.

I am feeling so much better. My cough is gone. Yay. I am still on some medicine but in about a week and a half I should be done with everything.

I may skip a flash this week to concentrate on some neglected stories. We shall see.

And that’s my rambles for now.

End of the Weekish Ramblings

I can happily report that When I Fall in Love has been concluded. Yay!

Also today I reserved my first overnight in Morro Bay. Anyone who knows me, knows I can never wait long to get back to my favorite place. So, with that in mind I have booked Saturday, February 24th. As long as it doesn’t rain, the plan is on.

I think next up for me is to work on a second chapter for A Surprise.  Then I will move on to two more stories desperately in need of updating.

For now, tomorrow, look for a Pinto flash fic.

See ya around the block.

Ramblings of the Week, January 01, 2018


Well my friends, 2017 is behind us. Will we  all survive 2018? That remains to be seen or experienced.

I can’t say 2017 was all bad for me. But I started 2017 sick and ended it sick. That pretty much sucked.

But I did get to go to Morro Bay twice. I saw Yellowstone. And I had my mother around for another year. I kept my job. N. Korea hasn’t blown us up yet. All good things.

I wrote and started many stories. And some I even finished! LOL.

In just a few weeks, I will be on my Caribbean Cruise 2018. The last one we went on was in 2014 or 2015. I forget which. I thought it was 2015 but M thinks it was 2014. Anyway, a while ago and I anticipate not going on another one for the foreseeable future.

I anticipate having a nice time, anyway.

This year I resolve to get healthier. Actually use that exercise bike we bought. And try to be financially healthier too.

I also resolve to finish all the stories I have already started. When? Well, 2018 just began so we will see!

Next up for me is I want to conclude my Cinderella Spirk story before I go any further with anything else. So look for the conclusion of When I Fall in Love.

I want to be able to begin posting the Winter Story soon. I think I may call it “Frostbite” but we shall see.

My friend, AO, has requested my flash fic for Friday, January 05 to be Pinto related. We shall see if I can do it.

This coming Saturday, January 06, I will be undecorating my family’s house. Hopefully we will have the energy.

Happy New Year Spock


Enjoy a re-post


Bones lowered his tricorder. “You’re physically exhausted. Mentally too for that matter.”

Jim sighed. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“That zap you got down on the planet didn’t do any permanent damage, but I’d say it has contributed to the exhaustion.” Bones grimaced. “I’m confining you to quarters, Jim.”

Jim got up from the edge of the bed and pulled his black undershirt back on over his head. “The New Year’s Eve party is tonight.”

“I don’t care. Right now, I want you to lie down and take a nap. When you wake up, I want you to order baked chicken and steamed vegetables. You can do reports, but no parties, no bridge. Stay here.”

“The crew will be disappointed.”

“I’ll tell them it was my orders. You spent Christmas with them. They’ll get over it.”

Jim yawned and then smiled. “I think I’m too tired to argue with you.”

“For once. That tells me how bad off you are if you aren’t bitching at me.” Bones pushed him down on the bed. “Sleep. I’ll check on you in the morning.”

“Thanks, Bones.”

“Yeah, yeah.”


Spock had learned from Dr. McCoy that his captain would not be at the New Year’s Eve gathering. As first officer it should have fallen on him to take his captain’s place but Spock had no desire to spend the evening in mindless revelry celebrating the beginning of a new year that seemed little changed from the year before. Especially without his captain there.

So, he had left the duty of attending the party to Nyota, Mr. Scott, Dr. McCoy and the others. No doubt they would have a more enjoyable time without Spock’s watchful eye anyway. Nyota had mentioned more than once he tended to show his disapproval to the crew without realizing it. He intended to check on the welfare of the captain instead of attending the party.

Spock had not been on the landing party earlier that day when the captain had, but Spock had learned he had been given a shock when he had touched an obelisk and been thrown to the ground. He had requested to be in the landing party as he had noticed the last six missions Jim had returned with some sort of injury. Fortunately only one of them had been serious. Spock could still picture the blood that had been smeared all over his captain as they had beamed back aboard the Enterprise. Due to the captain’s ability to find trouble wherever he went, Spock had wished to be there in the hopes of preventing it. Jim had just stared at him with those blue eyes of his, cool and commanding, and denied Spock’s request.

Spock had been given a report by Dr. McCoy who had declared that other than exhaustion, the captain was fine. He intended to find out for himself.

“Enter,” Jim said, when Spock announced his presence.

Jim sat behind his desk, working on his terminal. Next to him was an empty plate and cup. His captain smiled. “Hey, Spock.”

Noting the dark circles under his captain’s eyes, Spock said, “Perhaps you should still be resting, Captain.”

“I am resting. Or sort of. I did manage to get an hour or so of sleep.”

Spock shook his head. “That is not enough. You look fatigued.”

The captain grinned. “Is that your not so subtle way of saying I look like shit?”

“You are as aesthetically pleasing as always, but there are clear signs of fatigue.”

“Wait, did you just say I’m attractive?”


The captain frowned. “But you said—”

“What is it you are doing now, Captain?”

“Huh? Oh. Reports.”

“If they cannot wait, I will do them for you.”

“Spock, I’m fine.”

“You were injured less than five hours ago. An injury you would not have sustained had I accompanied you.”

The captain raised both brows. “You can’t know that.”

“It is more certain than when I do not accompany you.”

“It wasn’t much of an injury anyway. Just a little shock. I have had worse.”

“That does not comfort me. You should try to sleep for additional hours.”


He arched a brow. “Captain.”

Jim sighed. “Well, just for a few hours, I guess. I do feel tired.”

The captain rose from behind his desk and padded bare foot to the bunk. He sat down on the edge and then grinned up at Spock. He slapped the spot next to him. “Sit.”


“Sit. Just for a moment. It’s an order.”

Spock reluctantly sat on the bed next to Jim. Whenever he was this close to Jim he felt unsettled, alive in ways he had not felt before. It was not an unpleasant feeling but it was something he was not used to with anyone else. And whenever he moved away, Spock yearned for more.

“You didn’t want to go to the New Year’s party with the others?”

“No, I did not.”

Jim tilted his head. “Why not?”

He hesitated, unsure of how much to say, to admit, then said, “I would rather spend the evening with you.”

“Oh.” Jim smiled. “Oh.” And then, his smile grew brighter. His gaze flicked to the digital clock on the wall. “You know what time it is?”

“Of course.”

The captain laughed. “Of course. Well, you know it is Earth tradition, when it’s midnight of the New Year to share a kiss with the person next to you.”


And then Jim leaned toward him, very close to Spock’s face. For a moment Spock thought Jim might just kiss his cheek, but then his lips—lips that had always seemed so illogically appealing—hovered less than an inch from Spock’s. Jim’s hot breath fanned over Spock’s lips with just a touch of the scent of spiced Vulcan tea.

Blue eyes stared intently into his eyes and then lashes lowered, hiding those cerulean eyes, and Jim’s lips covered his in perhaps the warmest, sweetest, hungriest kiss Spock had ever had. All too soon, Jim pulled away.

“Happy New Year, Mr. Spock.”

“Happy New Year, Captain.”

And before he could tell himself this was all completely illogical and far too emotionally charged, Spock grabbed a fist full of Jim’s shirt and pulled him closer, smashing his lips hard over Jim’s. There was a slight surprised gasp from Jim’s mouth but then he was kissing Spock back with a  desperation Spock very much appreciated.

When they broke apart, Jim’s eyes were dilated, as he breathed, “Spock?”


“Don’t you think you should call me Jim if you’re going to fuck me?”

Spock kissed him again, nibbling his lips until they were plump and swollen. “Do you think sexual congress is wise under the circumstances?”

“Hell, yeah. What circumstances?”

“Your exhaustion.”

“It’ll help me sleep.”


“Come on, Spock. Seriously? You can’t come in here declare your love for me and kiss me and then not fuck me.”

Spock frowned. “I did not declare my regard for you.” That was something he would recall if he had done so.

Jim sighed against Spock’s lips. “Pretty much. You said you wanted to spend the evening with me. Spock, we both know that’s as good as a declaration from a Vulcan.”

He opened his mouth to argue the point, but then realized Jim was right. Why should he fight it? What he should do was get them both out of their clothes.

“Mm. What did you say?” Jim asked.

“Clothes. Off.”

“Oh. Yeah. Fuck. God.”

Spock arched a brow. “You seem unable to form complete sentences.”

“You started it.” Jim pulled back from him just enough to yank his black undershirt over his head. He tossed it across the room toward the desk. Then he slid his fingers under Spock’s tunic and undershirt, brushing his fingers over Spock’s bare skin.

Spock growled, there was no other term for it, and pulled off his shirts impatiently. He pushed Jim under him and started tearing at the fastening of Jim’s uniform pants. Which really were too tight. Spock did not care for the way Jim displayed his body.

“Hey, hey,” Jim said with a laugh. “You’re getting all cave man on me. You’re going to rip those.”

He found he did not care, but thought it might be improper to say so. He got the pants undone and yanked them down off Jim’s tight round ass and to his knees before he gave up and let Jim shed them the rest of the way. Off went the regulation briefs too, leaving Jim naked. Gloriously naked. Aesthetically pleasing indeed.

Jim licked his lips, his pupils blown wide. “Now you. Your pants.”

Spock stood and took off the rest of his own clothes with as much efficiency as he could manage given his hands were shaking and his hard cock was pulsing with a need to be inside Jim.

But before he rejoined Jim, he asked, “Lubricant?”

Jim licked his lips and nodded. “Yeah. Um, here.” He turned over onto his stomach and scooted toward the small cabinet next to his bunk. He pulled out a bottle of lubricant and handed it to Spock.

Spock frowned, unable to stop himself from thinking about who else Jim had been with. He did not like feeling jealousy but he seemed unable to stop the feelings where Jim was concerned.

Jim reached for his hand, and closed his fingers over Spock’s palm. “Hey. Stop thinking. Forget about that. It’s just us now. Just you. Just me. Together. Okay?”

“Affirmative.” He lay on Jim and crushed their mouths together, shoving his tongue past Jim’s lips, invading the warm, moistness inside. He had not realized this was what he wanted. This was what he’d wanted for a long time. Perhaps from the beginning when he’d first laid eyes on James Kirk at the Kobayashi Muru test. But he had not allowed himself to think about it. Think about Jim. Nyota had known. She had ended things with Spock because of his fascination for Jim. She’d called it an obsession. Maybe it was. There had to be a reason Spock had to be near Jim. Had to keep him safe. Which only became worse after Jim had died.

Spock’s hands covered, slaked over every inch of Jim’s naked, golden skin. Where his fingers caressed, his tongue followed, leaving a trail all over the warm human skin.

Jim gasped under him, his body writhing under Spock, whimpers spilling from his lips. “Spock, please. Spock. God. Please.”

He squirted lubricant from the bottle and reached for Jim’s legs to spread them. One leg Spock placed on his shoulder and the other Jim bent at the knee. Spock pushed a slicked finger in Jim’s tight passage.

“Yes. Damn,” Jim hissed.

“Does it hurt?” Spock asked.

“No, no. Not really. It’s just…it’s been awhile.”

“You have abstained from sexual congress?”

Jim’s laugh was breathless. “Yes. Okay. But, you know, now is not the time to get into a long conversation, Spock. I’m dying here.”

“If you are dying—”

“I swear to God I’m going to fucking kill you if you don’t get on with it.”

Spock felt his lips twitch into a smile and he added a second finger. This time Jim only groaned and spread his legs farther apart. By the time he inserted a third, Jim was panting.

“Please, fuck me already.”

Spock slicked his erection with more lube and then poised himself at Jim’s entrance. With careful precision, Spock pushed the head of his cock into Jim’s ass.

“Spock, please, I’m not fragile. Fuck me. And hard.”

He decided he didn’t need any further permission and he slid in balls deep. Jim gave a contented sigh even as his own hand wrapped around his cock and stroked as Spock thrust into him over and over.

The pace was hard, fast, brutal, and deep. They both matched each other eagerly. Jim rising to meet each thrust that Spock pounded into him. Spock had always found sexual congress pleasing, but this…this was different. More intense, more all-consuming. And it was like coming home.

Even as Jim’s breaths shuttered and he gasped out his orgasm, splattering cum across both of them, Spock felt his own release tingling up the base of his spine and with several deep thrusts, he emptied into Jim’s passage.


Jim woke later in the night, unsure really what time it was. Or if it was night. Spock still lay in his bed. In fact Spock pretty much lay on Jim and his arms were wrapped snugly around Jim’s waist.

Blankets were wrapped around them too and Jim wasn’t sure how that happened, but he guessed he’d slept through Spock taking care of him. He smiled and laid his head on Spock’s chest and then he felt Spock’s fingers combing through his hair.

“Hey, you’re awake.”


“Since when?”

“A while. I found it pleasant to hold you while you slept.”

“That was—”


“That too. But amazing. Can we do it again?”

“If you wish.”

Jim snorted. “I always wish.”


“Yes?” Jim started to worry when he felt Spock tense up.

“Vulcans, and especially me, do not do casual relationships.”

“I know that, Spock. Is that what you think this is?”

“I do not wish it to be.”

Jim smiled and kissed the bare chest under his head. “Are you saying you want to marry me or something?”


He sat up and stared at Spock, but the Vulcan’s dark eyes were intense and serious.

“Spock, I was kidding.”

“I am not.”

“You-you do?”

“That would please me more than anything. As you have already guessed, I cherish thee.”

Happiness threatened to make him giddy. Jim tried to control it, but it bubbled over into a  laugh. “Yeah? I pretty much cherish you, too.” He lay back down and snuggled close. “So are we really going to get married?”

“In the Vulcan way, yes. Also in the human way, if you would like. Whatever will please you, Jim.”

“You, Spock. You please me. Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year, Ashayam.”

Follow up story is Memories of You, if interested.


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