Deja Vue
Deja Vue
Kirk eyed Spock's towering pillar of green jade and sighed. "Spock, what the hell are we supposed to do with all that jade, there's barely room enough room in our quarters as it is!"
The Vulcan raised an eyebrow and looked significantly at the twin, creamy-white globes laid on the bed for his inspection and appreciation. "The gemstone is a vital component in my latest research project. I intend to use it to contruct a duodinetic field core, and I feel contrained to point out that there would be ample space if you had not purchased those two er... artifacts."
"Hey, that's a pair of genuine antique Aldeberan astrolobes..."
Spock, however, was undeterred. He pointed an accusing finger at the rose-brown organ that stood so proudly, as though imploring the attention that was its due. "And what is more," he said sternly, "you cannot even play that instrument."
"At least I didn't waste two whole years pay endowing a blasted breeding programme for donkeys!"
Suddenly, impossibly, Spock looked hurt. "Jim, I thought you understood. The Ascem programme is one of the latest hopes of saving endangered species such as the High Firm Ass, the Small Tight Ass and the Generous Ass -- without the work of the Ascem Institute, these harmless useful creatures might well become extinct."
"Yeah, but you might have asked me before you spent my pay as well!"
Spock felt a twinge of conscience. The conscience in Vulcans is a small organ situated immediately under the diaphragm, and one of the reasons for the high ethical standard of the race is that a tender conscience can give its owner terrible gas. It was true, he had spent his lover's remuneration for the next two standard years. He had not even left Jim enough to purchase the lollipops which were his secret vice. Now he would have nothing on a stick he could lave in his off-duty moments, nothing he could thrust into the moist, welcoming cavern between those two luscious labial surfaces. He hanged his head.
Looking round, Kirk caught sight of the bent, glossy, black cap and all anger fled. He went up to Spock and twined his arms round his neck, drawing his head down for a kiss, tasting once again the familiar flavour of alien spice.
He tipped his head back and glared up at his lover. "Spock," he growled, "have you been eating that Denebian curry again?"
THE END
