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Drabble request: spirk picnic

Thank you for the request!!! It was nice to write something cute and fluffy for Spirk 💖

“So. Spock. What do you think of your first picnic?”

Jim pulled out all the stops. A checkered blanket spread across the gentle slope of a grassy hill. A pile of bite sized cucumber sandwiches. Hell–he even replicated a wicker basket.

He watches nervously as Spock scans the meadow, taking in the bright flowers that dot its surface.

Spock clears his throat. “It is certainly an… idyllic use of time.”

Jim's mouth twitches into a frown. It's a non-answer. Is Spock enjoying himself? Is he bored?

The next words out of Jim's mouth are a panicked attempt to fill the silence. “Have you ever done cloud gazing?”

Spock turns his attention from the green field to Jim, a pointed eyebrow raised. “I can't say I have, Jim.”

Jim’s grin returns. “Well, it's another idyllic use of time, but I think you'll like it.” He has his doubts, actually, but he keeps them to himself. He's been so nervous around Spock recently–ever since they started this relationship, or whatever they'd call it.

He stretches his legs out in front of him and reclines, leaning his weight against his hands behind him. “Come here, Spock. Let me show you.”

Spock shifts until he's next to Jim and copies his posture. They're close enough that Jim can almost feel their fingertips brushing. He blushes, and it reminds him of falling in love as a young man again.

“That cloud there–” Jim shifts his weight onto one arm and points at a particularly fluffy cloud in the periwinkle sky. “Take a look. What do you see?”

He glances at Spock just long enough to see him blink. “That is a cumulus cloud.”

It startles a laugh out of Jim. “No, Spock–we aren't classifying them. What does it look like?”

“A cumulus cloud.”

“Hm.” Jim lets himself fall back until he's laying across the blanket. He points at another fluffy cloud. “I think that one looks like a cat's head. See the ears? What do you think?”

He's almost surprised when Spock lays next to him. Their shoulders brush, and Jim feels heat rise to his cheeks at the intimacy.

“That one is also a cumulus cloud, Jim.”

Jim feels his heart sink–just a little. He feels like he's failing Spock somehow. Letting him down.

Spock shifts next to him. Suddenly, Jim feels a cool hand resting on top of his. Fingers moving to tangle with his own.

Jim feels his heart skip.

“And I do believe,” Spock hums, “that it represents a sehlat much more than it does a Terran feline.”

Kirk bod appreciation #4: The Curves. The Back. Poetry in motion. 

Here we honour the Kirk ‘hourglass’. The broad shoulders tapering into that lower back - and then flaring out again at those hips. Those HIPS. Those hips DO NOT lie. He has a broad back and such proportioning that one doesn’t always notice his hips aren’t so typically narrow, but stand him next to Bones or Spock - or even the girls - and just look at how endowed they are. Hot news: men have hips! And boy, is that hot. AND as if they weren’t gorgeous enough just existing in this flawless form, he actually swings them. Can we just correct another bro-ism: Kirk does not ‘swagger’. Kirk swings his hips. Like a sassy bih. This is one of the many reasons why James Kirk is special and utterly precious. 

Season 3 is the icing on the cake: he fills out a little, everything fits that bit tighter, and WOW. Look at that TURN, and the peek of the taut, firm Tum™. Hello friend, welcome. Kirk has what one might call the ‘bubble tum’, like the ‘bubble butt’. Thicc from the back AND front. Indeed, the shrink-wrapped glutes go without saying - it is a crime that we are never gifted, despite the shirts ripping constantly, a single moment of those *pants* ripping. That ass not able to be contained, bursting for freedom like his nips in Amok Time (which didn’t at all have sexual connotations…NOT AT ALL). Spock blushing bright green. Bones rolling his eyes.

Now don’t be thinking these are just dribble-posts, like the bros do over the girls; no. This lightly humoured appreciation is partly in response to those who criticise Kirk’s weight and build. Criticise WHAT I hear you cry??! I know. I don’t get it either. So here we are. Kirk, our intelligent, compassionate bookworm; our soft, smiling, curvaceous, chubby hunk who don’t need no six pack to be Jim Kirk. It’s part of his character; it’s part of his physical presence, how he moves, how he walks. How he proudly inhabits that bod - and what that says about him. He’s a man, he’s unbound; he’s his own version. He communicates, enviably, body confidence incarnate, while busting stereotypes and being utterly true. What an icon. We love him and celebrate his beauty inside and out.