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tree_and_leafDouble drabble, total fluff. I blame having to read a lot of mediaeval religious literature...
Title: Nigra sum, sed formosa.
Spock/ Uhura, PG (though non-compliant with the Hayes Code); no spoilers (unless you count the ship itself...); come to think of it, it's not specifically movie-canon.
Vulcans always claimed to need less sleep than humans, but what that meant, Nyota had discovered, was that they could do with less if pushed. If not, at least if Spock was typical, they slept for six to seven hours.
Spock was, however, a light sleeper. He had an enviable gift for falling asleep within minutes of settling down, but he awoke – and was properly awake – at the least disturbance. Such as when Nyota, being human and happier at a lower temperature, threw off the blanket.
Spock’s movement woke her in her turn. “Sorry,” she murmured drowsily. “As if I wasn’t cold enough already… must be like going to bed with an icicle.”
“Quite the reverse, I assure you.”
“No, but seriously… My body temperature is lower than yours; isn’t that uncomfortable?”
Spock was silent for a moment, and then said, “I come from a world of deserts. When we dream of paradise, it is of a shady courtyard garden and a cool fountain.”
He reached for her, and whispered, “A garden enclosed, a sealed fountain…”
“That’s not Vulcan poetry.”
“Does it matter?” said Spock, his voice as nearly fogged with sleep as it ever would be. Then he slept.
Title: Nigra sum, sed formosa.
Spock/ Uhura, PG (though non-compliant with the Hayes Code); no spoilers (unless you count the ship itself...); come to think of it, it's not specifically movie-canon.
Vulcans always claimed to need less sleep than humans, but what that meant, Nyota had discovered, was that they could do with less if pushed. If not, at least if Spock was typical, they slept for six to seven hours.
Spock was, however, a light sleeper. He had an enviable gift for falling asleep within minutes of settling down, but he awoke – and was properly awake – at the least disturbance. Such as when Nyota, being human and happier at a lower temperature, threw off the blanket.
Spock’s movement woke her in her turn. “Sorry,” she murmured drowsily. “As if I wasn’t cold enough already… must be like going to bed with an icicle.”
“Quite the reverse, I assure you.”
“No, but seriously… My body temperature is lower than yours; isn’t that uncomfortable?”
Spock was silent for a moment, and then said, “I come from a world of deserts. When we dream of paradise, it is of a shady courtyard garden and a cool fountain.”
He reached for her, and whispered, “A garden enclosed, a sealed fountain…”
“That’s not Vulcan poetry.”
“Does it matter?” said Spock, his voice as nearly fogged with sleep as it ever would be. Then he slept.
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