Memories of Moonlight
Parts: 1 (1/1)
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Summary: Leonard spies his beloved taking an early morning swim and
he reflects for a moment on the previous perfect day. Part of the
Bonded Souls series. Set not long after "Gathering Together."
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Feedback: Yes please! All comments are welcome
Author's Note: HUGE thanks as always to Janet for her BETA. I grovel
at thy feet <G>.
McCoy opened his eyes slowly, coming awake gently in the soft light
of this summer dawn. On his back, one hand behind his head, the
other curled loosely over his flat stomach, he lay contentedly,
watching the soft breeze, warm even at this time of the day, shift
the light lace curtains at the bedroom window.
and stretching, a sensual arch of a lean body under cool white sheets,
he turned to one side.
was not beside him.
but not unheard of. Leonard concentrated for a moment, a slight
frown appearing on his sun touched face. He smiled after a moment.
His mate was not in the house. His sense of presence was a little
further away this morning. He was at the lake. The small body of
water had been one of the main reasons Spock and Leonard had decided
to purchase this old house.
at the end of a short path that wound directly out of their back
garden, it was surrounded by trees and low flowering bushes. A natural
screen of privacy. It was a beautiful, peaceful place, a haven for
birds and other small local wildlife. Leonard and his Vulcan mate
had spent many a pleasant day on the grassy bank that led down to
the small dock. They even had a little boat, which they would occasionally
take out into the middle of the lake and just float together, idly
talking about this and that, while the sun warmed their skin and
the sweet song of the birds shimmered in the air all around them.
slowly, Leonard yawned again and padded into the bathroom to wash
his face and attend to morning business. That done, he plodded downstairs,
absently scratching himself and pondering the enigma that was his
liked to swim. It had astonished Leonard at first, how quickly he
had taken to it. For a being that originated from such an arid planet,
Spock had a surprising ability in the water. Leonard could only
surmise that his mother, Amanda, must have been a water baby.
endearing image of his mate as a tiny pointy-eared water sprite
came to him for a moment and he laughed softly, enjoying his own
whimsical imagination as he stepped out through the sliding doors
and onto the back porch. Crossing the lush and carefully tended
back yard, he followed the little winding path and came quickly
to the edge of the lake.
he stopped, entranced... simply watching.
naked, graceful and perfect in form, stood at the edge of the small
dock. His eyes were closed, his face calm and composed... peaceful,
caught in some silent communion with the dawn. The elegant lean
lines of his body were touched with that peculiar golden glow that
one sometimes sees within the summer sunrises. Here and there on
his strong and slender body the sunlight caught the sleek curve
and plain on his compact and powerful muscles, painting him golden
and ethereal, giving him an appearance that was otherworldly and
fancied that he should not breathe for fear of making a sound that
would break the spell and cause this vision to disappear.
an instant, different images tormented him. His mate, resurrected
from the dead but distant from him, cold and aloof. A stranger in
a lover's body. Leonard had never known such agony. He had thought
that nothing could be worse than the moment he had watched Spock's
coffin as is was jettisoned into space.
had been wrong.
first moment he had looked into Spock's eyes following the Vulcan's
rebirth... that had nearly broken him. To gaze into that well loved
face and see no affection at all, to reach out with his mind and
hear nothing but the aching, echoing sound of silence. It was almost
more than he could bear.
quashed the images forcefully out of his mind, pushing them away
firmly. He knew Spock would quickly pick up on any emotional distress
from him and he simply did not want to break this moment.
bemused, he stood and stared, loving his mate. His beautiful, passionate
Vulcan. Spock seemed to break from his own reverie then, and with
a deep breath, he arched his body and launched himself forward,
gracefully diving into still water, cutting cleanly through the
mirror surface without a single splash. Only the expanding rings
of ripples that flowed outwards from his point of entry betrayed
the existence of the dive.
Leonard walked forward and watched Spock swim. The Vulcan was heading
out to the center of the lake. Leonard knew the routine. He would
reach the middle, float for a while, and then swim back. Picking
up the soft towel Spock had brought with him, Leonard hunkered down
and waited, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his skin as the morning
he sat there, he began to replay the previous day in his mind. It
had been a perfect day. Spock would tell him that from a logical
point of view, such statement was ridiculous. Leonard chuckled softly
as he thought about the response that *that* remark would have gotten
*had* been perfect. In Leonard's mind there were no two ways about
it. The funny thing was, in Leonard's mind *every* day that he had
spent here with his mate had been prefect. It was a time of healing
and renewal. A time to rediscover each other and make up for lost
ground. They were free now, their love no longer hidden, the true
depth of their commitment to each other known by all. It was liberating,
and they no longer had any reason to hold back.
had lingered late in bed the previous morning, lying closely wrapped
in each other's arms, touching and talking with both words and thoughts.
Planning the day, which in essence meant no plan at all.
reluctantly, they had shared their repast on the front porch, seated
close together on the swing chair. The old chair creaked back and
forth as they swung lazily, sipping sweet tea and grazing on fresh
fruit and new baked bread.
day had been spent hiking around the perimeter of their property,
a decent walk and one that was not too taxing. If they set a cracking
pace, they could skirt their land in less than a morning. If they
ambled, it would take all day.
unspoken consent, they had ambled, stopping when and where they
would to admire the view or investigate a beautiful bloom, or carefully
peer into a bird's nest to look at tiny speckled eggs.
had shared their packed lunch at the halfway point, lingering over
the meal and soaking up the filtered sunlight that peeked in dappled
patches through the canopy of leaves above them. Then they had moved
on, arriving back at the lake just as the moon reached it full height.
had both stopped, caught for a moment by the perfect reflection
of the night sky painted across the surface of the lake. Dropping
their packs, they had walked the length of the small wooden dock,
stripped off their clothes and lowered themselves into the cool
had swum for a decent amount of time, refreshing themselves and
washing away the sweat and the dust of the day. Finally, in danger
of becoming waterlogged, they had both returned to the dock, hauled
themselves out and moved back to the soft grassy bank, sitting close
together and letting the warm night breeze dry the water on their
under the silver moonlight, Spock had moved to take him, to make
love to him. Laying him down in the soft, sweet smelling grass,
his Vulcan mate had kissed him deeply, over and over. Long fingers
had touched his face, his closed eyes, stroking over his neck, through
the soft hair on his chest and down over his flat belly. Warm lips
had followed in their wake. Delicate sucking kisses, and tiny gentle
nips with even white teeth trailed a path of shivering fire across
his sensitized skin.
had been so ready, so receptive. Willing and eager to be molded
and shaped to his lover's desires. Needing him as much as he needed
his own breath, needing him, wanting him, loving him utterly. When
Spock had taken his hands and mouth to Leonard's achingly hard sex,
the Human had groaned and gasped, spreading his thighs wantonly,
offering up his body and his soul to this man who owned them both
and there, there in the silver moonlight, Spock had made him come,
bringing him to orgasm so sweetly and tenderly that all Leonard
could do was lie back and cry out with the joy of it, the sheer
rightness of it. His blue eyes, dazed with pleasure, had filled
with tears that reflected the starlight above as he arched back
and wailed, giving himself over to his mate's loving hands, feeling
the shudders wrack his body in the endless glorious bliss of completion.
standing again in the new dawn, Leonard blinked, bringing himself
back to the present and smiling as Spock easily lifted himself out
of the lake and onto the dock, stripping the excess water off his
long limbs with his hands before taking the towel from his Human
soon as Spock had dried his face, Leonard leaned forward and kissed
him gently. "Mornin', beautiful."
morning, beloved. Did you sleep well?"
grinned and winked. "You *know* I did."
Spock's mouth curled slightly and he wrapped the towel around his
lean waste, falling into step with his mate, as they made their
way back to the house.
y'got any great plans for the day?" Leonard asked.
turned and regarded him fondly, his dark eyes filled with slightly
sultry speculation. "I have several, beloved," he replied
Leonard felt a certain familiar stirring in his lower body. "Well,
why don't we just talk about that for a while, Hmmm? I'm sure we
can work out a schedule."
smiled as he followed his mate into the cool interior of their home.
Later, there would be duties. There would be new orders, new worlds
to see, new frontiers to follow. But for now, there was just them,
the two of them together in this beautiful endless summer of love
and affection. Time aplenty to smother each other with the kind
of attention they had so sorely missed during those long and painful
months of separation.
yes, it would be another perfect day.