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FIC: Quiver (K/S, 1/1)

Title: Quiver
Author: Jaylee
Fandom: Reboot
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 2672
Summary: Jim is hesitant to allow Spock to meld with him.
Story Type: Established Relationship
Warning: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit here.
Special Thanks: to janice_lester for the fabulous beta job. 


*****
 
It took Jim a minute to focus, lost as he was to his blissful daze, the low lighting of his quarters adding an eerie atmosphere versus the romantic one he had originally been going for.
 
Four fingers reached for his head in a pattern that brought memories of Delta Vega to his mind: full of icy snow, man-eating beasts and the sudden presence of a kindred spirit who had put Jim quickly at ease.
  
Now though, the thought of this Spock, this younger, beautiful, and distinctly angrier Spock? The Spock who had once, not too long ago, detested the very sight of him, seeing inside his mind? It struck instant fear inside Jim’s heart.
 

“No Spock, not that. I’m game for anything, but not that,” he gasped, his hips rolling to meet Spock’s, skin slick like silk with the sweat built from their amorous activities thus far, mind half dazed with passion, and half verging on a panic attack. He’d finally gotten Spock into his bed, no way was he about to scare him out of it.
 
“If that is your preference,” Spock replied, and even though the Vulcan’s eyes were dilated with passion, and even though Jim could feel Spock’s want thrumming above him and beneath his fingertips like a living, vibrating entity all its own, he also felt the hurt, too, and felt powerless against it.
 
Not too long ago, as Nero rampaged the Federation, and neither Jim nor Spock were overly concerned with first impressions, his now first officer had made no secret of the animosity he felt towards him. Those days were painful to think of now and Jim had no desire to test their newly romantic relationship, still in its infantile stage. Didn’t want to see how quickly Spock could be persuaded to go back to the place they were rivals instead of the best command team in Starfleet, no humble opinion required.
 
So instead he wrapped his arms tight around the Vulcan above him, so tight that if Spock were human he might have protested the strength of Jim’s grip, closed his eyes tight, and sent his love, his desire, his joy and his passion for Spock through the places their skin touched, and hoped that it would be enough.
 
And when Spock rutted forcefully against him, his cock brushing against Jim’s with delicious, spine-tingling friction, Jim knew that it was… for now.
 
*****
 
Falling for his first officer was the easiest thing he’d ever done. A no-brainer, really.
 
Spock was smart... actually, more like brilliant. And if Jim had a secret kink, that would be it.
 
The thing about having a genius level IQ? One longed, just as much as the next person, for an interesting, engaging, and knowledgeable conversationalist and companion; it was just increasingly harder to find one who could match you wit for wit.
 
But Spock? He challenged Jim in a way that sent thrills up his spine: intellectually, spiritually, and physically.
 
Spock was strong. Spock was strong-willed. Spock had a killer sense of humor that was subtle and delightful, once unveiled, and a code of ethics that was admirable. He was of those rare breeds who actually practiced what they preached, and Jim had known precious few of those in his life.
 
In other words, if someone had asked Jim what his ideal partner would be like, Spock would be a living, breathing manifestation of his description.
 
Never in a million years would Jim have guessed that he’d be able to draw the Vulcan’s interest, romantically. Especially considering Jim’s track record with romantic couplings. Which, to be fair, was only partially his fault. It was hard to take people seriously when they could not keep up with you.
 
The thing was he really wanted this to work. He was invested in it. And that in itself was new, and startling, and yes, frightening as all hell.
 
If Spock saw his past, saw his anger, saw the lowest place Jim had ever sunk- that place where he hated his father for dying, hated his mother for her distance, physically and emotionally, hated his Uncle Frank for his harsh words and harsher demeanor and his brother for leaving him, cursing the fact that no matter where he went, or who he was with in attempt to try to chase the ghosts away, he always felt separate and alone- he doubted his luck in attracting Spock in the first place would last.
 
Jim could hate. Oh, he could hate. It was so damn easy. And as a result he could do self-destruction like no one’s business and be entirely aware he was doing it. Cognitive dissonance and all that. He had insight into his behavior, of course he did. Another downfall of above average intelligence, at least his version of it… acute self-awareness and an inborn knowledge of basic psychology and behavioral abnormalities. A ‘people’ sense, his mom had called it… Like that had stopped him.
 
Doing something unhealthy for you was the attraction of self-destructive behavior.
 
Not exactly a redeemable feature, that. He doubted Spock would appreciate that aspect of him very much.
 
For all that his Vulcan First had dealt with a lifetime of bigoted attitudes, a stark raving mad psychopath and his revenge scheme of doom, watching his mother die and his planet explode, Spock remained untouched by darkness. Sure, he’d had his moments. He couldn’t not. Vulcans felt deeply, Jim knew this as fact. And Spock angry was truly a sight to behold and not one easily forgotten. Spock in a rage had the impact of a natural disaster: sudden, powerful and devastating. But the Vulcan was able to recover from it, regain a sense of dignity about the whole affair, and still somehow manage to come off centered in the universe-quaking aftermath.
 
Jim was his anti-thesis, no matter how much he tried to curtail his more destructive and angry side now that he was responsible for so many lives and had his lady, the Enterprise, to nurture.
 
He didn’t want to be, he’d rather be for Spock what Spock was for him: an example, a pillar, an all-around admirable guy, but there it was.
 
The fastest way, he figured, to send Spock running for the hills was to show Spock his mind.
 
He’d really rather not.
 
*****
 
Getting shot was painful as fuck.
 
Bit of an understatement that, but really Jim’s thoughts couldn’t be more eloquent through the steady stream of ow, ouchie, pain, owie, hurts-like-a-mother-fucker, goddamned-backwater-planet-and-their-goddamned-projectiles, OUCH… second verse, same as the first.
 
He didn’t want to look over at the Ensign lying in the dirt and bleeding to his left nor the Lieutenant with his arm laying in an unnatural placement to his right, because even more painful than physical pain was the thought of anyone under his command, hell, under his personal responsibility and protection, so help him God, getting hurt, maimed or killed.
 
Guilt was the greatest pain of all, and unfortunately, Jim thought savagely, he was a fucking master at it.
 
Times like this he wished with everything in him that he were Vulcan. Suppress, suppress, suppress. Know it, absorb it, but don’t let it kill you.
 
If he made it out of this alive, he’d admit to Spock that there was definitely an appeal to that kind of philosophy. Spock would probably get amusement out of picturing Jim trying to be Vulcan, and well, anything that amused Spock was something worth being relayed.
 
He could hang on a little longer, trying desperately to not think of his crew dying beside him, and the pain eating at his senses, with that goal in mind.
 
Get back to the ship, amuse Spock with his thoughts, live to see another day, pray the crewman by his side could do the same; this was the mantra of the hour.
 
Through it all one thing was certain: when away missions went well, it was the most awesome feeling around, short of sharing quiet moments, in the aftermath of lovemaking, with deep affection and abiding fondness in the air like a potent elixir, with Spock, but when away missions went wrong, they were the very definition of hell.
 
Why must his life consist of so many extremes? Didn’t normal people manage to find middle ground somewhere? Just why was he so incapable of that?
 
He sometimes wondered if he had been put on this plane of existence for the sheer purpose of bringing death and destruction. Some kind unwilling and completely inadvertent Grimm Reaper.
 
Spock probably wouldn’t get so much amusement from that, his First hated the self-pity bullshit. And yeah, Jim could admit that it grated on him, too, when people other than him did it. It just wasn’t productive.
 
Best to change that line of thought, get out of this negative place, get into an optimistic one, just in case he did live to see Spock again. He’d couldn’t allow Spock to see the occasional self pity he indulged in, no way, no how.
 
But when the lights and whirring sound of the transporter came, he wondered if he’d have the strength to resist it, and knew for a fact that he didn’t when he materialized on the transporter and the first thing he saw was the extremely worried face of his lover.
 
Vulcans felt things deeply. This was to their detriment. Jim couldn’t help but wonder if Spock ever got upset that Jim pulled those deep feelings out of him more often than anybody else knew how.
 
He wanted to tell Spock he was okay, and opened his mouth to do that, but found that he couldn’t find his voice, nor could he find the strength needed to lie like that.
 
It wasn’t until Spock knelt beside him, the word Jim formed on his lips like a whisper of breath, and four fingers took form and headed for his face that he found enough will to say, “No, not that.”
 
This time Spock didn’t even bother to hide his flinch and that was more painful, somehow, then the wound leaking his blood on the transporter floor.
 
“You won’t like what you see there,” he croaked.
 
His last sight before darkness took him was a flash of understanding dawn in beautiful brown eyes.
 
*****
 
Spock sought him out as soon as Bones released him, as Jim had known he would.
 
You didn’t fall so desperately in love with someone, the way he was with Spock, without becoming a bit of an adept at understanding their behavior. He knew what each of Spock’s expressions meant, knew the difference between a fully raised eyebrow and one stuck at half-mast. Knew that the former meant ‘fascinating’, the latter meant ‘interesting’ and yes, there was a difference. Knew the difference between the onslaught of a tender moment versus the onslaught of a passionate one by the type of light shining out of Spock’s eyes.
 
Spock could be downright feral when just the right mood hit. Jim absolutely loved looking for those tells.
 
Right now Spock look determined… it was the way his shoulders were set: tense, strong, and prepared for battle.
 
Jim felt himself flinch, this time, just a little, and braced himself for a rash of ‘you illogical human! What the hell is wrong with you and melding?! Do you have some kind of complex? Don’t you know I’m a telepath, goddamnit?! Vulcan bonds thrive on this type of shit. Give me one good reason…’ only less colorfully and more verbosely said.
 
Instead he got…
 
“I know you.”
 
Jim was pretty sure his expression reflected his mindset of ‘what the fuck’ because Spock continued without prompting.
 
“Your mind is among the most vibrant I have ever encountered. It thrums with complexity and vigor, it seeps out of your pores. I feel against my skin, and against my own mind, no matter how far we are from one another.”
 
Jim was not Bones, he knew nothing of xenobiology other than that Spock’s penis was green-tinted and double rigged and secreted lubricant like a porn star’s wet dream, or like it was made to be inserted into Jim’s ass, all natural-like, long so it could hit Jim’s prostate, every time… Jim was very fond of all of these things. Spock’s differences had always made him even more exciting. But he was pretty sure Vulcan telepathy only worked by touching… didn’t it?
 
Spock didn’t give him the opportunity to ask.
 
“You and I? There is a level of compatibility between us that is unprecedented. Rare. Even among those fully Vulcan. There is a telepathic bond between us already. Do not delude yourself. You know this, you have felt it. I do not need a meld, though it would make things easier. Jim, I know you.”
 
Jim felt his eyes prickle, just a bit. Embarrassing, that. He was a fully grown man, damnit. Not only a man, but a man who had been to hell and back on a number of occasions. He didn’t cry. Babies and defeatists cried. He was neither.
 
But yes, inexplicably, his eyes stung with tears he would not shed, not ever. He both resented and loved Spock for that, for eliciting this kind of physiological reaction within him, when Nero, Frank, his parents and Sam could not.
 
“Oh yeah?” he asked, his voice laced with the bitterness he could no longer hide. “Then why are you here?”
 
“Because I know you,” Spock said simply, and his eyes shone brightly with a light that Jim would admit that yes, he wasn’t too familiar. This was new.
 
But it warmed him. It touched places in his soul that were hurting and somehow started to heal them.
 
“Is Sarek aware of these masochistic tendencies of yours?” he asked, trying to come to grips with the fact that he was choked up, and torn between falling into Spock’s arms like a fucking cliché, or initiating wild, feral, pre-Vulcan reformist sex (he’d read about it – it was an interesting subject, he loved looking for glimpses of it in the refined Spock he knew, barely hinted at beneath the surface), or both.
 
“My father is aware that we are T’hy’la. A mutual acquaintance of ours had informed him of the feasibility before I was even aware of it, myself. Before I discovered why it was that whenever you entered a room, you were all I could see.” Spock paused a moment, as if choosing his next words carefully so as not to startle Jim, scare him away. The tenderness and care with which he was being treated made a lump form in his throat.
 
Scare him? Right. Terrify him was more like it. As if Jim’s heart wasn’t already racing a mile a minute. As if he didn’t already feel like this was the most important discussion he’d ever have in his life, even surpassing the one that went something to the tune of ‘Look, so your Dad died. You can settle for a less than ordinary life. Or do you feel like you were meant for something better? Something special? Enlist in Starfleet.’
 
“And while I do not believe in destiny, or fate, or what you humans term ‘luck’, as the Ambassador would have me believe the direction our relationship lies, I do know that I know you, thus I want you.”
 
He paused again, his eyes on Jim’s, deep, dark and all-consuming, like a black hole. Endless. Vast. A place wherein he’d gladly drown.
 
“How could I not?” Spock asked, finally, helplessly.
 
The amazing thing? He was utterly sincere in that question. Jim could read that as clear as day. It was so weird.
 
Jim took one healing breath. Then another. Allowed himself to marvel, just for a bit, at how amazing he felt, just then, how emotional, how human and how he’d never experienced anything like it before, and then told Spock…
 
“You can have me. I’m yours.”
 
And when four fingers formed and moved towards his face, he was at peace. 

 
The End!

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littlebirdtold
Sep. 19th, 2010 12:17 pm (UTC)
Jim was not Bones, he knew nothing of xenobiology other than that Spock’s penis was green-tinted and double rigged and secreted lubricant like a porn star’s wet dream, or like it was made to be inserted into Jim’s ass, all natural-like, long so it could hit Jim’s prostate, every time… Jim was very fond of all of these things.

I LOL'ed so hard. XD

“And while I do not believe in destiny, or fate, or what you humans term ‘luck’, as the Ambassador would have me believe the direction our relationship lies, I do know that I know you, thus I want you.”

Awww, so sweet! ♥ Thank you for this wonderful story, bb. :)
jaylee_g
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:03 pm (UTC)
I LOL'ed so hard. XD

I can't think of a better compliment. Thank you so much. I'm utterly tickled that you enjoyed it. You definitely have me grinning hugely, bb, you always do *glomps you*.
kianspo
Sep. 19th, 2010 01:02 pm (UTC)
Heartbreaking, bb. Jim's fear is so tangible, I felt shivers. Spock really has no idea what he's gotten himself into, only, he does, too, and he seems to know it. Shrewd pointy-eared bastard. ;)

whenever you entered a room, you were all I could see

Awwww! :D
jaylee_g
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:08 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you, darlin'. I'm thrilled you liked it. And I couldn't be more flattered that Jim's fear was visceral for you, I don't think it's possible to be grinning any larger than I am right now *beams*.
csad21
Sep. 19th, 2010 01:24 pm (UTC)
This was very touching, in rather unexpected ways for me.

I thought, at the beginning, that the most heartbreaking parts of the story were Jim's doubts, his being all:

He’d finally gotten Spock into his bed, no way was he about to scare him out of it.

and

Get back to the ship, amuse Spock with his thoughts, live to see another day, pray the crewman by his side could do the same; this was the mantra of the hour.

Because damn, you felt for him.

But then, when Spock basically said, "Knowing you means loving you." and in such a way too, as if it were a foregone conclusion, a universal constant... Somehow, that moment had the most impact on me, felt like a sudden punch. I can't even imagine how Jim must have felt hearing that, if we readers are influenced that much. And somehow, it also felt like something TOS Spock would have said. I don't think he ever thought of it in other terms even as he was trying to deny his feelings.

(And wow, now that I think of it, don't know if you heard of it, but there's a German musical with a song whose lyrics fit perfectly here: "What I feel for you won't ever fade. Knowing you means loving you, you're so near and dear to me. I knew I belonged to you since I saw you. I don't want to possess you, just protect you from the world. I want to be there for you, day and night." Come to think of it, *every word* of that song is a perfect K/S song. Hmm... wonder if that musical ever went international.)

So yes, rambling aside, *love* this story.
jaylee_g
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:18 pm (UTC)
Wow. Truly amazing feedback. You've made my whole morning! I'm thrilled, and flattered and sitting here grinning from ear to ear. Thank you so much!

This, here:

...it also felt like something TOS Spock would have said.

Had me choked up. What a wonderful, completely heartwarming compliment!

The song you mentioned does sound absolutely perfect. I'm googling it and trying to find it as we speak!

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myriadprobold
Sep. 19th, 2010 01:53 pm (UTC)
Wonderful. Thank you for writing it.

The story is so gentle. I could feel Jim and his love and admiration for Spock. And his fear of losing him. But Spock knows Jim. Lovely.
jaylee_g
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading it! It means a great deal. I'm so thrilled and giddy that you enjoyed it. :-)
coeurdesoleil
Sep. 19th, 2010 03:41 pm (UTC)
This was sometimes funny, sometimes sweet and all the time beautiful and poignant. You convey emotions so well and I am never left unmoved by one of your stories. ♥

Jim's vulnerability and fear is so vividly depicted in this, and the final scene between Kirk and Spock really tugged at my heartstrings.
“Because I know you,” Spock said simply, and his eyes shone brightly with a light that Jim would admit that yes, he wasn’t too familiar. This was new.
But it warmed him. It touched places in his soul that were hurting and somehow started to heal them.

I cried.
jaylee_g
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:23 pm (UTC)
Awww, darling *hugs you*, that's so sweet of you to say. I couldn't be more thrilled that you enjoyed the story, more flattered that you got such a visceral reaction from it, or more grateful for such loving, supportive feedback. You have me grinning from ear to ear. Thank you!
dawning_star
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:36 pm (UTC)
I don't know how you do it, but each glimpse into Jim and Spock just gets better and better.
jaylee_g
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:38 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you, darling *hugs*. That's so sweet of you to say. I'm so thrilled and flattered that you think so. I don't think it's possible to smile any larger than I am right now. :-)
prue84
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:48 pm (UTC)
Really loved it. But... hey, you are not able to write a not enjoyable Kirk's pov so... I always know that a Kirk's pov story written by you is marvellous even before actually start reading. XD
jaylee_g
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:54 pm (UTC)
Wow! What an amazing compliment. I'm a bit speechless and definitely choked up. Thank you so much. It means so much that you have so much faith in my storytelling abilities *hugs you*.
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tkeylasunset
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:58 pm (UTC)
Just Wow!
This was fabulous. Utterly and completely fabulous. "I know you."

I could only love this story more if I had written it. How utterly selfish of me. But seriously? This story is Made of Win!!! Thank you for sharing it!!

Hugs to you!!
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 03:45 am (UTC)
Re: Just Wow!
Awww, thank you, darlin'. I'm honored that you enjoyed it. And I'm beyond thrilled that you love it enough to want to claim it, a tremendous compliment indeed. You have me grinning from ear to ear! :-)
melayneseahawk
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:59 pm (UTC)
Wonderful. I love the way you set up the misunderstand and then knock it all down. :D
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 03:46 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so thrilled and flattered that you enjoyed it! :-)
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jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 03:46 am (UTC)
Thank you! That's so sweet of you to say. I'm deeply honored you enjoyed it! :-)
scraplove
Sep. 19th, 2010 09:48 pm (UTC)
This is gorgeous and wonderful and I enjoyed it immensely. I have such a soft spot for all of Jim's neuroses, and this hit them perfectly <3 Also, bonus points for this:

second verse same as the first

Yeah, that song is freaking amazing, and this made me smile :D
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 03:51 am (UTC)
Awww, thank you sweetie, You've made my night! I'm utterly, completely thrilled that you enjoyed it (I've got a bit of a kink for Jim's neuroses myself ;-)).

I knew you would get the song connection. I'm tickled that it made you smile. :-)
lavender_basil
Sep. 19th, 2010 09:58 pm (UTC)
Oh, I loved, loved, LOVED this! You have such a wonderful tenderness when you write Kirk and Spock--as this piece shows!

For some reason, I'd never added you to my flist. I just did! Hope this is okay! :-)
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 03:53 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so touched and honored that I'm blushing bright red. What sweet, heartwarming feedback. You have me grinning a mile wide.

Forgot to add... of course it's okay, in fact, I've already friended you back. :-)

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zedrobber
Sep. 19th, 2010 10:57 pm (UTC)
Wow. I loved this....so tender, so beautiful. Really enjoyed the descriptions, and I definitely felt bad for poor old Jim ;o;

Awesome :D
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 03:55 am (UTC)
Thank you! That's so sweet of you to say. I'm both deeply honored and extremely flattered that you enjoyed the story. :-)
1bill_sookie
Sep. 20th, 2010 01:02 am (UTC)
Really loved it. One of the reasons I love your work is that the emontions and thoughts that the charcters have are so relastic and inteanse that I never have any trouble pitchuring that chacter feeling/thinking or acting the way that they do. You do all this while keeping them in charcter, and it never feels like you're trying to overreach it.

"whenever you entered a room, you were all I could see" - loved that line, especially sience that was the feel I got from the movie. Any chance of a follow up?
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 04:00 am (UTC)
Truly heartwarming and sweet and wonderful feedback. Thank you so much! It means so much to me. You've made my day! :-)
ariadnechan
Sep. 20th, 2010 01:22 am (UTC)
Ohh awwww i really love it!!

Jim is so sweet, he doesn't want to taint Sock with his darkness, but he really doesn't know that his dark side is nothing compare with his light and Spock love that light for dear life!!!

How are you??
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 04:01 am (UTC)
*hugs* Thank you, darling. I'm so tickled that you enjoyed it. As always you have me grinning from ear to ear.

I'm good, tired (as I always am after spending the weekend chasing after Savannah, lol) but good. How are you?
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adafrog
Sep. 20th, 2010 02:16 am (UTC)
Brilliant!
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 04:02 am (UTC)
Thanks so much! I'm pleased as punch that you enjoyed it. :-)
pam_casso
Sep. 20th, 2010 02:33 am (UTC)
Everything you post is so fantastic. This was one of my favorites of yours, which is tough because they're all so good!
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 04:05 am (UTC)
Wow. What a tremendous compliment! Seriously, you have me both grinning from ear to ear and swooning. Thank you so much! A happier or more thrilled fanfic writer than I am can't be found.
saturnsdaughter
Sep. 20th, 2010 05:05 am (UTC)
"I know you." It really is that simple when it's right, isn't it? Such a lovely read :)
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm both flattered and thrilled that you enjoyed it. :-)
secretsolitaire
Sep. 20th, 2010 12:27 pm (UTC)
This is lovely. *hugs Jim*
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you, my dear! I'm so tickled you enjoyed it! :-)
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jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:33 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you so much! What an amazing compliment. I'm thrilled that you enjoyed it. :-)
_profiterole_
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:25 pm (UTC)
Awww~! You write such romantic K/S fics! <3
jaylee_g
Sep. 20th, 2010 08:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you, darling. That's so sweet of you to say. I'm tickled that you enjoyed it. :-)
lousy_science
Sep. 20th, 2010 10:58 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed this, it's great. Very sweet.
jaylee_g
Sep. 21st, 2010 01:00 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm both honored and thrilled that you enjoyed it! :-)
rinsbane
Sep. 21st, 2010 01:15 am (UTC)
oh my goodness, this is the sweetest, most perfect thing ever. You managed to tug at me and make this sing with the emotional resonance of a fic of 50,000 words, in so short a space. Lovely.
jaylee_g
Sep. 21st, 2010 01:46 am (UTC)
Wow! What an amazing compliment! Thank you so much. You have me blushing, but also grinning a mile wide. I'm utterly, completely thrilled that you enjoyed it. :-)
nudeonthemoon
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:16 am (UTC)
this was so romantic!! i read it twice in a row.

Edited at 2010-09-21 04:16 am (UTC)
jaylee_g
Sep. 21st, 2010 07:22 pm (UTC)
i read it twice in a row.

I can't think of a better compliment. Thank you so much. I'm beyond thrilled and flattered that the story was so enjoyed. :-)
daphnie_1
Sep. 21st, 2010 09:16 pm (UTC)
Well, am I sucking at checking the flist or what? XD I pop over to send you a PM and spot that you've posted this gem!

(Seriously, you do not know how much I love getting to read everything before it's posted. Less waiting on your awesomeness!)

I think this fic is awesome and incredibly resonant (for me at least). Because it's all about understanding someone, accepting them as they are, warts, and idiosyncratic, and all. And I love that. THAT is my idea of love and this fic makes me all wibbly XD
jaylee_g
Sep. 21st, 2010 10:27 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Awww, thanks darlin'. You definitely know how to put a smile on my face. You always say the sweetest things. And you're completely spot on... acceptance is exactly the point (and in my mind the truest form of love), so the fact that it resonated with you makes me over-the-moon happy. Thank you so much! *glomps you*
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