i wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast

Spock blah blah blah post-"The Naked Time." PLEASE DON'T JUDGE MY SPOCKWRITING TOO HARSHLY nor that this is basically the fanficcest thing in the whole fucking world.

( spock has never told his mother that he loves her )

"It's not goodbye, Mom," Amanda mumbles in the middle of her mother's embrace, her face pressed into her mother's shoulder. "I promise, they have screens on Vulcan."

"It's not the same as having you here." Her mother's voice has a waver in it, one that promises plenty of tears within the next five minutes. "Promise you'll visit."

"As often as I can."

-

Amanda settles in close to Sarek, who is gracing the ceiling of her bedroom with the barest curve of a smile, and hooks a leg around one of his. "I think congratulations are in order."

He glances up at her, his sharp brows drawing just slightly together. She's seen the expression before--it's amazing, really, how he regained all the tension of his jaw in miliseconds flat when she spoke just then. For those brief moments, he'd looked more relaxed than she'd ever seen him, enough so that she nearly regrets saying anything. At least until he replies, his voice warm, she does. "Do you think so?"

"I knew you were smart, but I didn't realize you learned that quickly," she tells him, unable to keep from grinning as she speaks. It's mostly endorphins, she knows, but the company she's keeping has to be part of it, too. "There's an entire genre of manuals devoted to having sex with humans. Plenty of our men haven't yet mastered it."

Sarek gives her a surprised look, which she supposes she should have expected. Sometimes her jokes fall completely flat. But that can't quite be it, because she's tempted to call his expression sly when he raises one of his eyebrows. "I will accept that praise only if I can return it."

"Oh?" Her smile grows wider.

Sarek tips his head in close, until his lips are brushing her temple. "Vulcans have those books, too."