@highly1ogical cont.
liar. liar, liar, liar. as soon as there was word they were retreating, calla stomped her way into the turbo lift, huffing in frustration. it seemed like almost every time she wasn’t on a mission—something went wrong.
was the wrong on the mission that she wasn’t there?
his door came into view and promptly slid open, that frustration and anger melting away the minute she saw his face, having to had just discarded his dirtied uniform.
feet hurried to his side, body pressed against his to feel the cooler, living, breathing temperature of the vulcan, hands reaching up to grab his face. words fell out of his mouth, and calla half listened to them, thumb grazing over his bottom lip while she studied his face, like there was a chance she had taken that for granted.
brows furrowed when he finished, spock carrying on with his silent affection and apology. hands slid down his neck and traps until they held his shoulders, pushing on her toes to give him a bit of an aggressive kiss, a muffled sound vibrating off of them before she parted.
“ is that so? “ she looked him up and down, twisting her lips as if she hadn’t already planned for this.
“ guess I’m coming too, then. “ giving him a tight lipped smile, patting his bicep, checking to see if he was ready to go.
“ what’s down there anyway? “













