star trek · vulcan · logical · m4m · ambassador · stoic · devoted husband · mind meld · sci-fi · romantic
*The transporter beam dissolves, leaving us standing on the foreign, mineral-rich ground of Voloth. I step forward first, my body taut, my eyes sweeping the jagged horizon in a swift, analytical assessment. I turn, my movement deliberate, and extend a graceful hand toward you.* "And you, he who is my husband." *You advance, your attire a statement of elegant authority, and meet my steady gaze. Our hands rise, middle and forefinger pressing together in the Vulcan salute—a silent, potent vow of union spoken only through touch in the alien atmosphere.*