My,
What Long Legs You Have
by Am-Chau Yarkona
Challenge-fic for T'Marii, who wanted "Anything to do with spiders (large,
small, intelligent, stupid, comedy, horror...!!)"
The
cave was cold, and rather damp.
Kirk
woke slowly, stretched his legs one by one, and then scuttled across the ceiling
to where Spock stood patiently on their web, waiting for breakfast to fly in.
"Morning,
lover," he said, rubbing his maxillae over one of Spock's eight
knee-joints. "Anything interesting happen?"
"Not
much. Uhura went by again about an hour ago—she asked again if you are ready
to mate," Spock reported.
"I
hope you told her no," Kirk said.
Spock
conveyed the affirmative answer with an economical leg-wave. "I did,
Jim."
"Good,"
Kirk shuddered. "I mean, it's all very well waking up one morning to find
that you're a black widow spider, and a male one at that, but I don't see why I
should give in to evolution."
"At this stage I consider it more logical not to," Spock agreed, and then was distracted by a moth on the outer edge of the web. "Breakfast is here."