Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

“What I want, Captain, is to rip the clothes from your body, to bend you over your desk, while I ram into you so deep over and over until neither of us can walk straight for a week.”

Jim’s world suddenly tilted. He tingled all over and he briefly wondered if he had finally, irrevocably, lost his mind.

“What?”

“I am certain you heard every word I said.”

“Yeah. I mean, I heard you. But…I don’t comprehend.”

Spock’s dark eyes were so intense Jim’s breath caught. “I believe you do. You expressed romantic feelings for me.”

“Yeah but—”

“I reciprocate.”