Spock had long been used to his husband’s flirting.
Even when they hadn’t been together it had been hard to miss. Back so many years ago, walking side by side, and Jim walking backwards almost to give females attention. It was the start of Spock developing a sort of crush on his then captain (briefly demoted shortly after),which he had assumed would fade with time.
After all crushing on someone with questionable morals was not in his best interests.
Then Jim had died saving them all and Spock’s crush became love.
He did nothing about it for a long time. He had still been convinced that Jim’s flirting was likely a good indicator that he would never be a faithful mate. And he could not deny that Nyota had encouraged that way of thinking.
After he had finally ended things with Nyota for good and actually pursued a relationship with Jim, Spock had learned the truth of Jim’s character. He was nothing like what everyone assumed, Spock included, and in fact he was everything Spock had ever wanted in a faithful, loving mate.
Jim still flirted, of course, but Spock knew it was nothing.
“What?” Jim asked as they stepped inside their San Francisco apartment after a lengthy party. “What’s that look for, honey?”
“You were flirting,” Spock said, reproachfully, but without much heat. In their now twenty-five years together neither of them had ever strayed. When you had perfection why would you?
Jim laughed. “Only a little. And just with, uh, what was that, er, hell, I can’t even remember what she, er, was.”
Spock shook his head, bemused. “And Doctor Flanners?”
His husband gave him a quizzical look. “Who?”
“Tall, thin man with a mustache. Graying hair.”
“I was not flirting with that guy.”
“But I—”
Jim stepped forward and kissed Spock. ”Sorry, babe, but he was interested in you not me.”
“Surely not.”
“Surely so.” Jim laughed. “Just admit you’re a hottie and get over it. Come on, let’s go to bed.”
“I am not tired.”
Jim waggled his eyebrows. “Neither am I.”
“Oh.” Spock nodded. “Ohhhh.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 