Advent Day 6
This one was requested.
“Spock, are you blushing?”
Spock looked up from the holiday card he had just received to look at Nyota who had just approached him to hand him a creamy glass of eggnog. A vegan version, she had assured him when she offered to fetch it for him.
Rather than admit that he likely was, Spock instead replied, “I was looking at this morning’s Secret Santa gift.”
Nyota nodded. “What you get this time?”
This was the last day of the silly present game Nyota had signed Spock up for. He hadn’t known who got his name, that was the point.
The first day he had gotten a box of rare teas. He had been surprised, pleasantly, by the gift. The next day a beautiful teapot with a rare glaze made only on Vulcan. Vulcan Prime that had been destroyed.
He had begun to suspect the identity of his Secret Santa, but this surely clinched it.
Spock pursed his lips. “I cannot say at this time, but I will tell you after I present myself to obtain my final gift. If you will excuse me, Nyota.”
Spock left her holding both eggnogs and he made his way to the gift giver’s quarters.
“Come.”
The door slid open and Spock stepped inside.
His captain stood in the middle of his quarters, fingers hitched in the hem of his black undershirt, his gold command shirt already having been removed. He was also barefoot.
“Oh, hey, Spock. What’s up?”
Spock waved the paper he had received in his box. “I have come for my gift.”
“Huh?”
“You are my Secret Santa, are you not?”
Spock had expected it when he’d received the tea and was nearly certain when the teapot came. But now, he was positive.
Jim frowned and turned just the slightest shade of pink. “You guessed?”
The two of them had been dancing around each other for weeks. Jim had been extra flirtatious and Spock had given back in kind. Though there had yet to be anything physical between them, Spock had guessed it would be only a matter time before one of them made that move.
Given his “gift” that move had been made as far as Spock was concerned.
“I did. And I am anxious to claim my present.”
Jim blinked at him. “Uh, what?”
Spock read from the note.
“A lap dance from Captain Kirk.”
Jim’s eyes widened. “Shit.”
For the first time, Spock felt uncertain. “Captain?”
Jim laughed then which made Spock feel a little better. “That…that was a joke. A gag.”
“I do not understand.”
“I couldn’t figure out what to give you for your final present and I told Bones. He said I should promise a lap dance, and we both laughed, and I wrote out that note, but that wasn’t supposed to go into the box. I wrote an IOU. I figured next time we went to a space station I would have you pick something out and I’d get it for you.” Jim shook his head. “I have a feeling Bones played a gag on both of us.”
Spock nodded. “I see. Very well. I am waiting.”
“What?”
Spock arched a brow. “You might have thought that your offer was in jest, but in fact this is exactly the present I want.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Spock pulled out a chair and sat. “Perhaps a Santa hat would add to the experience.”
His soon-to-be lover doubled over in laughter. “I don’t think I have one of those.”
“One can be replicated.”
Jim came over to him, leaned down and kissed him. It was their first kiss and it gave Spock a thrill.
“For the record, I was your Secret Santa,” Spock murmured.
“I know.” Jim’s eyes were shining.
“Santa hat, Jim.”
“Okay, okay.”
Jim walked over to the replicator and a few minutes later he came back to where Spock sat, waiting. He yanked off his black shirt and then undid his pants and lowered them to the ground. Spock noticed the red satin boxer shorts, immediately. “Nice gift,” Jim said with a wink. He set the Santa hat on his head and then straddled Spock.
“All right, baby, here comes your present.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 