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Flash Fic, November 09, 2022

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They were out by the barn. Jim getting wood for the fireplace. His mom checking on the pony she’d bought from Mr. Jenkins up the road.

They, he and Spock, were there in Riverside in November to visit Jim’s mom. It would be a short visit. They were on leave. Jim had been surprised when Spock wanted to come with him. He supposed Spock’s recent breakup with Uhura had left him with no one to spend it with and no particular place to go.

They’d arrived that day. Had barely settled in.

“What’s between you and your first officer?” Mom asked.

“Between us?” Jim shook his head as he loaded wood into a wheelbarrow. “What do you mean?”

“I see the way you look at each other. There’s more there than friendship, isn’t there?”

Jim laughed. “No. There’s nothing between us like that, Mom. Honestly it took forever to even be friends.”

His mom frowned and came to sit on a little stone wall near where he worked.

“Really?”

Jim took a break from loading wood to go and sit by her. “The first time we met it was at an assembly to accuse me of cheating on a test he’d programmed. He detested me. Then when the distress signal came from Vulcan and we were on the Enterprise, well…”

“What?”

She hadn’t heard any of this before. She hadn’t told her.

“We had a…a fight. We disagreed on what was to be done to battle against Nero. You have to understand, Mom, he loathed me at that point.”

She pursed her lips. “Go on.”

“He had them dispose of me.”

Dispose of you?” she asked sharply. “Just what does that mean?”

“He sent me off the ship in a pod that landed on Delta Vega.”

“The ice planet?”

“Mm.”

“I don’t understand. Isn’t that against Starfleet regulations?”

Jim shrugged slightly. “Yes. Save for the appearance of…of another…I would have lost my life there. It was inhabited by giant creatures who wished to make a meal of me.”

“Jim!”

Jim looked away. “Even now I sometimes think of that time. When I returned to the Enterprise, Spock…tried to strangle me.”

She stared at him, coldness in her eyes. “And how is it that he was not brought up on charges?”

“It was a long time ago and his mother had just died.” Jim shook his head. “I’ve made peace with it.”

“I’m glad you have because I’m furious!”

“Mom.” He reached over and took her hand. “I don’t tell you this to make you hate Spock. It’s just…I’m explaining why it took us so long to even be friends. Until recently he was in a long term relationship with a human woman. We’re friends now. Good ones. But there’s…Spock isn’t interested in me that way.”

She sniffed. “Well his loss.” She patted his leg. “I’m going to go get dinner started unless you need help.”

“No, I got this.”

A few minutes after his mother left, Spock approached and began to help him put wood in the wheelbarrow.

“You done with meditating?”

“Yes.”

Spock seemed pensive and kept glancing Jim’s way.

“What?”

“May we speak, Jim?”

Jim straightened. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”

“I…I was unaware you still thought about your time on Delta Vega.”

Jim looked at him in surprise. ”You heard?”

“It was not my intention to eavesdrop. I did overhear though.”

“Well. I can’t lie. Sometimes I do think about that. I’ve dreamed about it.”

“Jim, I would never—”

He held up his hands to stop him. “I know, Spock. I know we aren’t there anymore.”

Spock stared at him, dark eyes tumultuous. “I have definitely been too subtle.”

“Hmm?”

“Jim, I wished to come with you because—”

“You had nowhere else to go?” Jim guessed. “I mean we didn’t have time to go to New Vulcan.”

“I did not wish to go to New Vulcan. I chose to come with you because I want to be with you.”

Jim blinked. “Uh. Like-like a friend?”

Spock slowly shook his head.

“Damn.”

“I am uncertain as to what that response means,” Spock said.

Jim nodded. “Then let me show you.”

He stepped forward, grabbed the collar of Spock’s sweater and pulled him into a deep kiss. He smiled. “Well?”

“Enough talking.” Spock pulled him into his arms and covered his mouth with his.

After a few more minutes, Jim stepped back, eyes shining. “Let’s go start a fire. Mom’s going to be surprised.”

“I do not think she likes me.”

Jim laughed. “She’ll grow to love you. Trust me.”

“And you?”

“I’m already there.” He took Spock’s hand. “To the future.”

Flash Fic, November 07, 2022

And so it begins for November. Family and Gatherings. If sentimental hogwash isn’t your thing, you may want to skip this month and next! HA HA

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We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing

He chastens and hastens his will to make known:

The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing

Sing praises to his name, he forgets not his own.

Jim Kirk smiled faintly as he stood outside the old church, listening to the hymn they sang. It brought back many memories. Good ones this time.

He glanced overhead at the sky, fluffy white with clouds. A perfect Earth day.

A short time later he was aware of the service breaking up, so he stood aside as church members exited the church and waited.

It had slowed to a trickle when he saw her. She was frail, very thin and slightly hunched over. But he would recognize her anywhere.

He stepped out. “Gran.”

Her eyes widened and then almost immediately filled with tears. “Jim!”

She practically ran into his open arms as he pulled her close, holding her tight against him as she wept.

“They said you were dead,” she managed to wail out.

“Nah.” He tightened his grip.

After a few minutes of crying she finally pulled back but only a little. Her shaky hands touched his cheeks.

“It is you. I’d know that beautiful face anywhere.”

He laughed. “Of course it’s me.”

‘Gran’ was his dad’s mom. As close as he’d ever get to knowing his dad. As a child he’d spent a few summers with her and even a Christmas. She was his favorite person in the whole universe, really.

He linked his arm with hers. “I’m here for a visit.”

“How long?”

“A week.”

And then Spock appeared, walking toward them.

Gran frowned slightly. “Who is this?”

Spock stopped before them and bowed slightly. “Spock of Vulcan, ma’am.”

“Vulcan.” She nodded. “I’m sorry for the loss of your planet, young man.”

“Thank you.”

She looked from Jim to Spock. “And you are?”

“Jim’s first officer.”

“Hmm. I’d say you’re more than that. My home’s right there.”

And it was. She’d always had a home right next to the church she attended. She liked to walk there.

A few minutes later, she was letting them into her house.

“And here you are at Thanksgiving!” Her eyes lit with joy. “You’ll be staying here of course!”

Jim smiled. “We’d love to.”

“Sharing a room, are you?” She looked pointedly at Spock.

“If convenient.”

She waved her hand. “I’m old enough to have seen everything, young man. If you’re sweet on my Jim, that’s good enough for me.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “I am.”

Gran laughed. “Good. Now we can plan our feast.”

“I’ll cook for us, Gran. You should rest.”

She snorted. “Stuff and nonsense. We’ll cook together.”

“Like old times.”

“Yes.” She took his hand and held it. “George would have been so proud of you.”

He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “I’m happy if you are. That’s what matters to me.”

She got teary again. “Of course I am. And absolutely thrilled to know you aren’t dead. I’ve lost too many of my boys.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I should have found a way to let you know.”

She sniffed. “You’re here now. And it’s going to be quite the party!”

He laughed, kissed her and hugged her again.

“It sure is.”  

Flash Fic, November 01, 2022 (Extra)

A sort of AU

Spock had only been seeing Jim for three weeks when Jim announced he would be leaving for a good part of the month of November.

They’d met at the beginning of the school year. Spock had already done all the course work for the Academy and graduated. Jim was behind him a few years but he was speeding through his courses and was teaching a battle tactics class for extra credit. Everyone Spock knew was highly impressed with the young son of George Kirk who had never known his father.

Spock among them.

It took him until the middle of October before he asked Jim out. It was for something simple coffee and tea. Jim had accepted with this soft smile that showed his bunny teeth and Spock had been smitten.

They’d taken things rather slowly, in Spock’s opinion. In the three weeks they had seen each other nearly every night, they had shared a few kisses, but nothing more.

He’d gotten advice from Pike one day and he had shared with Spock that despite appearances and rumors that Jim was actually shy.

When Jim told him he would be going away for November, Spock had been stunned into momentary silence.

“Nothing to say?” Jim asked, with that same soft smile.

“Are you leaving the Academy?”

“No.” Jim laughed though Spock didn’t know what was funny. Jim laughed a lot and it often puzzled Spock but it was such an infectious laugh, Spock didn’t mind. “I’ve cleared it with them. I’ll be back before the end of the month. My friend will be covering my battle tactics class while I’m gone.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have a friend I need to visit on a faraway planet.”

He never said what planet and after he left, Spock realized he should have asked. He’d only said he would be back on November 21 in the afternoon.

Jim had said before he departed, “Don’t worry, Spock, I’ll be back before you know it.”

That turned out not to be true. Spock knew that some said time flew but all Spock realized that each day with Jim gone was agonizingly long.

Spock had fallen in love with Jim without even knowing it. And when Jim did come back, because Spock found himself almost praying that he would, Spock would make sure Jim knew.

At some point Spock began to become concerned that this “friend” Jim went to visit was a lover. He hadn’t explained and Spock hadn’t thought it was right to ask, but now he wished he had. There were so many things he wished now.

In the meantime, he would have to wait until November 21st.

It was agonizing.

Yep Spock has to wait…and so do you

Flash Fic, November 29, 2021

Kirk wasn’t sure how he felt as he watched Spock interact with his father.

Tired, yes. Relieved, yes. Proud, yes. Elated, certainly.

They’d done it again. His crew. Saved the world or as much of the world that belonged to them from another threat of disaster.

This time they’d gone back in time for whales.

Sarek nodded at Spock, raised his hand in the ta’al and then walked away in another direction as Kirk waited for Spock to join him.

“Everything all right?”

“Of course.”

Side by side they walked as they had surely done so many dozens of times.

“What did your father have to say?”

Spock was contemplative for a moment. “Merely that perhaps he had been wrong about his dissatisfaction with my choice to join Starfleet.”

Kirk smiled faintly. “After all this time?”

“Indeed. And he inquired if I had a message for my mother.”

He glanced at Spock. “And did you?”

“I said I felt fine.”

His smile widened. “Good.”

He saw Spock’s gaze sweep over the crowd gathered outside the building they had just vacated. HQ. Still standing, though damaged from the probe. For a brief moment, Spock’s gaze landed and froze on Gillian Taylor as she stood talking to those that would train her on their time and their technology.

“Jealous, Spock?”

It wasn’t something they talked about often. Perhaps they should have. For Kirk there had been others over the years of their friendship, their…relationship. Many others. For Spock, a few as well.

They didn’t really talk about Saavik and what had happened on the Genesis planet. Kirk really didn’t want to either. Spock was alive and anything else didn’t make a difference.

With Gillian Taylor nothing had happened. Nothing would have happened. But there was history there and so Kirk wondered.

“No,” Spock said, softly.

Kirk looked at him bemusedly. “No?”

Spock arched a brow then. “Is there a reason I should be?”

He thought of their brief conversation where he’d joked with Gillian that he didn’t have her number. He shook his head.

“No.”

Spock looked at him then. “I know that no matter who catches your eye, your attention, your interest, in the end, you always come back to me.”

Kirk felt his heart twist. “Yeah, I do. As you do to me. Even without every memory you had before.”

“We are T’hy’la. No one else matters but us at the end of it all.”

Kirk looked away, swallowing hard. Perhaps he really was old now for he felt the prick of tears. He shook his head. “There’s not going to be anymore of those others, Spock. You’re stuck with me.”

“As you are stuck with me.”

Kirk grinned. “There’s an old Earth song that reminds me of us. It goes ‘I’m happy to be stuck with you’.”

He didn’t sing it but it was a near thing. He liked to sing even if he couldn’t really carry a tune. Spock had reminded him of that many times.

Kirk took a deep breath and turned away from the crowd and pointed to a much quieter street to use for their escape.

“Well, Mister Spock? Shall we?”

Once more they walked, side by side, as they had always been, as they were meant to be.

And that is a wrap of November and the “jealousy” theme. I hope you enjoyed my different takes.

Flash Fic, November 26, 2021

As I have indicated, I really wanted to explore all forms of jealousy. Here’s another.

“Jim.”

Jim buried his head under his pillow.

“Jim.”

“I don’t wanna go to work.”

A long pause.

“No doubt, but as you are captain and due on the bridge, I am afraid there isn’t much choice.”

Jim turned on his back, squished the pillow to his face and groaned. “Damn.”

“I have your coffee.”

He lowered the pillow and glared up at Spock.

“Why are you dressed in your meditation robes?” he demanded.

“Yesterday was the ship’s celebration of the thankful festival.”

“Thanksgiving,” Jim muttered.

“I manned the bridge while you indulged in several indulgences.” Spock paused as Jim sat up and handed him his coffee. “I am currently off shift. I intend to meditate, then shower, and break my fast.”

Jim clutched the coffee. “I am so fucking jealous right now you have no idea.”

Spock hesitated. “If you require it, I will take your shift.”

Jim closed his eyes. “No, sweetheart. Of course not. I’m just being a baby.”

“What does being an infant have to do with it?”

“Just my behavior sucks.  You were good enough to watch the bridge while I ate too much, made merry too much, and definitely drank too much. My stomach may never recover from all the turkey I ate.  Ugh I have the devil of a headache.”

Spock nodded. “I do have Leonard’s hangover remedy to give you for that.”

“Yeah, thanks. In a second. Everything all right with the ship?”

“No issues, Captain.”

Jim smiled. “Thanks, Commander.”

“In all seriousness, Jim, I can take your shift if you are too uncomfortable.”

Jim swung his legs out of bed and stood. “Absolutely not. I’m going. You take your time as you’re entitled too. But I’m still a bit jealous.”

“Given what I heard about the celebration, I imagine there will be others in the same condition as you on the bridge today.”

“Mm.” Jim took the tablets Spock offered him, put them in his mouth and swallowed. “There may have been some drunken Christmas Carols.” He rubbed his neck. “And uh, pictures or videos, maybe, of me and Uhura singing Santa Baby with her on my lap.”

Spock arched a brow. “It’s a little early for Christmas songs, is it not?”

Jim gave him a quick kiss. “That’s why I love you, honey. Your only comment after hearing that was that it’s too early for Christmas songs. And right you are.” He stretched and yawned. “I wonder if there’s any leftover turkey.”      

Spock stared at him.

“What?”

“You just said your stomach ached from eating too much turkey.”

“Yeah, so?”

Spock muttered, “Illogical. Enjoy your shift, Jim.”

Jim kissed him again and went to take his shower.

Flash Fic, November 24, 2021

Jim closed the oven door with satisfaction and then almost wiped his hands on his Kiss the Cook turkey apron. Aborting that action, he went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. He was aware Bones was leaning a hip against a nearby counter, smirking, as he sipped his black coffee.

“I’m jealous, you know.”

“About time you admitted I have a cuter ass than you,” Jim said. “After all these years.”

“Hardy har har. I concede you probably do, but that’s not what I’m jealous of.”

Jim dried off his hands. “No?”

“Nope. I’m jealous of your mad skills at cooking the Thanksgiving turkey. Don’t know anyone who’s better at it.”

Jim chuckled. “Well, thanks, Bones. That means a lot coming from you.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know, that’s why it means a lot.” He patted his stomach. “I know how to eat. Dinner will still be a few hours, so you can go relax in the living room. Get yourself a drink. There’s wine for sure and probably whiskey.”

“Okay.” Bones smiled faintly. “Jim, about Spock—”

Jim’s smile slipped and he waved his hand. “Forget about that. It’s nothing.”

“You sure?”

“Sure I’m sure. I’ll be in with my own glass of wine in a second.”

Bones left Jim to the kitchen and Jim sighed, glancing out the window. It was then that he saw the flakes of snow coming down. It made him smile and shake his head.

Yeah, he had a lot to be grateful for, and so he was feeling good about the upcoming meal.

“It’s snowing,” he called.

“What?” Bones exclaimed. “Damn.”

He heard Bones go to the front door and open it.

“Hey Jim?”

“Hmm?”

“There’s a frozen Vulcan out here.”

“What?”

Jim hurried from the kitchen and to the front door. Sure enough, Spock stood there, one of his knitted beanie hats on his head. It and the rest of the Vulcan was covered in snow.

Spock opened his mouth to speak but Jim flung himself into the Vulcan’s arms and thoroughly kissed him.

Bones cleared his throat. Jim pulled back and grinned at Spock. “Welcome home.”

Happy Thanksgiving my fellow Americans

Flash Fic, November 22, 2021

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“Unfortunately, I have already made prior plans for that period of time,” Spock replied.

His newly established boyfriend, Jim Kirk, had asked Spock if he’d care to come to Riverside, Iowa for the short Thanksgiving break they were receiving from Starfleet Academy. Jim planned to take a shuttle to Riverside Tuesday afternoon and then return Sunday afternoon to San Francisco.

He’d explained to Spock that it would be him, his mother, and Jim’s brother, Sam, and his new wife, Aurelan. His mother had a new man she wanted them all to meet as well.

 Jim smiled at Spock’s response. There seemed nothing unusual in that smile.

“Oh, okay. No problem.” He paused. “Should I be jealous?”

Spock stared. “Jealous? Of what, Jim?”

Jim laughed then. “That you have plans with someone else.” He laughed again. “I’m only kidding, Spock.” He patted Spock’s arm just like he often patted McCoy’s arm, who at that moment was watching their interaction with narrowed eyes. “I gotta go. Got a class in three minutes and on the other side of the campus.”

“You will be late,” Spock predicted.

“Guess I’d better run then. Bye.”

And Jim was gone. Spock was left with a now glaring Leonard McCoy.

“Are you out of your Vulcan mind?”

Spock had no idea what had earned him that question and he opened his mouth to reply.

“That was rhetorical,” McCoy snapped. “Just what do you have planned that’s more important than Jim?”

Spock frowned. “The importance of my plans has little to do with Jim. It is a science symposium I planned participation in many months ago that takes place in Colorado.”

“Uh-huh. You don’t get it. Jim invited you to meet his family. That’s hugely significant. He has…issues. Family issues, personal ones. This is the first time his whole family has gotten together in, well, maybe never before this. He wanted you to be there. Everyone’s going to have a significant other there except Jim. Can you imagine how that makes him feel?”

“No,” Spock admitted. “Since my attending a symposium is no reflection on my feelings or lack thereof for Jim. To conflate them is illogical.”

McCoy pinched the bridge of his nose. “All I’m saying here, Spock, is you are on extremely thin ice, and you really ought to rethink your rejection of Jim’s invitation.”

“As it was merely a rejection of his invitation and not of him, I cannot agree that it is a cause for concern. My plans for this coming week have already been set for months and Jim seemed all right with that.”

“Yes, he seemed all right, I’ll agree.”

“Then—”

“Look, you figure it out, Spock. Or don’t. But in the next day or so, Jim is going to distance himself from you and you’re going to wonder why and don’t say I didn’t warn you. And I have to go too. I don’t have a class, but I am meeting someone. If I don’t talk to you again, have a good symposium.”

Spock watched the doctor walk away and with a shake of his head, Spock dismissed his words. He and Jim were fine.

***

Sorry, Spock. I have a bunch of stuff to do and can’t make it tonight.

Spock read the message from Jim in regard to their evening plans. Spock was disappointed as he had been looking forward to spending time with Jim prior to their differing plans over the next few days.

There was, of course, tomorrow night, which would be the night before their Tuesday departure.

Understood. Tomorrow evening then? I will make dinner at my apartment, and we can retire early if that is your desire.

Spock got busy doing other things and didn’t see Jim’s response for a while.

Can’t make it tomorrow either. Really busy. Sorry. See you after the break.

And that set alarm bells off in Spock’s head. Since they’d gotten together, Jim was never too busy for Spock and vice versa. Any moment of spare time they spent together and in fact, Spock was close to asking Jim to share his apartment.

Spock had not spoken in person to Jim since Spock had advised he could not make the trip to Riverside.

Jim is going to distance himself from you and you’re going to wonder why.

Those words played in Spock’s head now. He re-read Jim’s two messages a few times before typing out,

Jim, is something amiss?

No, why?

And Spock, prior to his “warning” from McCoy would have just accepted Jim’s answer on face value. But now Spock conjured up in his memory that smile Jim had given him when he’d said, “Oh, Okay.”

Now that Spock thought about it, his words were much more. “Oh. Okay.” Two separate words. Not “Oh, okay.” Which the more he thought about it, there was a definite difference, subtle though it might be.

Spock brought up the site for the symposium and found his reservation.

***

  Spock could see the look of surprise on Jim’s face when Jim arrived at his shuttle gate to find Spock standing there, waiting for him, bag in hand.

“Spock? What are you doing here?”

“I am here to accompany you to have Thanksgiving with your family.”

“But…”

“My plans changed.”

“They did or did you change them?”

“Does it matter?”

Jim shook his head. “Except you didn’t have to do that, Spock. You had something else to do. No big deal.”

Spock exhaled slowly. “I found that I decided it was a…big deal. You are concerned with seeing your family over these next few days, are you not?”

“Well. Yeah. I haven’t seen Sam in…I don’t know how long. Years. I was surprised he was coming. And bringing his wife. And Mom. Anyway, I was okay with you not coming. I can’t blame anyone who doesn’t want to deal with me and my family.”

“Spending time with you is not “dealing” with you, Jim. In fact, perhaps, when we arrive you can announce that you are now living with me.”

Jim laughed. “I am?”

“I want you to.”

Jim smiled and leaned in close to kiss Spock softly, and though Spock did not care for public displays, he found this time, he did not mind.

“I can’t believe you’re here. Thank you. Let’s go.”

Spock turned to go through the gate with Jim.

“Oh and Jim?”

“You have nothing to be jealous about.”

Jim gave him a quizzical look. “Yeah?”

“You will always come first.”  

Flash Fic, November 19, 2021

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“You know you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

Jim almost jumped when Uhura spoke behind him. He turned to see she was smirking slightly at him. “Huh?”

“Every time that Andorian girl Brooks brought talks to Spock, which is often, you tense up and get an aggravated look on your face.” Uhura shook her head. “He’s not even slightly interested in her.”

“She’s interested in him though.” He decided not to pretend she wasn’t reading him right. He didn’t like that girl practically invading Spock’s personal space. “And didn’t she come with Brooks?”

“He says they’re only friends. To be honest I think maybe she asked to come when she found out Spock would be at the dinner.”

“And that’s not supposed to bother me?”

“Right. Jim, Spock is completely smitten with you. She doesn’t stand a chance. Didn’t you make him vegan pumpkin pie?”

Jim nodded.

Uhura padded his arm. “Not a chance. Now I’ll go and distract her and you snatch him away.”

Jim smiled his thanks and watched as Uhura lured the Andorian away from Jim’s boyfriend, who Jim slid over to.

“Doing okay?”

“I am, yes.” Spock paused. “I am ready to depart whenever you are.”

Jim laughed. “Had enough, have you?”

“Not if you haven’t,” Spock replied diplomatically.

Jim glanced around, saw the Andorian was watching them with narrowed eyes, and leaned into kiss Spock.

“Now I am ready,” he announced with a wink.

Spock shook his head. “Illogical display of your claim.”

“You betcha. Let’s make our goodbyes and go home.”

Flash Fic, November 17, 2021

Jim sighed. “I just don’t get it, Bones. I thought I was more popular than this.”

He’d been sitting at the kissing booth for charity for hours and not one person had come up to kiss him. It was strange.

The Mid-November event was being held for the Starfleet Family Charity. When members of Starfleet died in action, their families were given donations.

“I’ll be right back, Jim.”

Bones walked away and Jim’s mind went to his plans for Friday night. All his friends were getting together for a Pre-Thanksgiving get together. Of course, some of those he knew at the Academy simply didn’t get while they still observed the old American holiday, but Jim did. It was all about gratitude and eating. There was always eating.

A few minutes later, Bones returned, chuckling.

“I know why you have no kissers.”

Jim frowned. “You do? Why?”

“Spock.”

“Spock?” Jim was trying to figure out what his boyfriend had to do with it.

“He’s been paying them off.”

“He’s been…”

Spock appeared then, from another area of the charity even, looking not at all apologetic.

“Spock, have you been paying people not to kiss me?”

“Indeed. Since you belong to me it is inappropriate for others to kiss you.” He paused. “Even for charity. I have been keeping track and will donate what you would have earned. Now, however, the booth is closed, and we can leave.”

“Spock, you devil.” But Jim cracked up. He got up from the stool he’d been perched on and hung the sign that said Kissing Booth Closed. “I thought I’d lost my charms.”

Spock arched a brow. “I would have been fine if you had volunteered for the dunk booth.”

“Oh, great. You’d rather see me dunked into ice cold water than kiss others? Okay, okay. I get it. I probably would be the same way with you.” Jim leaned over and kissed Spock softly. “You’re adorably possessive, you know that?”

Bones shook his head at them. “Some of us have a date, so I’ll see you two turtle doves later.”

Jim didn’t look at Bones as he waved goodbye.

“Gotta stop at the store by the way.”

“For?”

“Stuff to make pumpkin pie. We’re having dinner with everyone Friday and I’ve been assigned pie. I’m making it vegan so you can eat it.”

“That is very considerate.”

“I want you to have things you can eat.” He linked his arm with Spock’s. “Come my jealous Vulcan. I can’t wait to get you home. You can make up for all the kisses I’ve been missing.”

“My pleasure.”

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