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Flash Fic, September 26, 2025

And here is the last September flash. A bit of a twist on the Academy. Next Friday will be October 03, 2025 so we will be in Halloween/Fall mode.

“Are there any questions?” Spock asked as he shut down the overhead screen in his classroom and turned to face the cadets in his class.

A hand went up in the middle of the second row.

“Cadet Lewis, you have a question?”

She brightened. “Is it true you used to date Captain Kirk?”

There were several audible snickers.

Spock barely held back his sigh.

“Any questions pertaining to the actual content of today’s lesson?”

No hands went up.

“Dismissed.”

As the cadets began to file out of the classroom, he noticed a few spotted the man sitting in the shadows at the top of the stadium style seating, but they didn’t seem to recognize him, though he did earn a few curious glances.

When the cadets were gone, the man stood up and walked toward Spock.

“Used to, huh?” Jim chuckled.

“I suppose it is sort of true,” Spock replied. “We no longer ‘date’ since we are mates.”

“We went to a nice dinner last night, doesn’t that count as a date?” Jim leaned over and gave Spock a quick kiss.

The door of the classroom opened and Cadet Lewis came hurrying back in.

“Sorry, Professor, I think I dropped my lipstick…” She stopped in her tracks, eyes wide as she stared at them. “S-sir.”

Jim smiled. “Cadet Lewis.”

She scrambled over to where she’d been sitting, bent down and retrieved her lipstick. She straightened.

“So it is true!” she exclaimed. “But you still are dating, aren’t you?”

“Cadet—” Spock began.

“Commander Spock is my husband,” Jim explained.

“Oh wow! Wait until I tell Margery!”

Jim laughed.

Lewis blushed. “Congratulations, Captain, Commander.”

“Thanks. You’d better be on your way, Cadet. I have Starfleet business to discuss with your professor.”

“Yes, of course.” She hurried from the classroom.

“What Starfleet business?” Spock asked.

“Ship repairs will be completed by the end of the week, so your temporary teaching assignment concludes then too.”

Spock nodded. “I cannot say I am sorry to hear it. Though if you take an eventual promotion to admiral, I might consider returning to teach at the Academy.”

“You don’t want to command a starship?”

“I have no desire to serve on a ship you are not on,” Spock stated simply.

Jim reached over and squeezed his hand. Then he glanced around. “Boy, this all brings back memories.”

“Fond ones?”

Jim grinned. “Well, my fondest are in what used to be your office when you slammed me down on your desk and—”

Spock shut him up with a kiss.   

Flash Fic, September 19, 2025

Hard to believe only one week left after this for Academy month! Then we move on to October’s theme. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Here’s this week!

There really wasn’t any reason to stay any longer, and yet Jim knew he was lingering.

Professor Spock was resting in the hospital bed, though he was awake and had been conversing with Jim and members of the staff. He’d messaged someone Spock had asked him to so could come be with him.

He’d been assured Spock would be fine would likely be released in the morning.

And yet, he was reluctant to leave.

“Well, I guess, I should be—” He started to say for like the fourth time. But something always interrupted him. The last time, a nurse had brought Sprock a vegetarian soup for him to sip.

This time he was interrupted when the person Jim had messaged about Spock arrived.

Nyota Uhura.

Jim was well familiar with her. She’d been snooty from the moment he’d spoken to her at the bar in Riverside. He didn’t really feel like dealing with her fawning over Spock now.

And of course she ran right over to Spock and started fussing with him and the position he was in and his pillows.

Of course she had to be the one.

Jim grimaced. “Anyway, since your girlfriend’s here, I’m going to get going,” he said loudly.

They both stopped and then stared at Jim. He couldn’t tell if it was because they forgot he was even there or what.

Spock’s mouth hung open slightly. “Nyota is not my girlfriend.”

Jim was nonplused by this.

Spock seemed a bit dazed himself. “I thought…” He trailed off and oddly enough blushed.

Uhura cleared her throat. “I think I’m going to run to the cafeteria for some tea.” She leaned down to kiss Spock’s forehead. “I’ll be back.”

Jim watched her leave, admittedly confused. He wasn’t sure what just happened.

 “Uh.” He knew he sounded lame.

Spock was still looking embarrassed. “I apologize, Jim. I assumed…”

Jim got closer. “Assumed what?”

Spock did not meet his gaze. “That you shared my interest. If I have misinterpreted—”

Jim’s eyes widened and he leaned over Spock to kiss him on the lips.

When he pulled back, Spock’s dark eyes were filled with warmth.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s me who hit my head,” Jim joked.

“Perhaps I was too subtle.”

Jim shook his head and then nodded. “Yeah, maybe you were. But I get it now.”

He kissed Spock again.

A throat cleared and Jim looked over to see Uhura smirking, holding a cup in her hand.

“Everything worked out now?” she asked.

Jim sat on the edge of Spock’s bed and grasped Spock’s hand in his. “Yep.”

She chuckled and came further into the room. “Now how exactly did you hit your head, Professor?”

Spock replied, “As it happens…”   

Flash Fic, September 12, 2025

This one is most definitely an AU, read on!

“Is this seat taken?”

It took a moment for Jim to realize that whoever asked that question must be speaking to him, because he felt someone hovering nearby. He looked up from concentrating on his PADD. And looked up again. The speaker was tall, thin, and Vulcan.

“What?”

“Is the seat next to you currently occupied?” the Vulcan spoke slowly, as though Jim were an idiot. Perhaps he was as he still just stared.

When the Vulcan continued to stare back, Jim finally replied, “No.”

With a slight nod, the Vulcan sat in the seat next to Jim at the table in the cafeteria. He’d brought with him what smelled like spiced tea and a plate that looked like it contained a raisin scone.

Jim allowed his gaze to wander around the cafeteria and noted that were several available tables that were entirely unoccupied. That the Vulcan chose to sit at his table was a puzzle. With a shrug, Jim went back to his PADD and absently took a sip of his coffee.

“Are you a first-year cadet?”

Jim found it to be an interesting question considering he was not wearing any kind of cadet’s uniform, but rather a t-shirt and jeans. Still he supposed considering he was in Starfleet Academy’s cafeteria the question made some sort of sense.

Jim did not recognize the Vulcan, which meant he did not attend the VSA on Vulcan. At least not currently anyway. He might be a past student. Judging by the Vulcan’s current attire, he was likely teaching courses at Starfleet Academy.

He thought about his knowledge related to a Vulcan who had enlisted in Starfleet.

Jim asked carefully, “Spock?”

“That is correct,” the Vulcan replied, unable to completely cover his surprise. Yes, this was the half-Human Vulcan. “You did not answer my question.”

Jim smiled. “I am not a first-year cadet, no.”

“How is it you are aware of my identity, mister…?”

“Kirk. James Kirk. I have heard of you,” he admitted. “Based on what I have heard, I figured you were Spock.”

“I see. You definitely have an advantage over me. What year of the Academy are you in, if I may ask.”

“You can ask.” Jim chuckled at the blank look on Spock’s face. Yep, he was well familiar with that look. “I am not a cadet at all, Spock.”

“Surely not a parent of a student.”

He outright laughed. “Nah. A little young for that. I’m teaching here this semester. Battle Tactics.”

Spok minutely frowned. Jim could tell he was trying to determine how best to politely ask Jim for his qualifications.

“Normally I teach on Vulcan,” he added, watching for Spock’s reaction.

“The planet Vulcan?’

“Do you know another?” Jim smiled.

“Where—”

“The Vulcan Science Academy.”

“You teach at the Vulcan Science Academy?”

“Yep. Have for the past, er, two years. I was asked to teach Battle Tactics here, so I’ve taken a temporary leave from VSA. Feel free to check me out.”

Spock blinked, fired up his own PADD and a moment later said, “You are a quarter Vulcan.”

“I am, yes. Mom’s side. She was half Vulcan. Her mother. I suspect my students find me a bit too Human, but they seem to like me anyway.”

“Your grandmother.”

Jim nodded. “Yep. You probably have heard of her. She’s fairly famous. She assures me that her relationship with my Human grandfather was brief and a mistake, but she tolerates Mom and me anyway. And my brother.”

“Who is your grandmother?”

Jim watched Spock again for his reaction. “T’Pau.”

“T’Pau?” Spock sounded outraged.

“Sort of blows your mind, huh?”

“I…there is no proof that any of that is true.”

Jim glanced down at his PADD, pressed a few buttons, and then handed that PADD to Spock, who studied it with a noticeable muscle twitch next to his eyebrows.

Jim leaned back. “But now that you mention it, I have been thinking of switching sides.”

Spock looked up, handed the PADD back to Jim. “Switching sides?”

“Joining Starfleet. They have a really cute Vulcan officer.”

Spock actually blushed.

Jim grinned. “Anyway, I’ve been wondering, Spock, why you wanted to sit here when there are plenty of tables available.”

Spock’s blush deepened. “I thought it was obvious. Given my interest, I can only assume that I somehow recognized your Vulcan heritage, which prompted me, logically, to attempt contact.”

Jim laughed. “Logically. Yes. I guess so.”

“What else would it be?”

“My cute ass.”

Spock cleared his throat. “Perhaps that too.”

PS. I kinda love the idea of this universe and think Jim/T’Pau interaction with her as his granny would be epic, but that’s me, LOL

Flash Fic, September 05, 2025

And Academy Month Begins

Someone slammed into Spock so hard it knocked him off his feet and to the ground just outside the biology building of Starfleet Academy.

“Oh crap. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m late!”

Spock, momentarily stunned, looked up at a wild-eyed sandy haired cadet with flushed skin staring down at him.

“Let me help you up.”

Spock shook himself. “There is no need, Cadet. I am capable of standing on my own. Since you are late, I suggest you continue to your class.”

“But-are you all right? Are you injured?”

“I am not. Go.”

After another second of hesitation, the cadet ran off.

Spock rose and quickly inspected his uniform, brushing off leaves and other debris. He was in time to see the cadet who knocked him down entering the classroom where Spock would be providing instruction that day.

Were Spock fully Human he would no doubt be somewhat amused by the coincidence. But because he favored his Vulcan side, he did not give amusement a chance to grow hold and instead made his way to the class.

The minute he stepped up to the podium and looked out over the cadets, Spock spoke, “I am Spock. I’ll be teaching this course for Professor Lawrence this semester.”

He ignored the few groans the Human cadets seemed unable to suppress. Spock understood. Natalie Lawrence was a popular instructor, but her difficult pregnancy had made it necessary to appoint a replacement.

He flicked his gaze out at the cadets sitting in their stadium-style classroom and immediately spotted the cadet who’d mowed him down scrunching down in his seat in an apparent attempt to go unnoticed. It was to no avail for that particular cadet was likely to stand out no matter how much he tried not to. He was very attractive with deep blue eyes. He was the sort of man who would ‘turn heads’ as his own mother would put it.

Spock had no intention of moving his head.

He cleared his throat and began his lecture.

Spock was not sure why he was surprised when shortly after he left the classroom that same cadet suddenly appeared, keeping pace with him as he walked.

“Hey, sorry about that. Professor.” The cadet glanced his way. “Commander. Sorry, Commander. It won’t happen again.”

“I should hope not.”

“Kirk.”

“I beg your pardon?”

The cadet smiled and for a moment, Spock felt dizzy.

“Kirk, James T. My name.”

“Ah. I believe I might have heard of you, Cadet Kirk.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“What I heard was neither positive nor negative. Neutral.’

“Oh. Well.” Kirk stopped abruptly.

And for some reason Spock found unfathomable, he too stopped.

“I don’t want to keep you from wherever your next destination is, I just wanted to apologize, find out if you were all right, and assure you it won’t be repeated.”

“I am unharmed,” Spock assured him. “But I do urge caution the next time you are rushing to a class. Not everyone will be as sturdy on their feet as I am.”

For some odd reason, Cadet Kirk smiled. It really was a very nice smile.

“Don’t worry about me,” Kirk replied.

“I am not, in fact, worried.”

Which drew out a hearty laugh from Kirk. And though Spock almost felt he should be affronted, like perhaps the cadet was having amusement at Spock’s expense, he found the laugh so appealing he could not be irritated.

Kirk thrust out his hand toward Spock and before Spock could rethink doing so, he took the offered hand to shake it.

And electric-like shocks crept from his palm and fingers where they touched Kirk all the way up his arm. And he felt an almost kick in his side where his heart lay. It was suddenly hard to maintain his composure and though he felt a tug on his hand by Kirk, who clearly wanted him to let go, Spock held fast.

“Are you all right, Commander?”

It seemed clear from the confusion on Cadet Kirk’s face he was completely unaware of what Spock had just discovered.

“Would you happen to be free for coffee or tea?” Spock asked.

“Uh. Now?”

“Preferably.”

Kirk nodded. “Okay. But I think I’m going to need that hand to lift my coffee cup.”

Spock released his hand then, reluctantly. Kirk smiled.

“After you,” Kirk said.

Spock began to walk and Kirk fell into place beside him. “I do not believe you will need to worry about being late for my course.”

“No? Why is that?”

“If I am correct, you will have to request a transfer.”

Flash Fic, September 26, 2024

Some Jim and Bones for the win

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Jim was maybe a little on cloud nine when he returned to his dorm room that night. A little tipsy too, maybe.

“You look nice,” Bones greeted him. He was seated at his task beating up on his computer terminal. “Surprised to see you though after your hot date.”

Jim smiled dreamily and pulled up a chair to sit by his friend. “Spock had a very early field trip planned with his geology class. Some rock museum or whatever.”

Bones scowled. “Glad I’m not in that class.”

“Mm. I suppose as a doctor you don’t need to learn about rocks.”

“I can tell you to kick a pile of them.”

Jim laughed. “Need help?”

“With this test?  Not unless you have some special knowledge of the guts of Orions or something.”

He half-closed his eyes. “I know something of the anatomy of Orions.”

“Screwing them doesn’t count,” Bones advised him. He paused. “Spock? You had to pick Spock?”

“Fate picked him.”

“Gimme a break.”

He laughed again. “No really. I really was just playing a chess match with him that first time. I didn’t even know who ChessMaster was. Or is. And lo and behold it was Spock.”

“Behold.” Bones snorted. “Why didn’t you just kick his ass at chess and be done with it.”

“Well, I did do that but we discovered our very mutual attraction. It wasn’t, you know, intentional. I mean it was. But not because you hate him or anything.”

“Hmm. Should I be looking for a new roommate? You going to start playing house with the Vulcan?”

“That seems a bit fast.”

“Agreed. But you’ve already been moving in that direction, so I wondered.”

“I haven’t even thought about that. I’m just having a really good time.”

“Does he know it’s just a good time?”

“Bones.” Jim shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about me or him. We’re fine. I can take care of myself. I met his parents tonight.”

“His parents?” Bones stared at him. “Jim, that implies seriousness.”

“I’m not unserious.”

“Jim—”

“Look, we went to McKinley’s.”

“Wow, that’s a nice place. He’s really laying it on thick.”

Jim ignored that. “And his parents happened to be there too. They’re visiting Earth. Pop’s an Ambassador.”

“I doubt Spock called him Pop.”

Jim chuckled. “I’d pay a large amount of credits to see his father’s face when he did.”

Bones cracked a smile.

“Anyway, they seem nice. I probably am going to have dinner with them another night.”

“So you are serious about him.”

“I’m really not thinking that far ahead, Bones. I just want to see where this takes me.”

“You’ve never met parents before, have you?”

“Truth be told some of my past lovers didn’t think I was very presentable for that.”

“You do seem on your best behavior with Spock.”

Jim got up from his chair. “I’ll stop bugging you and let you study. I’m going to take a long hot shower and call it a night. If you hear me belting out ‘I Could Have Danced All Night’ from the shower, ignore me.”

“My pleasure.”

Jim laughed, bent down, and kissed the top of Bones’ head. “Night, grumpy.”

“Night.”

Flash Fic, September 24, 2024

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They had just been seated for dinner at a restaurant known for an extensive selection of meat, seafood, vegetarian and even Vulcan specific dishes that Spock had chosen for their first “real” date. Jim seemed pleased by his choice so Spock knew he had done well.

The waiter had just taken their drink order, when Spock heard a familiar voice.

“Spock! It is you.”

And suddenly his mother and father were next to their booth gazing down at Spock and his date.

“Mother, Father,” he greeted them.

Mother beamed. “I didn’t expect to run into you tonight. And who is this?”

Jim had that look Humans called ‘deer in the headlights’ on his face but he was also attempting to smile.

“This is Jim Kirk. My parents.”

“Nice to meet you.”

His mother opened her mouth to say something, but Sarek spoke up first.

“We planned to dine here tonight, perhaps we will join you.”

Now Spock suspected his own expression mirrored Jim’s. “I am here on my first—”

His mother turned to his father. “Not now, darling. I suspect Spock would rather wait to schedule a time to dine with us. Spock, dearest, I’ll contact you later to choose a time and day. It’s wonderful to meet you, Jim. Perhaps we will see you again?”

Jim’s smile was more genuine now. “Perhaps.”

They moved away and he could see his mother whispering in his father’s ear.

“I apologize,” Spock said. “I assure you that was not some sort of setup.”

Jim laughed. “I never thought it was.”

“Good. They can be…overbearing sometimes.”

“I get it. My mother’s the same way? When we first met for our chess match she was all over me as to whether it was a date. She’s always trying to find me a significant other.”

Spock arched a brow. “Is she?”

“Mm. She already has my brother settled. Sam left home when we were kids. The reasons don’t really matter, but after he reentered our lives, he got married and had a kid. They’re settled on Deneva. Mom has been working on me ever since.”

“I see. Have you told her about me?”

“Not yet.” Jim laughed again. “She’d be picking out China patterns.”

Spock shook his head. “I understand. But…would you be averse to joining me for a meal with my parents? I would understand if you would rather not. I know the timing is quite soon in our relationship. It is merely that their visit to Earth is now. No pressure though. As I said, I understand.”

“To be honest, meeting the parents isn’t something I’ve ever done before. My relationships, if you can call them that, never reached that point. But I guess technically I’ve already met them tonight.” Jim shrugged. “So, sure. I’d come with you.”

Spock was relieved to hear it as he believed it meant that Jim was serious about their future. As a Vulcan, he did not wish to participate in a casual relationship.

“In the meantime, let’s enjoy this parent-free dinner.”

“Indeed,” Spock agreed.

Flash Fic, September 19, 2024

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“There you are.”

Jim smiled at Bones as he entered their dorm later that day. “Hey, Bones. Uh. Sorry I didn’t remember to let you know I wasn’t coming home last night until this morning.”

“Uh-huh. I kinda figured you wouldn’t. And I think I’ve figured this whole thing out.”

Jim scooted past him into the kitchenette. He reached into the fridge and took out a bottle of beer. He twisted off the lid and took a sip.

“Enlighten me.”

Bones joined him in the kitchenette and leaned against the counter opposite Jim. “I decided to take a look at who was signed up for chess matches yesterday for the club.”

Jim chuckled. “Did you? Thought you weren’t interested in chess.”

Bones snorted. “I’m not. But I am nosey.”

“That you are.”

“You weren’t on the list of players. And by the way, TooSexy?”

“Seemed appropriate.”

“Gimme a break. You definitely think too much of yourself, my friend.”

Jim chugged some more beer. “What’s your conclusion?”

His fried looked smug. “You haven’t been playing chess. You’re seeing some girl. For some reason you don’t think I’d approve of her which is why the subterfuge.”

“I have to hand it to you, Bones. You’ve really been thinking about this.”

“Of course I have. Is it someone I know? Someone I’m interested in?”

There was a knock on their door and Jim set his bottle down on the counter.

“Hold that thought.”

Jim went to the door and opened it, smiling brightly at Spock.

“Hey, sorry. I haven’t changed out of my uniform yet. I was distracted by Bones.”

Spock stepped inside the dorm and gazed blankly at Bones, who now stared at him with his mouth agape.

Jim turned. “Bones, this is ChessMaster. And you’re half right. I am seeing Spock. We’re about to go to dinner.”

“You are welcome to join us, Doctor,” Spock offered.

“I’d rather choke on a—”

“Bones!” Jim laughed.

“No, thanks.”

Spock nodded.

“Give me just a sec. I won’t be long. Don’t kill each other while I’m changing.”

“Why would I kill the doctor?”

Bones mumbled, “I have somewhere to be.”

And Jim watched as his friend made his way to the door. “We will talk later, Jim.”

Jim waved and then laughed when Bones glared before leaving.

“That went well.”

“The doctor was unaware you and I are seeing each other.”

“Mm. He thought you were a girl.”

Spock arched a brow.

“Never mind that. Now that he’s gone, you can help me remove my uniform.”

“You need assistance?”

Jim winked. “Especially with the zipper on these pants.”

“The zipper? Oh.” Spock blushed slightly. Cleared his throat. “I am sure I am up to the task of assisting you.”

“I’m sure too.” Jim drew Spock close and kissed him. “We don’t have a reservation for dinner, do we?”

“We do not.”

“Then dinner can definitely wait.”

Flash Fic, September 16, 2024

I think maybe three more parts after this and we will conclude this.

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Jim woke slowly, cocooned in warmth, held close, bare skin to bare skin. It took only a moment for his brain to catch up. Yes, he was in Spock’s bed where he had spent a very good night.

Spock stirred too and suddenly dark eyes gazed upon him.

“Good morning,” Jim spoke first. For light streamed gently through the blind on the window.

“Good morning.” Spock’s voice was deep and rough and it sent another thrill through Jim that he was well aware they had no time to indulge.

But it brough back memories of the night before and the passion they’d shared over and over.

“You are smiling.”

“Remembering last night.”

“Then I share that smile, inwardly anyway. We will be late if we don’t rise soon.”

Jim yawned. “I suppose. I’m inclined to miss my first class and just lie in.”

Spock’s lips curved. “As an instructor at the Academy I must advise you against that.” He paused. “However, as…”

When he hesitated, Jim supplied, “Lover.”

A faint color appeared on Spock’s cheeks, but he said, “As your lover I can think of no objection to having you continue to lie here in my bed at your leisure.”

“That sounds like approval to me.” Jim grinned.

Spock shook his head and made to rise. “I, however, am conducting an exam in my first class.”

“Mm. My roommate is in that class.”

“What is your roommates name?”

“Bones. Leonard McCoy.”

“Yes, I know him.”

Jim chuckled. “I bet. He’s a complainer. I love him, of course. But he does love to bitch. And he hates that class.”

“You do not appear to be influenced by his opinion.”

As Spock stood,  Jim turned on to his back and linked his arms behind his head on the pillow.

“Nah, I know he’s a grump. Besides you have mad chess skills.”

“Ah, so you appreciate me for my skills at chess.”

“That and your fantastic body and delicious lips.”

Spock arched a brow. “I really must get ready.”

“Speaking of, we don’t have to set up a chess match just to see each other now, do we?”

“No.”

Jim smiled. “Great. But maybe you’d better kiss me before you go into the bathroom in case I get lonely.”

“You are illogical,” Spock pronounced, but he leaned down to do so anyway. It was quick though.

“That’s it?”

“Neither of has yet brushed our teeth. As desirable as you are…”

Jim laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. Go get ready, Professor.”

And as Spock made his way into the bathroom, Jim dozed with a smile on his face.

Flash Fic, September 13, 2024

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Somehow Jim ended up being victorious two chess games in a row with Spock, and he’d have been a little surprised except Spock had seemed distracted since Jim had arrived at his apartment.

Rather than set up a third match, they’d moved over to the sofa in Spock’s apartment. He’d made them tea but neither of them had taken more than a sip.

“Are you okay?” Jim asked. “You don’t seem very much into chess tonight. I would have been all right if you’d wanted to cancel.”

Spock shook his head. “I did not want to cancel. But you are correct that I am perhaps distracted. I received communication from my mother that my parents will be coming to San Francisco next week.”

“That’s not a good thing?”

“Seeing my mother is, of course, pleasing, but my father and I have not spoken since we argued over my decision to enlist in Starfleet rather than accept enrollment at the Vulcan Science Academy. I made something of a scene in front of the acceptance board.”

“Your dad was embarrassed?”

“Vulcans do not feel embarrassment.” Spock’s lips twitched slightly at Jim’s raised brows. “Or at any rate, we do not acknowledge when we do. I believe a visit with my parents may become awkward.”

“Why will they be here?”

“My father is the Vulcan Ambassador to Earth and will be attending Federation meetings. Mother is availing herself of the opportunity to see me and other members of our family who reside on Earth.”

“I definitely understand awkward family moments.” Jim smiled. “Maybe I can distract you from thinking about all that?”

“I do not know if I am up for another chess match,” Spock replied.

Jim laughed and shook his head. “That’s good, because I wasn’t planning on distracting you with my brilliant chess moves,”

“Then—”

Jim moved on the couch until he was basically straddling Spock’s lap. With one hand under Spock’s chin to lift his face upward, Jim pressed his mouth to Spock’s.

For a moment Spock did not react and he felt as stiff as a block wall. Jim feared he might have miscalculated and was preparing to stop his actions and form an apology.

But then Spock’s mouth softened under his, he groaned softly, and his hands came up to hold Jim to him. The kiss deepened and soon Jim found himself under Spock on the couch, their mouths slanting against each other hungrily.

When they paused to breath, Jim whispered, “Should we take this to the bedroom?”  

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