Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

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Song Fic

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Advent Day 5

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“I didn’t even realize how late it was getting,” Chris declared, as he stood up from Zach’s sofa. “I really need to get back to my hotel. My flight’s supposed to leave early in the morning.”

Zach glanced toward the windows of his apartment.

“It’s starting to snow.”

Chris grimaced as he set his wine glass down. “All the more reason I need to get moving.”

“It’s really cold out there,” Zach pointed out. “You might want to stay over.”

“It’s been great to visit while I was in New York, but I gotta get back to LA.”

“Sure, sure,” Zach said, soothingly. He moved closer to Chris and took hold of his hands. “I’m really glad you dropped by. But man, your hands are just like ice.”

“I don’t have gloves either.” Chris worried his bottom lip with his teeth. “Or a coat. I didn’t really think about being here as long as I was.”

“Fortunately, I have a fireplace with a roaring fire.”

“Uh. You could lend me a coat?”

Zach saw the snow was coming down harder. “It’s getting worse, Chris. You’ll never get a cab in this. You’ll freeze out there. Might as well stay here with me where it’s warm and safe.”

Chris gave him a look. “Do you know how much talk there will be if I’m seen leaving here in the morning?”

“Talk?  What talk?”

“At least there will be plenty implied.”

“Ah, but, fortunately for me the paparazzi don’t hound me like they do you. No one’s going to see you. Pretty soon it’s going to be up to your knees.”

“Which is why I should leave.”

Zach put his hand on his heart. “Think how I’d feel if you got pneumonia and died. My name would be plastered in the Enquirer saying I killed Captain Kirk and Steve Trevor.”

Chris laughed at that. “You’re such a dork. Well, maybe just a cigarette more.”

Zach took his arm and brought him close. “You’re eyes are like starlight right now. Your lips look delicious.”


Zach pulled him into his arms and kissed him. “They are delicious.”

Chris sighed. “Well, I guess it would be touch to get a cab.”

“Yep. And there’s never been such a blizzard before.”

Chris laughed again. “Okay, okay, I’ll stay. But keep this quiet, will you?”

“My lips are sealed.”

Song Fic Sneak Peek

I haven’t finished it yet but hope to soon. It’s an AU as you will probably be able to tell but I do see the AOS Spirk guys not TOS.

Anyway, I thought I’d share it here since I currently have nothing else to post here.

It’s based on the song, One More Night by Phil Collins.

Spock had a dilemma.

Unfortunately, he had found himself with this dilemma for some time and had found that he was not as much of a man of action as he should be. But the truth was he was in love with a Human and that Human was leaving Vulcan tomorrow.

For the past three months, Ensign James T Kirk of Starfleet, had been on Vulcan on a temporary assignment at the Earth Embassy in ShiKahr. Spock had become acquainted with him. They were, Spock considered, friends.

Spock realized nearly two weeks ago that Spock wished to be more than friends, but he had never taken the time to discuss this with…Jim.

Tomorrow Jim would return to Earth and Spock…would be left with regrets.

He only had one more night, and perhaps that was all he needed.

The problem, though, was he was hardly the only Vulcan who admired Jim. Spock had been aware that Jim had not lacked for company the three months he had been there. He’d gone on numerous dates, with Vulcans, and with other species that made their home on Vulcan. Though Spock did not have direct evidence, he was fairly certain that some of these dates involved certain levels of intimacy.

Intimacy with Jim that Spock had been unable to secure.

Spock had always been introverted. To his detriment. Jim was anything but. He was full of mirth, beauty, and enthusiasm even Vulcans found themselves unable to resist.

Spock looked down at his communication device. He could contact Jim and see if he was available to attend a social evening with Spock. They had, actually, gone out for tea and Vulcan food a time or two as friends. Perhaps he would be able to present his plans in that manner and Jim would agree.

He began to open the device but then abruptly closed it.

What if Jim was not alone?

This was entirely possible.

He might contact Jim, Jim would answer, and Spock could possibly hear someone in the background with Jim. Or Jim could simply say he had other plans. It was his last night after all.

Had Spock missed his chance? Jim was leaving. What kind of relationship could they have? Spock was supposed to start his second year at the Vulcan Science Academy next week.


He turned to see his mother approach him in their home. He stood at the window overlooking her garden, unable, apparently, to do anything.

“Mother, I…”

“What is it, Spock?”

“I have developed feelings, most illogical feelings, for another and I have been unable to disclose their nature to the recipient.”

She stood beside him, looking out at the garden the same as him. “And you wish to?”

“I fear I have left it too long.”

“Why do you believe that?”

“He…departs Vulcan in the morning. Then he will likely be assigned to a starship.”

“Oh.” She nodded. “It is your friend, Jim Kirk.”


“If you do not at least make the attempt, Spock, you will regret it. Always.” She sighed, shook her head. “When I met your father, I held back my feelings for a long time. I thought we would never suit, we had nothing in common. It turned out Sarek was doing the same. One day, when it was, I don’t know, nearly time for us to stop seeing each other, we both admitted to our attraction.” She smiled. “You are the result.”

“I have wasted so much time.” Spock sighed. “And I do not believe there will ever be a time he will feel the same.”

“Why, Spock? Surely, you know your worth.”

“I do not know. He has so many choices.”

“You won’t know what he chooses until you present yourself as one of those choices, Spock.”

My Funny Valentine

Star Trek: The Original Series

When Spock first got to the lounge, he didn’t see him. He stood in the front area, surveying the crowd, and trying to decide if he had the wrong place or if he’d somehow missed him.

He pulled out the handwritten slip of paper and read the words again.

My Valentine. Meet me at Louie’s at midnight. J.

He glanced at the lit up sign behind the bar Louie’s.

Spock turned, about to leave the noisy establishment, when the sound of someone singing a song drifted over the chattering crowd.

“My funny Valentine, Sweet comic Valentine, You make me smile with my heart.”

He frowned. It was badly sung, there was no doubt about that. Sort of off-key and more spoken than sung, if it came to that. But the voice…

Spock moved forward, pushing through the crowd toward the singer of the song.

As he cleared through, he saw him, sitting at the piano, playing it, and singing, or attempting as best he ever could.

Like Spock, Jim had changed out of his Starfleet uniform, and wore jeans, a flannel shirt, and a beat up bomber jacket. Just as Spock reached him, Jim continued with the song.

“Your looks are laughable, unphotographable, Yet you’re my favorite work of art.”


Jim stopped playing and singing, smiling at Spock. “You made it.”

Spock blinked. “Do you…you think my looks are laughable?”

Jim’s eyes widened. “What? No. No.”

“You did call me your Valentine.”

Jim slid out off the piano bench and said something to a nearby man who took his place at the piano. An instant improvement, really.

Spock admired his captain more than anyone, but singing was not his forte, though he clearly enjoyed doing it.

Jim cupped Spock’s elbow and led him away from the piano and further into the establishment. Spock was surprised that he found them an empty, rather private table, but it also appeared to have been reserved for them, and therefore planned by his captain.

“You are my Valentine, Spock,” Jim said after they’d been seated. “Or I hope so. After everything…”


Jim frowned. “The truth is, I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. But that song? Was just an old Earth song. There’s nothing about you I find laughable.”

He opened a bottle of wine and poured himself some, then held toward the empty glass in front of Spock.

“No, thank you.”

Jim smiled wryly. “Did I ever tell you about Carol?”

Spock took a moment to absorb the seemingly abrupt change in topic. “I do not believe so.”

“We met when I was at the Academy. It was never terribly serious. At least, I think, from her point of view. For a while I imagined myself in love. But it wasn’t. Not really. Anyway, she got pregnant.”

“You have a child?”

The smile turned wistful. “Somewhere. Carol didn’t tell me. Whatever we’d had was over. It was her friend who told me. I’m not sure Carol ever would have. I confronted her about it and she, well, she made it very clear that there was no future with me for her. Or for our child. She knew I was all about Starfleet and that wasn’t the life she wanted. Later I learned from that same friend that she had a son. David. I’ve never met or even seen him.”

“I am sorry,” Spock replied, though he wondered why Jim was sharing this with him.

“And…Ruth. I thought…well, what I thought didn’t turn out to be true. We had a great time, but that was it. There have been times I was certain I was absolutely completely in love, Spock. Edith. I really thought I was.”

Spock gripped the stem of the empty wine glass in front of him. “Were you not?”

Jim shook his head. “Not really. I’ve always fell in love fast. You’ve heard the idea of love at first sight, right?”

“Yes. An illogical notion.”

Jim chuckled and it warmed Spock. “Yeah. I’m the poster boy for that. Edith. Miramanee. Reyna. God, I don’t even know how many.”

Spock did. He knew. But he decided that information was irrelevant to whatever Jim wanted to say.

“In love in a second and gone just like that,” Jim said, musingly. He took a sip of his wine. “But…then there was you.”


“You. I fell in love with you over time, Spock. Long hours of just…admiring your brilliance, your integrity, your wit, your courage, your loyalty. It snuck up on me. You did. For a long time I didn’t even know that’s what it was. I convinced myself you were just the best friend anyone could ever have. Playing chess, having meals. Hell, we were dating, and I never even realized it.”

Spock thought about this. Were they? He shook his head.

“The point of all this rambling, and I swear there is a point, Mr. Spock, is that loving you has made me realize that none of the others were even close to what real love is. You are. I can’t get you out of my heart now even if I wanted to and I sure as hell don’t. The rest of that song says, ‘don’t change a hair for me, not if you care for me’, and there’s not a thing I’d ever want to change about you. You’re magnificent just the way you are.”

Spock opened his mouth to reply, but then Jim’s communicator blinked. He picked it up and grimaced. “So much for shore leave, Mr. Spock. Duty calls.”

Jim began to get up, but Spock stopped him with a hand on Jim’s hand. Jim looked at him quizzically.

“It is the same for me. You are my funny Valentine, too.”

His captain laughed. He touched his fingers to Spock’s. “Let’s go back to the ship.”

Spock nodded, rose, and followed his captain, as always.

Dancing on My Own Song Flash, September 27, 2019

Today’s song flash is for Dancing on My Own by Calum Scott. At one time I wanted to do a full story to this song but it’s just not going to work out. So a flash it is. And that concludes my song fics for now.

Spock wasn’t even sure how he had let this happen. It hadn’t been his intention.

Things had been hot and heavy between him and Jim Kirk. Perhaps a little too hot and heavy and so, since Spock worried about appearances, and about Jim passing his tests for the semester at the Academy, he had suggested they take a break. Spock had meant to imply it was temporary, but Jim had gotten that shuttered closed off look he sometimes got and hadn’t spoken to Spock since. Had refused all communications with Spock.

Then Spock had heard through others that Jim was dating someone else. Spock had been…heartbroken. That hadn’t been what he meant to happen at all.

So, when Nyota had suggested they begin spending time together, Spock had seen no reason not to do so.

Until Nyota had invited him to this club, pulled him onto the dance floor, and kissed him.

Startled, Spock pulled her hands down from around his neck, and stepped back. “Nyota, I…”

Her hands went up to her face. “Oh. Spock. I’m sorry.”

“It is I who apologize. I have given you the wrong idea. It was…my error.” Spock looked around, trying to find a place off the dance floor where he could speak to her more privately. It was then that he spotted Jim, looking absolutely devastated, right before he turned and fled the club.

Nyota followed Spock’s gaze. She looked back at Spock. “You’re still in love with Kirk, aren’t you?”

Spock did not reply but he didn’t need to, not really.

“You should go after him, Spock.” She touched his arm. “Before it’s too late and you both regret something.”

He opened his mouth to argue, then nodded, and hurried off the dance floor and to the exit.

There were two directions Jim could have gone and though Spock was unsure which way to choose, he went to the right toward a courtyard. It was later and hardly anyone was around.

By instinct he had chosen this way, and he had been right.

In the middle of the courtyard was a large, old fountain. Jim was next to it but he wasn’t standing or sitting. Instead he was swaying as though dancing to some invisible music.

When Spock approached him, he looked over, but continued his dancing.


“I…heard you were with her.” Jim gave a little gasp. “I didn’t believe it until I saw you kiss her.”

“She kissed me.”

Jim shook his head. “I knew it was stupid to come there tonight. But-but Sulu said you were there, with her, and I just had to see it.”

“It is not at all what you think you saw.”

“No?” He stopped dancing then. “I was there a while. At the club. You two were so engrossed you didn’t even see me. Is that why you broke up with me?”

“Ashaya, I did not break up with you. That was…I made a mistake. I thought…we spent so much time together I thought I was interfering with your studies.”

“Did I ever say you were?”

“No. But both Dr. McCoy and Captain Pike implied that.”


“I thought a short break would benefit you and there had been whisperings about the inappropriateness of our relationship. I did not intend to break up and have-have felt bereft that you thought that was my intention.”

Jim took a step closer to him. “What was all Uhura then?”

“There had been indications you were dating others and Nyota expressed a desire to go out a few times.” Spock paused. “I did not realize until tonight that she meant more than as friends. Jim, my preference is for…males.” He paused again. “My preference is for you.”

Jim laughed then and it sounded a bit hysterical. “Spock, I’ve been…you broke my heart.”

Spock felt an ache in his side as he reached for Jim. “I am sorry.”

Jim kissed him, deeply, thoroughly. “Don’t be sorry. Just mend it.”

Spock pulled Jim close, burying his face in Jim’s throat. “T’hy’la.”

“What does that word mean? You’ve said it before.”

Spock pulled back only far enough to kiss Jim’s jaw. “Come home with me. And I will show you.”

“What about Uhura?”

“She told me to go after you. She knows it is you I love. And always will.”

Jim smiled. It lit up his face. “I love you, too. Yes, Spock. I’ll go home with you.”

“And perhaps, you can stay there. With me.”

Jim took Spock’s hand as they walked out of the courtyard. “You want me to move in?”

“Yes. Jim. What were you doing by the fountain?”

“Dancing. On my own.” He laughed. It was lighter than his earlier laugh. “Never mind. Come on, Professor. I’m dying for you. I’ll beg if you want.”

Spock moistened his lips. “I do want.”

And Jim laughed again. It warmed and loosened Spock’s heart. They quickened their steps for home.               

People Will Say We’re in Love Flash Fic, September 20, 2019

Today’s Song Flash Fic is brought to you by the song from the musical, Oklahoma, People Will Say We’re in Love. Quite appropriate for Spirk.

Bones looked at Jim and Spock just as he was about to leave the conference room.

“You know it’s behavior like you just did in this meeting that has everyone convinced you two are together.”

Jim sputtered. “What? Together? What?”

Bones shrugged. “That’s what the rumors say. Figured you knew. Well. Anyway, just thought you should know. You coming by later, Jim?”

“Uh. Yeah. See you.”

Jim stood, fists clenched, staring at the door.

Spock cleared his throat. “Captain, I would not pay much attention to what the doctor said. It is likely he exaggerates.”

“Hmm. Maybe. But even I’ve heard some of the whisperings.”


“No. I really don’t like the crew gossiping about me behind closed doors. Linking our names together. Don’t they have anything better to do?” Jim eyed Spock, who looked more than a little uncomfortable.

“Apparently not.”

Jim narrowed his eyes. “Well. Bones is right. I mean, come on, the way you were looking at me during the meeting. We need to be better about that.”

Spock said nothing.

“Here. I’ve got a list for you.”

“A list?”

“Of things you probably shouldn’t do. At least for a while.”

Spock arched a brow.

“Definitely stop laughing at my jokes.”

“You have me mixed up with someone else, Captain.”

Jim smirked. “You’re too nice to my mom too when you talk to her.”

“I should be rude?”

“But see…now they all think we’re in love.”

Spock pursed his lips.

“Right there. That look. Together with that sigh. The way you look at me. And you really ought to give me back my shirt.”

“I was trying to have it repaired.”

“And my copy Of Mice and Men. I know you already read it.  It’s like you’re collecting things that belong to me, Spock.” Jim took a step closer to him. “It’s not like I care or not. If you want to keep the book. It’s just. It’s causing more suspicion.”

Spock tilted his head. “I see. The thing is, Captain, there is a lot of talk about your behavior as well.”


“A lot of crewmembers think you are worse than me.”

“Bastards,” Jim said with a laugh.

“You did insist the replicators be programmed to include not only more vegetarian options, but specifically authentic Vulcan dishes,” Spock pointed.

“That’s true.”

“And on the planet, Mor 12, it was you who asked me to throw our flower leighs into the Pond of Love.”

Jim’s smile widened.

“Given that, I suspect, you ought to take some of that advice you are giving me to heart yourself.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Indeed. You have been praising my intelligence too much. Repeatedly referring to me as ‘brilliant’”.

“Well, you are. More than anyone I know.”

“And also informing others that I have more of a sense of humor than they know. Even referring to my Vulcan charm.”


“You’re also always taking hold of my arms when speaking with me or checking on my welfare.”

Jim nodded. “Okay, true also.”

“And it is obvious that I do not mind when you do so.”

Jim put his hands on Spock’s arms. “Like this, you mean?”

“Exactly like that. This is why everyone believes we are in love.”

“I wonder how they’d feel then if they saw this.” Jim pushed into Spock’s personal space and put his lips on Spock’s. The Vulcan’s mouth softened and parted under his, allowing Jim’s tongue to tangle with his.

Spock’s hands came up to wrap around his waist and back, pulling Jim closer still. “They would surely guess the truth, Ashayam.”

“Ah, hell, who cares? Let them say we’re in love. It’s true, anyway.”

“Indeed. Your quarters or mine?”

“Whichever is closer.” Jim grinned and kissed him again. Quite thoroughly.

Nights Are Forever Without You, Flash Fic September 13, 2019

Today’s flash is inspired by England Dan and John Ford Coley’S Nights are Forever

Spock rose from bed after trying for two hours straight to get to sleep. It had not come and he felt as though he had simply wasted the time even trying.

The time was two in the morning.

He had deliberately stayed awake until midnight, expecting to be tired. Reluctantly, he had changed out of day clothing and wore a sleeping robe to bed.

Even meditation had not helped.

He walked out of the bedroom and over to the sliding glass window overlooking San Francisco. The rain, which had been coming down all day, had not let up even a little. It was splattered all over the window and in the distance, Spock watched as lightening flashed.

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.

Spock went to the kitchen and pressed on the light. Tea was in order since he could not sleep.

Over the years, when he could not sleep, it hadn’t been a problem, because he had someone who was more than willing to help him. Being a Vulcan with insomnia…well.

His PADD sat upon the kitchen counter where he’d left it but there was no flash indicating he had any messages.

“Computer, Classical Earth Music, Eighteenth Century.”

Music filled the apartment.

He picked up his PADD and sat on the couch.

Subject: Nights Are Forever Without You


Spock erased that.

Dear Jim.



He winced and erased.

My Dearest Jim.

As the subject indicates, I am struggling to get rest without you here with me. I have been waiting and wondering about you. I had anticipated being able to hear from you during your Federation Conference on Rigel 3. I can only imagine that matters are not proceeding well and it requires your full attention. I realize that comes first. But my missing you is a much stronger emotional response than I had expected. It is too soon for my time, and yet, something is causing me a heightened sense of longing to have you with me. Perhaps it is simply that I have become so used to you as my husband and mate, here by my side, that even this time is too long. Still, when you departed for the conference, it was only supposed to be a week, and now you have been away for three.

I conclude this logically unnecessary correspondence to reiterate the subject of the message.

Nights are, indeed, forever without you.

Yours, Always, Spock

He hit send before he thought better of it. Jim’s last message had stated he would be back in another week, and that was half a week ago. So, therefore, Spock had a few more nights to deal with this. And he would, because he had to, didn’t he?

He drank his tea and then, once more, went to bed.

When he woke, he was surprised that he had actually fallen asleep at all. He turned his head on the pillow.

Jim!” The loud exclamation came out before Spock could stop it, startling Jim awake, the blue eyes going instantly wide. “I am sorry. Sorry, Ashayam.”

Spock pulled Jim to him, so tight, he heard Jim squeak.

“Morning,” Jim said, with a small laugh.

Not willing to release him, Spock asked Jim’s back, “When did you get here?”

“About an hour ago. Spock.” Jim laughed. “My ribs.”

Wincing, Spock did lessen his hold on his husband and pulled back to look into that beloved face. “You managed to arrive and get into bed without waking me?”

“Hey. I can be quiet. I know you have trouble sleeping sometimes, so I thought I’d better not disturb you.”

Spock let out a shaky breath. “I cannot believe you are here. I thought I had to endure a few more days of solitude.”

“Well. I missed you too.”

He flipped Jim onto his back, leaning down to cover Jim with kisses, which only made his husband laugh, a little breathlessly.

Then Jim put his hand up to Spock’s face. “Hey.”

“Yes, Jim?”

“For the record? Nights are forever without you, too.”

You Sang to Me, Flash Fic September 06, 2019

Today’s Song Inspirations is You Sang to Me by Marc Anthony

Jim woke up with a bitch of a headache. He supposed that was what he got for trying to drown his feelings in far too much alcohol.

Lying in the bed next to him, head currently turned in the other direction so Jim couldn’t see his face, was his first officer.


And wasn’t that an interesting end to the night. Morning. Whatever.

The sliding glass door of the hotel room was open and Jim could hear the waves lapping against the shore from his place on the bed.

Damn, he loved shore leave.

He hadn’t before, to be honest. Spock had to talk him into even going on shore leave, and worse than that, Spock hadn’t intended to go. Until Jim had called him down.

Spock came too.

Jim had needed…well Spock, actually. The comfort of Spock. Jim didn’t know when Spock had become that for him, but he didn’t question it.

Jim had been sitting in the hotel bar, drinking way too much, and alone besides, when he’d checked his messages and saw one from his mom. Frank had died. And wow, that had filled him with a dozen different feelings.

Suddenly he hadn’t wanted to be alone. Not at all. And he’d taken out his communicator and stared at the contact for Leonard McCoy.

But no. Bones wouldn’t do it.

He’d wanted Spock. Needed him. More than taking his own next breath, he’d wanted the man, er Vulcan, he loved more than anything or anyone in the entire Universe, there with him.    

Spock had made it there, too, in under ten minutes. Jim had timed him while he anxiously waited.

Jim had fallen into Spock’s startled arms, letting loose of a billion different feelings. Crying and sniveling all over the Vulcan, until Spock got him out of the bar and back to his hotel room, making him coffee, and listening, quite patiently, to every word Jim said.

Spock had been unexpectedly philosophical, speaking of life, truth, and being free. And Jim was. He was free of Frank and all the memories at last.

Then as Spock lapsed into silence, suddenly seeming to be out of words, Jim looked deep into those brown eyes and his heart nearly beat out of his chest.



“I can’t believe I didn’t realize.”


Jim had risen from where he sat in a chair and rushed at Spock. The Vulcan, to his credit, had not moved away. He stood his ground and stared right back at Jim.

“I’m going to kiss you now.”

And Spock kissed back. Boy did he ever kiss back.

Jim had felt so much love, so much passion. Even now he could hardly believe he’d never seen it in Spock’s eyes before, because it definitely was there.

So much so that it was as if Spock sang to him.

Jim carefully rose from the bed, trying not to disturb Spock after the night they’d had, and took a few steps over to the door that led outside. He had no clothes on, but no one could see him from where he stood. All that was around them was the ocean of the planet where they had shore leave. Jim had chosen this particular room for that reason. No one around him at all.

It promised to be a beautiful sunny day. Made more beautiful with the realization that Spock returned every one of Jim’s feelings. And more, perhaps.

Best of all, there was just the slightest buzz in his brain that had nothing to do with the hangover. It flickered, warmed, and then lit up, as the Vulcan himself opened his eyes.

Jim turned toward the bed. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Jim.” Spock sat up, wiping his face with his hand. “You are standing before the open door with no clothes on.”


Spock looked uncertain. “Jim, I—”

“You can’t take it back,” Jim said in a rush.

That earned him that famous raised eyebrow. “I did not intend to take it back.”

“Good. Because I’m crazy for your love. Okay.” He laughed. “Maybe just crazy. But damn, Spock, you’re amazing. And when you melded us—”

“You are all right?”

“More than. You live inside me now.” Jim exhaled. “I feel it. I feel you. And all that you feel. And I never want to be without that, without you…again.”

He returned to the bed then, to kiss Spock, because his beautiful love was looking vaguely befuddled, and it was such an endearing look. He kissed him thoroughly.

“I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

“That is indeed excellent news because as you are keenly aware, I love you as well.”

Oh yeah, he was. Every time Spock thrust within him, he had punctuated it with “I love you”. It was glorious. Jim would remember it for all his days.


Jim stopped those words with his fingers, shaking his head.

“If you were incapacitated due to alcohol—”

“No. I wasn’t. You had sobered me up enough. I fully consented. And since we still have three more fantastic days of shore leave, I intend to full consent frequently.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “I did not anticipate an eagerness to engage in shore leave.”

Jim cupped Spock’s jaw as he leaned in for another kiss. “I’m sorry I didn’t see what was right in front of me until now.”

“It was in front of both of us.” Spock started to push him down on the bed.

“Wait! How about outside, on the beach? No one is around.”

“Sand between our cheeks?” Spock shook his head. “No. Perhaps a walk later after you have decided to rest from your consenting.”

Jim grinned. “You’re on. Sing to me.”

Spock frowned. “Sing, Captain? But I lack the skills associated with—”

Jim laughed and drew him down for a kiss. He didn’t let him up for air for quite some time.    

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