Ficmas Cards (5)
I want to share a special card today. Not that in itself it's anything spectacular, no, but it is for a very special person. Suffice it to say that without her patience and steadfast encouragement, I wouldn't have been able to get any writing done this year at all. I'm grateful you are in my life, bb! <333
For: lowcutjeans
Prompt: Jim borrows something from Spock´s closet. (DNSB verse)Or Spock takes him to Daniel´s to buy something for a Christmas party.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Daniel comes from here. This snippet takes place after the end of Arc V (I know, I know, guys, please don't hurt me), but before the end of the 5-year mission. It also contains a small (miniscule, tiny, undetectable) spoiler for Arc V.
Jim breathes on his hands before rubbing them vigorously against each other. Spock suppresses the urge to roll his eyes.
“It is hardly that cold, Jim.”
“Yeah,” Jim says distractedly, and scowls at the nearby shop window. “Tell me again what the hell we’re doing here.”
“You wished to share some of my early experiences in San Francisco,” Spock reminds him patiently, for the third time. “In addition, Commander Kirk requested you should be presentable when attending your brother’s wedding.”
Jim snorts. “Yeah, and now you and my mother are discussing my wardrobe - how’s that not disturbing?”
Spock lifts an eyebrow. “She reasons, understandably, that there is no point in discussing it with you.”
Jim’s frown deepens. “I dress fine,” he mumbles, staring at his feet as they walk. “No complaints from the peanut gallery.”
Without looking, Spock reaches to take his hand, twining their fingers. “I am not complaining, Jim.” He squeezes Jim’s hand lightly before releasing it. “I would hope you know that.”
Even with the contact severed, Spock can still feel the lightening of Jim’s mood. “Yeah, but you still want to play dress-up,” Jim mutters, though there’s no heart in it.
Spock presses in his advantage. “Perhaps I only want to play dress-up?” He stops to glance back at his startled companion, opening the door for him. “After you, Jim.”
Jim shoots him a look that’s in equal parts amused, furious, and aroused, and Spock thinks that if he looks half as good as Jim when he’s flustered, then he can certainly understand why Jim insists on telling him most embarrassing things at the most inopportune times.
The interior of the shop has changed little since the day Spock had come here for the first time all those years ago. He finds this reassuring, and as he looks around, he’s struck by the realization of how comfortable he feels in a setting where he once felt so awkward and exposed. He almost smiles at Daniel, who heads toward them the moment they’re through the door.
Remembering their first meeting, Spock reflects, with some humor, that it took him some time to realize that Daniel was, in fact, the shop’s owner. Over the years, he has drastically changed his appearance several times, and Spock is somewhat relieved to see that, at this very moment, Daniel resembles a retired musician more than an exotic dancer.
“Spock!” Daniel beams at him, and Spock feels Jim instantly stiffening at his side. “Honey, it’s been so long - I thought you’d shaken our dust off your gorgeous feet forever!”
“I was off planet,” Spock explains pleasantly, touching Jim’s elbow lightly to calm him. “In addition, much as I am always pleased to see you, Daniel, I do not require new clothes as often as you would have me buy them.”
Daniel scoffs. “Rubbish; we talked about this. Clothes are not a need, they are-”
“-a means of creatively expressing one’s personality,” Spock finishes, ignoring Jim’s horrified glance. “It is an intriguing philosophy, I admit.”
“I’ll turn you into a believer one of these days, Spock,” Daniel promises, smiling. His eyes drift over to Jim. “I see you brought a friend.”
Jim, who has never shied away from anyone’s attention in Spock’s recollection, promptly steps behind Spock as Daniel aims his scanning gaze at him. Correctly reading Jim’s intention, Spock swiftly turns and places a hand on the small of Jim’s back, pushing him forward slightly but determinedly before he can grab the door handle.
“Let me go,” Jim hisses through a very tight smile.
“No, I don’t think so,” Daniel drawls, looking him up and down. Over his shoulder, he shouts, “Milena, darling, can’t you see we have an emergency here? And get Sheila while you’re at it. Tell her to grab my smelling salts and move her fat behind here ASAP!”
“Oh my God, this is a nightmare,” Jim mutters, pressing back against Spock’s hand. “I’ll be murdering you for this later. Just so you know.”
Spock smirks and steps aside, allowing Daniel a full look at Jim. “Daniel, this is-”
“Captain James Kirk,” Daniel finishes, still gazing at Jim appraisingly. “I’d say it’s an honor, but these jeans you’re wearing are causing me brain damage. Sheila, where’re my salts?”
“Here, Daniel!” A skinny blond girl rushes over, handing Daniel a small flask. She flashes a smile at Jim. “Hi. I’m Sheila.”
“What’s wrong with my jeans?” Jim demands irritably.
Another girl - presumably Milena - chooses that moment to join them. She seems to be the exact opposite of her colleague, dark-haired and robust; Jim would probably call her curvy. “Oh sweetheart, you did not just ask that,” she coos, while Daniel inhales sharply from the flask and presses a hand to his heart.
“I-” Jim starts, not knowing who to look at. “Seriously, this is-”
“Horrible,” Sheila supplies sympathetically.
“Monstrous?” Milena offers. “Unbearable?”
“But we can fix that!” Sheila assures Jim amiably.
“Definitely,” Milena agrees, something feral coming across her classically handsome face. “This butt of yours just begs to be framed.”
“I don’t need my butt framed!” Jim explodes, whirling around. “Spock, you’re just gonna let them-”
“Help you?” Spock suggests innocently, biting back his amusement. “Indeed.”
“There! How are his jeans acceptable?” Jim yells, pointing in the general direction of Spock’s knees. “Those holes aren’t even artistic!”
The three shop workers turn their heads simultaneously to examine Spock’s jeans.
“Well, it is a slightly outdated model,” Milena comments.
“Still Marc Jacobs, though,” Sheila says, and they nod at each other approvingly.
“I’ve set aside a few latest for you, Spock,” Daniel says pensively, eyes glued to a point decidedly lower than Spock’s waist. “Though I have to admit, things just don’t get old on you.”
Jim is suddenly close enough to whisper in Spock’s ear. “Please tell me you’ve never actually let this guy touch you.”
“Jim.” Spock sighs and turns to Daniel. “We have been invited to a family gathering,” he explains. “It will also include a wedding. Jim needs-”
“Everything,” Daniel says with a smile. “Don’t worry, Captain; you’re in good hands. Ladies.”
Spock ignores Jim’s panicked look as Sheila and Milena grab his arms and tug him toward the fitting room under Daniel’s ever-focused supervision, discussing Jim’s skin tone and bone structure.
Daniel’s ‘a few latest’ turn out to be quite an extensive number of things. Spock doesn’t try anything, but merely picks the items he needs. After all these years, Daniel knows Spock’s parameters better than Spock knows himself - even though, unlike the time of their first meeting, Spock has reached his full height now, as well as gained some muscle weight.
Finished with his choices, Spock slips into the fitting room and settles in a huge armchair, unrepentantly enjoying the show.
Jim is beautiful.
Spock rarely allows himself to dwell on something as fleeting and unreliable as physical attractiveness, but when he does, there is no escaping the fact. He watches quietly as Milena and Sheila fawn over Jim, while Daniel’s eyes grow more and more interested as he suggests brand names and colors.
Jim is flushed with embarrassment, but Spock can see how their unabashed admiration begins to sink in, and Jim becomes more relaxed and in his element. It isn’t long till he starts to joke and flirt with the girls, trying out more clothes without protest. He catches Spock’s eye every now and then, and Spock feels momentarily arrested in place, his breath suspended and heartbeat insane, until Jim breaks eye contact.
At some point, Spock steps outside to take a comm from Sulu, informing him that the Enterprise is secured in spacedock for the refit and only awaits Jim’s and Spock’s final go to start the process. Spock estimates they will be back in three hours, and Sulu easily agrees to wait that long.
Turning back, Spock stops just outside the fitting room, as he picks up Daniel’s appreciative tone.
“Never thought to try green, huh? It looks perfect on you, Captain. I’m sure your bondmate will approve.”
Spock stills, suddenly wishing Sulu’s call would have taken longer.
“Spock?” Jim asks, his tone slightly confused. “Oh, we aren’t bondmates. We’re just - well...”
“You aren’t bondmates,” Daniel repeats incredulously.
“No. Why?”
“But you are - together?”
“…Yes?”
“Oh. I see.” Daniel’s voice is suddenly cold. “Wait here; I’ll see if we have that scarf.”
“Hey, no, hold on a second.” Jim sounds agitated. “Forget your stupid scarf, man, I feel like you’re going to strangle me with it. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Daniel replies tersely. “It’s not any of my business.”
“Yeah, but since we’re talking anyway?”
“It’s just-” Daniel pauses. “I’ve never expected Spock to settle for less than everything. He’s - he’s incredible. Absolutely amazing. And if someone like him has to settle for whatever he can get, then the rest of us have no hope at all.”
For the longest moment, no one says anything. Then a chorus of excited voices erupts as Milena and Sheila burst into the room.
“We found it, Daniel!”
“It’ll look great with that jacket!”
Spock returns into the fitting room several minutes later, mutely cursing Daniel and acting as though nothing has happened.
They walk out of the shop empty handed, leaving Daniel with instructions to deliver everything to the hotel they are staying in. Spock throws worried glances at Jim, who looks unusually subdued as they stroll along the sunlit streets, decorated for Christmas. Finally, Jim perks up, pulling on a happier expression with a visible effort.
“So,” he starts. “Judging by the amount of discounts we were offered, you’re Daniel’s favorite client, huh?”
Despite himself, Spock feels a pang of amusement. “As a matter of fact, I am not, Jim. Nyota is.”
“Really.” Jim glances at him sideways. “Tell me, Spock, do you take all your lovers to that shop? Is that a rite of passage?”
“Not at all,” Spock refutes bemusedly. “And I did not take Nyota here. Indeed, I was unaware she was a client of Daniel’s until I accidentally encountered her here.”
“Hold on a second,” Jim says, stopping abruptly as a realization hits him. “That dress she wore for the Admiralty ball last year? The one they said cost a fortune?”
“Was a gift from Daniel,” Spock confirms. “He - worships Nyota. He calls her the ‘goddess of beauty’ or a ‘killer queen,’ depending on his mood.”
Jim laughs. “That’s fitting.”
“Indeed. Daniel also said he would have married her, if he was not-”
“200 percent gay?” Jim smirks and shakes his head. “Yeah, that guy really is something else.”
“Quite,” Spock agrees. “Coffee?” he asks, noticing a sign of a familiar teashop. They still have some time, after all.
“Sure, why not,” Jim acquiesces easily, and almost instantly pushes Spock into a narrow sleeve of the street that stretches between two buildings.
Before Spock can protest, or even ask for an explanation, Jim presses him against a shadowed wall, and kisses him, fierce and unyielding, pushing on and on, until Spock loses himself in the sudden onslaught of passion attacking his every sense at once. Jim breaks the kiss only to turn it into a series of short, hungry little kisses that leave Spock breathless and helplessly craving more.
“Jim,” he finally lets out, half a plea, half a prayer. “Jim. Jim.”
“Yeah?” Jim pulls back marginally, resting his forehead against Spock’s.
“It is not… I appreciate your enthusiasm,” Spock manages, and Jim laughs. “But may I ask-”
Jim hushes him with another kiss, and sighs. “I’d do anything for you, Spock. You know? Anything.”
Spock cups Jim’s face with his hands gently. “I know, Jim.”
“Just, if there’s anything you want from me” - Jim presses his lips to Spock’s palm -“all you have to do is ask.”
Spock cards Jim’s hair with his fingers absently, giving a show of considering it. He knows, of course he knows, what Jim is after, but they aren’t ready for that conversation. Not anywhere near ready.
“Stay safe,” Spock says at last. “Stay happy.”
Jim huffs indignantly. “That’s not what I meant. Ask something for you.”
“But it is for me,” Spock contradicts him softly. “I have everything else. You are the gift I have never expected to receive. More than anything, I wish to keep it.”
Jim smiles ruefully, glancing away. “Careful, Spock. You’re turning all emotional on me.”
Spock lifts an eyebrow and straightens up, pushing away from the wall. “There is no need to be insulting, Jim.”
As expected, Jim laughs softly, and catches Spock’s hand. “Screw coffee,” he says in a low voice. “Let’s get back to the hotel.”
“We need to be on the Enterprise-”
“Yeah, screw that, too.”
Spock narrows his eyes at him suspiciously. “Who are you, and what have you done with the captain?”
Jim just grins and shakes his head, but his eyes flash dangerously. “Either we go now, or we stay right here until I’m done with you. I have” - he looks Spock up and down, his gaze lingering somewhere below Spock’s belt -“plans. Extensive plans. Want me to tell you about them? Or, rather” - he grins - “show you?”
“We are going to the hotel,” Spock decides without pausing. “Now.”
Jim laughs again, this time in pure triumph, and brushes past Spock back toward the street. “Knew you’d see it my way, Mr. Spock.”
For a small, less-than-fully-sane moment, Spock allows himself to smile back.
For: lowcutjeans
Prompt: Jim borrows something from Spock´s closet. (DNSB verse)Or Spock takes him to Daniel´s to buy something for a Christmas party.
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Daniel comes from here. This snippet takes place after the end of Arc V (I know, I know, guys, please don't hurt me), but before the end of the 5-year mission. It also contains a small (miniscule, tiny, undetectable) spoiler for Arc V.
Jim breathes on his hands before rubbing them vigorously against each other. Spock suppresses the urge to roll his eyes.
“It is hardly that cold, Jim.”
“Yeah,” Jim says distractedly, and scowls at the nearby shop window. “Tell me again what the hell we’re doing here.”
“You wished to share some of my early experiences in San Francisco,” Spock reminds him patiently, for the third time. “In addition, Commander Kirk requested you should be presentable when attending your brother’s wedding.”
Jim snorts. “Yeah, and now you and my mother are discussing my wardrobe - how’s that not disturbing?”
Spock lifts an eyebrow. “She reasons, understandably, that there is no point in discussing it with you.”
Jim’s frown deepens. “I dress fine,” he mumbles, staring at his feet as they walk. “No complaints from the peanut gallery.”
Without looking, Spock reaches to take his hand, twining their fingers. “I am not complaining, Jim.” He squeezes Jim’s hand lightly before releasing it. “I would hope you know that.”
Even with the contact severed, Spock can still feel the lightening of Jim’s mood. “Yeah, but you still want to play dress-up,” Jim mutters, though there’s no heart in it.
Spock presses in his advantage. “Perhaps I only want to play dress-up?” He stops to glance back at his startled companion, opening the door for him. “After you, Jim.”
Jim shoots him a look that’s in equal parts amused, furious, and aroused, and Spock thinks that if he looks half as good as Jim when he’s flustered, then he can certainly understand why Jim insists on telling him most embarrassing things at the most inopportune times.
The interior of the shop has changed little since the day Spock had come here for the first time all those years ago. He finds this reassuring, and as he looks around, he’s struck by the realization of how comfortable he feels in a setting where he once felt so awkward and exposed. He almost smiles at Daniel, who heads toward them the moment they’re through the door.
Remembering their first meeting, Spock reflects, with some humor, that it took him some time to realize that Daniel was, in fact, the shop’s owner. Over the years, he has drastically changed his appearance several times, and Spock is somewhat relieved to see that, at this very moment, Daniel resembles a retired musician more than an exotic dancer.
“Spock!” Daniel beams at him, and Spock feels Jim instantly stiffening at his side. “Honey, it’s been so long - I thought you’d shaken our dust off your gorgeous feet forever!”
“I was off planet,” Spock explains pleasantly, touching Jim’s elbow lightly to calm him. “In addition, much as I am always pleased to see you, Daniel, I do not require new clothes as often as you would have me buy them.”
Daniel scoffs. “Rubbish; we talked about this. Clothes are not a need, they are-”
“-a means of creatively expressing one’s personality,” Spock finishes, ignoring Jim’s horrified glance. “It is an intriguing philosophy, I admit.”
“I’ll turn you into a believer one of these days, Spock,” Daniel promises, smiling. His eyes drift over to Jim. “I see you brought a friend.”
Jim, who has never shied away from anyone’s attention in Spock’s recollection, promptly steps behind Spock as Daniel aims his scanning gaze at him. Correctly reading Jim’s intention, Spock swiftly turns and places a hand on the small of Jim’s back, pushing him forward slightly but determinedly before he can grab the door handle.
“Let me go,” Jim hisses through a very tight smile.
“No, I don’t think so,” Daniel drawls, looking him up and down. Over his shoulder, he shouts, “Milena, darling, can’t you see we have an emergency here? And get Sheila while you’re at it. Tell her to grab my smelling salts and move her fat behind here ASAP!”
“Oh my God, this is a nightmare,” Jim mutters, pressing back against Spock’s hand. “I’ll be murdering you for this later. Just so you know.”
Spock smirks and steps aside, allowing Daniel a full look at Jim. “Daniel, this is-”
“Captain James Kirk,” Daniel finishes, still gazing at Jim appraisingly. “I’d say it’s an honor, but these jeans you’re wearing are causing me brain damage. Sheila, where’re my salts?”
“Here, Daniel!” A skinny blond girl rushes over, handing Daniel a small flask. She flashes a smile at Jim. “Hi. I’m Sheila.”
“What’s wrong with my jeans?” Jim demands irritably.
Another girl - presumably Milena - chooses that moment to join them. She seems to be the exact opposite of her colleague, dark-haired and robust; Jim would probably call her curvy. “Oh sweetheart, you did not just ask that,” she coos, while Daniel inhales sharply from the flask and presses a hand to his heart.
“I-” Jim starts, not knowing who to look at. “Seriously, this is-”
“Horrible,” Sheila supplies sympathetically.
“Monstrous?” Milena offers. “Unbearable?”
“But we can fix that!” Sheila assures Jim amiably.
“Definitely,” Milena agrees, something feral coming across her classically handsome face. “This butt of yours just begs to be framed.”
“I don’t need my butt framed!” Jim explodes, whirling around. “Spock, you’re just gonna let them-”
“Help you?” Spock suggests innocently, biting back his amusement. “Indeed.”
“There! How are his jeans acceptable?” Jim yells, pointing in the general direction of Spock’s knees. “Those holes aren’t even artistic!”
The three shop workers turn their heads simultaneously to examine Spock’s jeans.
“Well, it is a slightly outdated model,” Milena comments.
“Still Marc Jacobs, though,” Sheila says, and they nod at each other approvingly.
“I’ve set aside a few latest for you, Spock,” Daniel says pensively, eyes glued to a point decidedly lower than Spock’s waist. “Though I have to admit, things just don’t get old on you.”
Jim is suddenly close enough to whisper in Spock’s ear. “Please tell me you’ve never actually let this guy touch you.”
“Jim.” Spock sighs and turns to Daniel. “We have been invited to a family gathering,” he explains. “It will also include a wedding. Jim needs-”
“Everything,” Daniel says with a smile. “Don’t worry, Captain; you’re in good hands. Ladies.”
Spock ignores Jim’s panicked look as Sheila and Milena grab his arms and tug him toward the fitting room under Daniel’s ever-focused supervision, discussing Jim’s skin tone and bone structure.
Daniel’s ‘a few latest’ turn out to be quite an extensive number of things. Spock doesn’t try anything, but merely picks the items he needs. After all these years, Daniel knows Spock’s parameters better than Spock knows himself - even though, unlike the time of their first meeting, Spock has reached his full height now, as well as gained some muscle weight.
Finished with his choices, Spock slips into the fitting room and settles in a huge armchair, unrepentantly enjoying the show.
Jim is beautiful.
Spock rarely allows himself to dwell on something as fleeting and unreliable as physical attractiveness, but when he does, there is no escaping the fact. He watches quietly as Milena and Sheila fawn over Jim, while Daniel’s eyes grow more and more interested as he suggests brand names and colors.
Jim is flushed with embarrassment, but Spock can see how their unabashed admiration begins to sink in, and Jim becomes more relaxed and in his element. It isn’t long till he starts to joke and flirt with the girls, trying out more clothes without protest. He catches Spock’s eye every now and then, and Spock feels momentarily arrested in place, his breath suspended and heartbeat insane, until Jim breaks eye contact.
At some point, Spock steps outside to take a comm from Sulu, informing him that the Enterprise is secured in spacedock for the refit and only awaits Jim’s and Spock’s final go to start the process. Spock estimates they will be back in three hours, and Sulu easily agrees to wait that long.
Turning back, Spock stops just outside the fitting room, as he picks up Daniel’s appreciative tone.
“Never thought to try green, huh? It looks perfect on you, Captain. I’m sure your bondmate will approve.”
Spock stills, suddenly wishing Sulu’s call would have taken longer.
“Spock?” Jim asks, his tone slightly confused. “Oh, we aren’t bondmates. We’re just - well...”
“You aren’t bondmates,” Daniel repeats incredulously.
“No. Why?”
“But you are - together?”
“…Yes?”
“Oh. I see.” Daniel’s voice is suddenly cold. “Wait here; I’ll see if we have that scarf.”
“Hey, no, hold on a second.” Jim sounds agitated. “Forget your stupid scarf, man, I feel like you’re going to strangle me with it. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Daniel replies tersely. “It’s not any of my business.”
“Yeah, but since we’re talking anyway?”
“It’s just-” Daniel pauses. “I’ve never expected Spock to settle for less than everything. He’s - he’s incredible. Absolutely amazing. And if someone like him has to settle for whatever he can get, then the rest of us have no hope at all.”
For the longest moment, no one says anything. Then a chorus of excited voices erupts as Milena and Sheila burst into the room.
“We found it, Daniel!”
“It’ll look great with that jacket!”
Spock returns into the fitting room several minutes later, mutely cursing Daniel and acting as though nothing has happened.
They walk out of the shop empty handed, leaving Daniel with instructions to deliver everything to the hotel they are staying in. Spock throws worried glances at Jim, who looks unusually subdued as they stroll along the sunlit streets, decorated for Christmas. Finally, Jim perks up, pulling on a happier expression with a visible effort.
“So,” he starts. “Judging by the amount of discounts we were offered, you’re Daniel’s favorite client, huh?”
Despite himself, Spock feels a pang of amusement. “As a matter of fact, I am not, Jim. Nyota is.”
“Really.” Jim glances at him sideways. “Tell me, Spock, do you take all your lovers to that shop? Is that a rite of passage?”
“Not at all,” Spock refutes bemusedly. “And I did not take Nyota here. Indeed, I was unaware she was a client of Daniel’s until I accidentally encountered her here.”
“Hold on a second,” Jim says, stopping abruptly as a realization hits him. “That dress she wore for the Admiralty ball last year? The one they said cost a fortune?”
“Was a gift from Daniel,” Spock confirms. “He - worships Nyota. He calls her the ‘goddess of beauty’ or a ‘killer queen,’ depending on his mood.”
Jim laughs. “That’s fitting.”
“Indeed. Daniel also said he would have married her, if he was not-”
“200 percent gay?” Jim smirks and shakes his head. “Yeah, that guy really is something else.”
“Quite,” Spock agrees. “Coffee?” he asks, noticing a sign of a familiar teashop. They still have some time, after all.
“Sure, why not,” Jim acquiesces easily, and almost instantly pushes Spock into a narrow sleeve of the street that stretches between two buildings.
Before Spock can protest, or even ask for an explanation, Jim presses him against a shadowed wall, and kisses him, fierce and unyielding, pushing on and on, until Spock loses himself in the sudden onslaught of passion attacking his every sense at once. Jim breaks the kiss only to turn it into a series of short, hungry little kisses that leave Spock breathless and helplessly craving more.
“Jim,” he finally lets out, half a plea, half a prayer. “Jim. Jim.”
“Yeah?” Jim pulls back marginally, resting his forehead against Spock’s.
“It is not… I appreciate your enthusiasm,” Spock manages, and Jim laughs. “But may I ask-”
Jim hushes him with another kiss, and sighs. “I’d do anything for you, Spock. You know? Anything.”
Spock cups Jim’s face with his hands gently. “I know, Jim.”
“Just, if there’s anything you want from me” - Jim presses his lips to Spock’s palm -“all you have to do is ask.”
Spock cards Jim’s hair with his fingers absently, giving a show of considering it. He knows, of course he knows, what Jim is after, but they aren’t ready for that conversation. Not anywhere near ready.
“Stay safe,” Spock says at last. “Stay happy.”
Jim huffs indignantly. “That’s not what I meant. Ask something for you.”
“But it is for me,” Spock contradicts him softly. “I have everything else. You are the gift I have never expected to receive. More than anything, I wish to keep it.”
Jim smiles ruefully, glancing away. “Careful, Spock. You’re turning all emotional on me.”
Spock lifts an eyebrow and straightens up, pushing away from the wall. “There is no need to be insulting, Jim.”
As expected, Jim laughs softly, and catches Spock’s hand. “Screw coffee,” he says in a low voice. “Let’s get back to the hotel.”
“We need to be on the Enterprise-”
“Yeah, screw that, too.”
Spock narrows his eyes at him suspiciously. “Who are you, and what have you done with the captain?”
Jim just grins and shakes his head, but his eyes flash dangerously. “Either we go now, or we stay right here until I’m done with you. I have” - he looks Spock up and down, his gaze lingering somewhere below Spock’s belt -“plans. Extensive plans. Want me to tell you about them? Or, rather” - he grins - “show you?”
“We are going to the hotel,” Spock decides without pausing. “Now.”
Jim laughs again, this time in pure triumph, and brushes past Spock back toward the street. “Knew you’d see it my way, Mr. Spock.”
For a small, less-than-fully-sane moment, Spock allows himself to smile back.