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Dva t'Koh-Nar [Part One: Wuh'rak]
. Dva t'Koh-Nar .
"Mental acceptance of and conviction in the truth, actuality, or validity of a cultural fear of emotional vulnerability and exposure, the feeling of being completely exposed in some way."
Part One: Wuh'rak
They had started a habit of playing chess, in the evenings. Initially, Spock beat him every time, but Kirk had quickly discovered the secret to beating Spock - all he had to do was be unpredictable.
It was becoming the pattern of their interaction - Spock got the initial first edge, Kirk got his act together, and bounced back so hard that he crashed through all of the Commander's misconceptions, stronger than ever and ready for business. Kirk liked it. Spock kept him on his toes.
"...I do not understand why you continue to make illogical moves." Spock frowned, and moved a bishop up. "It's like you do not wish to win, instead you simply scatter your pieces as far apart as possible."
"I guess you've caught on to my super secret strategy," Kirk drawled with a smirk as he leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head.
Spock gave him a withering look. "I highly doubt that."
"Yeah, you 'highly doubt my illogical actions' or something." The glass pieces make a clinking sound. The pieces themselves were old, classified antiques, though the board was a newer model built for starships. Kirk had inherited them from his father. "Well, I highly doubt the continuation of your winning streak."
Spock sighed. He had no idea where to move. It was like playing chess with a monkey. Or, more accurately, a monkey that could choose when to turn on his intelligence, leading to something so dangerously stupid and brilliant at the same time that he could barely keep up. He would win, though. That much was obvious. "I do not wish to discuss my success at the chess board with you at this time. Please find another subject." Spock had learned, in his short time as Commander, that Kirk was very adept at finding alternate topics of discussion, and could easily be persuaded into persuing them.
"...So, those girls that that Mudd guy was selling - "
"I do not wish to speak of them, either. I was appalled at the immaturity of the entirety of this starship, myself excepted."
"But see? We are talking about them." He kept playing his kamikaze game, swiveling in his chair so he could prop his feet up on the table. "Look, I don't know what kind of stick was up your ass, but I know what I and every other male officer - and half the female ones - saw. Hot. Chicks."
Spock snorted in disbelief. "I disagree."
"You disa-" Kirk gaped at him, then the feet thunked down, and he had to lean forward. "Spock. Spock, man, listen to me. There is not a guy in this whole galaxy that likes chicks who would not think one of them was... remotely attractive."
Spock felt the tips of his ears go greenish, and he hoped the captain would not notice. "Perhaps I am not like every other male in this galaxy, Jim. I am committed to my partner and I do not wish for anything to impede that."
Kirk stared at him for a long moment, with eyes wide and sharp like blue chips of ice. "...Bullshit."
"Excuse me?" Spock tugged his shirt down, one eyebrow rising up into his bangs.
"Look." Kirk pushed the board away on it's swivel, and leaned forward across the table on his elbows to look Spock in the eye. The Vulcan, on the other hand, moved back in his chair until he was as far away as possible without moving the chair. "Look. I know what I saw. Those girls? Were too pretty to be ignored. And there are lots of guys here in committed, healthy relationships, who didn't do anything when those girls passed by them, but they noticed them. They could see how attractive they were, they just didn't care." There was a pregnant, expectant sort of pause, and Spock's eyebrow had yet to come down. "...You didn't. You looked at them like you would look at anyone else. To you, they weren't pretty. They were average."
Spock felt like his eyes were being bored into with a hand drill, and he did not like it one bit. "...I am a Vulcan, I am completely in control of my body, and out of respect for my relationship with Lieutenant Uhura - "
"Do you even like her?"
The question floored him. Mostly, because it was completely disrespectful. "...Excuse me?"
Kirk talked with his hands, leaning so far over the table that even with Spock seated as far back in his chair as he could, he was still breaching his personal space. "Do you look at her, and think, hot damn, that is a fine piece of woman, because let me tell you, from my personal experience, that is definitely what you should be thinking."
Spock gave him a long, calculating look. ".......No."
They had a staredown for a good five minutes, Kirk incredulous, Spock disbelieving.
"Seriously, though," Kirk said suddenly, and it was in his other voice, the one that was low and rough and only came out when he wasn't being James Kirk the Playboy Genius, he was being Captain Kirk of the Starship Enterprise. It was the voice he'd used when he told Spock that he'd never loved his planet, his mother, that he didn't love anything.
He still had yet to apologize for that.
"...How are things with her? I wouldn't ask, but..."
Spock closed his eyes, and took his time collecting his emotions before he answered. James Kirk had the illogical ability to bring out the worst in him. "....Strained," he finally answered, settling on what he determined to be the most accurate description. "I am not surprised that you have noticed. You have proven yourself to be remarkably astute."
"Yeah, save your compliments for later. What happened?" Spock could remember Kirk's jealousy in the transporter room the first day he'd seen them, and something about that jealousy had collided with him, and their friction made sparks.
That was the first and last time he'd ever kissed her like that.
"...She believes - no - wishes, for me to be something that I am not." His words were quiet, eyes fixed stoically on the table in front of him. Kirk's hands were in the way. They were distracting him. He finally looked up, straight into Kirk's eyes which was not much of a better choice - they burned like cold fire, and he could nearly feel his blood shiver from an intensity that he could not understand. "And... you... are correct. When you say..." his hesitance was illogical. He was only stating facts, but he had his pride, and he was worried what Kirk would say - and, very nearly worse, what he would think. "...that I am not attracted to her." The last was impossibly quiet, barely even a whisper, but he was quite sure that Kirk had heard all of it.
"And why is it," and he was leaning closer now, why was he leaning closer? There was no need for this kind of close proximity. "That you're not attracted to one of the hottest girls in Starfleet? No, scratch that." Jim shook his head. "You aren't attracted to any girls. You weren't attracted to Mudd's women, and you're not attracted to Uhura, and maybe there's a girl somewhere in the galaxy that would manage to tickle your fancy in a way that none of them could, but somehow, I doubt it."
He's so close again, and Spock could be further away, but he isn't. Why? The question repeats itself over and over again, and he isn't sure if he's questioning Jim's logic, or the reason he keeps leaning in. Or perhaps he's questioning his own reaction - his heart rate rising, breath coming faster and sweat beading at his temples. Signs of fear, he thinks. Adrenaline, the last time they were this close, they were either killing Romulans or each other. Something about Kirk being so near him must make that fighting instinct rise in his blood. He tries to get his mind out of biology and back into the conversation, to pick up where he'd left off. "...What are you trying to insinuate, Captain," he manages to murmur.
"What I'm trying to insinuate, Commander," and Spock hates it when he does that, when he gets that tone in his voice like he's talking to a five-year-old. Spock is not a five-year-old. When Spock was five years old, he did not need to be talked to like he was a five-year-old, and he certainly did not need it now. "...is that maaaybe the reason you don't like girls," and he wasn't in his chair anymore, he was leaning over the table and his face was too close and if this was fighting instinct, Spock should be wanting to push him away, but he didn't... "Is that you like guys."
Their lips were nearly touching. Their lips were nearly touching. "That is impossible," Spock muttered, only he was sure he didn't make a sound, and he was just as sure that Kirk knew exactly what he said, simple from the motion of his lips.
"Nothing's impossible, Spock. Neither of us would be here if that were the case." He didn't pull away.
"I'm a Vulcan," Spock murmured, and even to his own ears the excuse sounded shaky.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Kirk raised an eyebrow at him, and he wasn't doing it on purpose, but it was such a Spock move, and it was somewhat amusing, the thought that they were beginning to pick up bits of each other. Then he realized he really didn't want any of Kirk's bits.
"Vulcans aren't - "
"Have you ever kissed a guy before?"
Spock's eyebrows shot right up behind his bangs. "Are you suggesting that I - "
"Yes." Kirk's eyes were honest blue now, and he was in that very real place that Spock liked to think of as neither James Kirk nor Captain Kirk - it was just Jim, it was the tone he used when all the roles were gone. 'I'll cover you,' Jim had said, and Spock believed him. 'It'll work.' And it had. 'Welcome aboard,' and while it wasn't the first time in his life he'd felt welcome, it seemed to him to be the most important. "If you don't, you're never going to know, and I know you. Not knowing is the last thing you want to do."
Spock was about to argue the grammar of his sentence, when the logic of what he was saying sank in like a brick. Kirk was right. He could not conduct himself in a relationship without knowing all the facts.
"Who would you sugge-"
Kirk cut him off in a very effective way - with his lips, rough against Spock's own soft, and nothing like he'd ever felt before. That spark, he could feel that spark between him strike like a match, and when he kissed back, pressing against Kirk's lips with a forceful dexterity, that spark ignited and began to burn.
He heard a gasp and he was shocked to discover that it was not his own. He pulled back, and when he did, he realized that Kirk's eyes were wide, his pupils slightly dilated. His breathing rate was up and heartbeat increasing - the same symptoms Spock himself had been experiencing several minutes ago, and still was, for that matter.
He took the only logical course of action.
"Get over here," he whispered, and he should not have been surprised how quickly Kirk scrambled to get around the table. Instead of attempting to deal with awkward sitting-standing-chair-table positions, he stood up to meet him - and this time when they kissed, he felt like he was melting, falling into him like a gravitational pull. Surely, surely no other Vulcan could have felt this way, or reason would have been discarded long ago.
His hands clutched in the fabric of Kirk's Starfleet uniform and dragged him in close, their tongues meeting and quickly choosing war. The Vulcan pulled a gasp from the captain, and he was once again surprised at both the effect he was having on him, and vice versa. He had never left like this. There was never this intensity.
Or... perhaps there had, and he could remember another time, Kirk's face so close he could see every fleck of ice in his so-blue eyes, feel the breath from his lips as he dug his claws into the gushy interior of Spock's heart and broke it open with a well-chosen set of phrases.
Spock had flown into a rage, then, but it was the only other time he had felt this powerfully drawn to another person, as a moth to a deadly flame.
He wondered what he could make Kirk do.
A touch of a smirk grazed Spock's lips through the passionate kiss, and his hands slid to Kirk's lower back, pressing deftly against his skin and brushing their hips together. It pulled a groan from his lips, and Kirk shoved his hands under the commander's shirt, in retaliation.
Spock sucked in the noise he would have made, his teeth clenching as his skin shivered in a very direct physical response to what was happening. Illogical. His pulse was already far faster than a humans, but he could tell that it was rising, jumpy and uneven at the touch of the other's hands. He hummed slightly, under his breath, then broke the kiss to lean closer, brush his lips along the cheek and headed for the ear, sealing their bodies even closer together.
Fuck but this is hot, Kirk thought, as their bodies sealed in a dizzying friction. He was getting to him, really getting to him, and he'd known it all along - known that that cold exterior and careful demeanor were just that - a front, and all he had to do was dig his fingers in real hard and pull him open until he let loose the hot black rage inside.
He wanted that. He wanted it to consume him, and he swallowed when Spock latched teeth to his ear, doing wicked things with his tongue and sending sharp jolts of pleasure right to his groin. Kirk made a low sound, and his hands curled at Spock's back and slid down - rough, and determined to undo his control.
Spock made a particularly interesting moan sound, in the back of his throat. No, 'control' was the last word he would have described himself with, had his train of thought not been completely derailed several minutes ago. His own thought now was a primal one, driven by need and lust and that powerful fire that James Kirk inspired in him. His hands slid down, over the interesting musculature so different from his own, rough warm skin and hot pulse beneath it (though it felt sluggish to him, he knew that it was faster than normal for a human). His thumbs pressed into the arch of Kirk's hips, and he sucked in a small, needy breath.
Apparently that sound was a good thing, because the next thing he knew, their hips were grinding together, and if that wasn't the best thing he'd ever felt in the entire world, his name wasn't S'chn T'gai Spock. He moaned into the kiss, and one hand deserted to reach back, feeling for the wall, before he fell back against it and dragged Kirk with him. One leg snaked around to hold them tight together, while his hands buried in Kirk's short hair, clinging to the back of his neck.
And suddenly... the wall speaker went off. "Captain Kirk, you're needed on the bridge." It was Uhura speaking.
Kirk froze as the mood was broken and met eyes with Spock for a moment, who looked as startled and confused as he was sure he did.
What had just happened here?
Spock raised an eyebrow, as if to say, it's you she's calling for. He slowly unhooked his leg, though he seemed extremely reluctant to do so, and his breath was only now beginning to slow.
An awkward silence settled. Kirk cleared his throat and slowly stepped back from Spock, frantically and very distractedly trying to fix his hair in to place, which was a hopeless endeavor in itself. He desperately tried to calm down a bit before he responded to the call, not wanting to sound out of breath or embarrassed. They met eyes one more time before he responded to the call, "I'm on my way, lieutenant."
Spock watched him go, and his mind was a whirl of confusion and doubt. What had just happened here? Clearly, this was attraction. This was what he'd been missing out on.
He hated it when Kirk was right.
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"Mental acceptance of and conviction in the truth, actuality, or validity of a cultural fear of emotional vulnerability and exposure, the feeling of being completely exposed in some way."
Part One: Wuh'rak
They had started a habit of playing chess, in the evenings. Initially, Spock beat him every time, but Kirk had quickly discovered the secret to beating Spock - all he had to do was be unpredictable.
It was becoming the pattern of their interaction - Spock got the initial first edge, Kirk got his act together, and bounced back so hard that he crashed through all of the Commander's misconceptions, stronger than ever and ready for business. Kirk liked it. Spock kept him on his toes.
"...I do not understand why you continue to make illogical moves." Spock frowned, and moved a bishop up. "It's like you do not wish to win, instead you simply scatter your pieces as far apart as possible."
"I guess you've caught on to my super secret strategy," Kirk drawled with a smirk as he leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head.
Spock gave him a withering look. "I highly doubt that."
"Yeah, you 'highly doubt my illogical actions' or something." The glass pieces make a clinking sound. The pieces themselves were old, classified antiques, though the board was a newer model built for starships. Kirk had inherited them from his father. "Well, I highly doubt the continuation of your winning streak."
Spock sighed. He had no idea where to move. It was like playing chess with a monkey. Or, more accurately, a monkey that could choose when to turn on his intelligence, leading to something so dangerously stupid and brilliant at the same time that he could barely keep up. He would win, though. That much was obvious. "I do not wish to discuss my success at the chess board with you at this time. Please find another subject." Spock had learned, in his short time as Commander, that Kirk was very adept at finding alternate topics of discussion, and could easily be persuaded into persuing them.
"...So, those girls that that Mudd guy was selling - "
"I do not wish to speak of them, either. I was appalled at the immaturity of the entirety of this starship, myself excepted."
"But see? We are talking about them." He kept playing his kamikaze game, swiveling in his chair so he could prop his feet up on the table. "Look, I don't know what kind of stick was up your ass, but I know what I and every other male officer - and half the female ones - saw. Hot. Chicks."
Spock snorted in disbelief. "I disagree."
"You disa-" Kirk gaped at him, then the feet thunked down, and he had to lean forward. "Spock. Spock, man, listen to me. There is not a guy in this whole galaxy that likes chicks who would not think one of them was... remotely attractive."
Spock felt the tips of his ears go greenish, and he hoped the captain would not notice. "Perhaps I am not like every other male in this galaxy, Jim. I am committed to my partner and I do not wish for anything to impede that."
Kirk stared at him for a long moment, with eyes wide and sharp like blue chips of ice. "...Bullshit."
"Excuse me?" Spock tugged his shirt down, one eyebrow rising up into his bangs.
"Look." Kirk pushed the board away on it's swivel, and leaned forward across the table on his elbows to look Spock in the eye. The Vulcan, on the other hand, moved back in his chair until he was as far away as possible without moving the chair. "Look. I know what I saw. Those girls? Were too pretty to be ignored. And there are lots of guys here in committed, healthy relationships, who didn't do anything when those girls passed by them, but they noticed them. They could see how attractive they were, they just didn't care." There was a pregnant, expectant sort of pause, and Spock's eyebrow had yet to come down. "...You didn't. You looked at them like you would look at anyone else. To you, they weren't pretty. They were average."
Spock felt like his eyes were being bored into with a hand drill, and he did not like it one bit. "...I am a Vulcan, I am completely in control of my body, and out of respect for my relationship with Lieutenant Uhura - "
"Do you even like her?"
The question floored him. Mostly, because it was completely disrespectful. "...Excuse me?"
Kirk talked with his hands, leaning so far over the table that even with Spock seated as far back in his chair as he could, he was still breaching his personal space. "Do you look at her, and think, hot damn, that is a fine piece of woman, because let me tell you, from my personal experience, that is definitely what you should be thinking."
Spock gave him a long, calculating look. ".......No."
They had a staredown for a good five minutes, Kirk incredulous, Spock disbelieving.
"Seriously, though," Kirk said suddenly, and it was in his other voice, the one that was low and rough and only came out when he wasn't being James Kirk the Playboy Genius, he was being Captain Kirk of the Starship Enterprise. It was the voice he'd used when he told Spock that he'd never loved his planet, his mother, that he didn't love anything.
He still had yet to apologize for that.
"...How are things with her? I wouldn't ask, but..."
Spock closed his eyes, and took his time collecting his emotions before he answered. James Kirk had the illogical ability to bring out the worst in him. "....Strained," he finally answered, settling on what he determined to be the most accurate description. "I am not surprised that you have noticed. You have proven yourself to be remarkably astute."
"Yeah, save your compliments for later. What happened?" Spock could remember Kirk's jealousy in the transporter room the first day he'd seen them, and something about that jealousy had collided with him, and their friction made sparks.
That was the first and last time he'd ever kissed her like that.
"...She believes - no - wishes, for me to be something that I am not." His words were quiet, eyes fixed stoically on the table in front of him. Kirk's hands were in the way. They were distracting him. He finally looked up, straight into Kirk's eyes which was not much of a better choice - they burned like cold fire, and he could nearly feel his blood shiver from an intensity that he could not understand. "And... you... are correct. When you say..." his hesitance was illogical. He was only stating facts, but he had his pride, and he was worried what Kirk would say - and, very nearly worse, what he would think. "...that I am not attracted to her." The last was impossibly quiet, barely even a whisper, but he was quite sure that Kirk had heard all of it.
"And why is it," and he was leaning closer now, why was he leaning closer? There was no need for this kind of close proximity. "That you're not attracted to one of the hottest girls in Starfleet? No, scratch that." Jim shook his head. "You aren't attracted to any girls. You weren't attracted to Mudd's women, and you're not attracted to Uhura, and maybe there's a girl somewhere in the galaxy that would manage to tickle your fancy in a way that none of them could, but somehow, I doubt it."
He's so close again, and Spock could be further away, but he isn't. Why? The question repeats itself over and over again, and he isn't sure if he's questioning Jim's logic, or the reason he keeps leaning in. Or perhaps he's questioning his own reaction - his heart rate rising, breath coming faster and sweat beading at his temples. Signs of fear, he thinks. Adrenaline, the last time they were this close, they were either killing Romulans or each other. Something about Kirk being so near him must make that fighting instinct rise in his blood. He tries to get his mind out of biology and back into the conversation, to pick up where he'd left off. "...What are you trying to insinuate, Captain," he manages to murmur.
"What I'm trying to insinuate, Commander," and Spock hates it when he does that, when he gets that tone in his voice like he's talking to a five-year-old. Spock is not a five-year-old. When Spock was five years old, he did not need to be talked to like he was a five-year-old, and he certainly did not need it now. "...is that maaaybe the reason you don't like girls," and he wasn't in his chair anymore, he was leaning over the table and his face was too close and if this was fighting instinct, Spock should be wanting to push him away, but he didn't... "Is that you like guys."
Their lips were nearly touching. Their lips were nearly touching. "That is impossible," Spock muttered, only he was sure he didn't make a sound, and he was just as sure that Kirk knew exactly what he said, simple from the motion of his lips.
"Nothing's impossible, Spock. Neither of us would be here if that were the case." He didn't pull away.
"I'm a Vulcan," Spock murmured, and even to his own ears the excuse sounded shaky.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Kirk raised an eyebrow at him, and he wasn't doing it on purpose, but it was such a Spock move, and it was somewhat amusing, the thought that they were beginning to pick up bits of each other. Then he realized he really didn't want any of Kirk's bits.
"Vulcans aren't - "
"Have you ever kissed a guy before?"
Spock's eyebrows shot right up behind his bangs. "Are you suggesting that I - "
"Yes." Kirk's eyes were honest blue now, and he was in that very real place that Spock liked to think of as neither James Kirk nor Captain Kirk - it was just Jim, it was the tone he used when all the roles were gone. 'I'll cover you,' Jim had said, and Spock believed him. 'It'll work.' And it had. 'Welcome aboard,' and while it wasn't the first time in his life he'd felt welcome, it seemed to him to be the most important. "If you don't, you're never going to know, and I know you. Not knowing is the last thing you want to do."
Spock was about to argue the grammar of his sentence, when the logic of what he was saying sank in like a brick. Kirk was right. He could not conduct himself in a relationship without knowing all the facts.
"Who would you sugge-"
Kirk cut him off in a very effective way - with his lips, rough against Spock's own soft, and nothing like he'd ever felt before. That spark, he could feel that spark between him strike like a match, and when he kissed back, pressing against Kirk's lips with a forceful dexterity, that spark ignited and began to burn.
He heard a gasp and he was shocked to discover that it was not his own. He pulled back, and when he did, he realized that Kirk's eyes were wide, his pupils slightly dilated. His breathing rate was up and heartbeat increasing - the same symptoms Spock himself had been experiencing several minutes ago, and still was, for that matter.
He took the only logical course of action.
"Get over here," he whispered, and he should not have been surprised how quickly Kirk scrambled to get around the table. Instead of attempting to deal with awkward sitting-standing-chair-table positions, he stood up to meet him - and this time when they kissed, he felt like he was melting, falling into him like a gravitational pull. Surely, surely no other Vulcan could have felt this way, or reason would have been discarded long ago.
His hands clutched in the fabric of Kirk's Starfleet uniform and dragged him in close, their tongues meeting and quickly choosing war. The Vulcan pulled a gasp from the captain, and he was once again surprised at both the effect he was having on him, and vice versa. He had never left like this. There was never this intensity.
Or... perhaps there had, and he could remember another time, Kirk's face so close he could see every fleck of ice in his so-blue eyes, feel the breath from his lips as he dug his claws into the gushy interior of Spock's heart and broke it open with a well-chosen set of phrases.
Spock had flown into a rage, then, but it was the only other time he had felt this powerfully drawn to another person, as a moth to a deadly flame.
He wondered what he could make Kirk do.
A touch of a smirk grazed Spock's lips through the passionate kiss, and his hands slid to Kirk's lower back, pressing deftly against his skin and brushing their hips together. It pulled a groan from his lips, and Kirk shoved his hands under the commander's shirt, in retaliation.
Spock sucked in the noise he would have made, his teeth clenching as his skin shivered in a very direct physical response to what was happening. Illogical. His pulse was already far faster than a humans, but he could tell that it was rising, jumpy and uneven at the touch of the other's hands. He hummed slightly, under his breath, then broke the kiss to lean closer, brush his lips along the cheek and headed for the ear, sealing their bodies even closer together.
Fuck but this is hot, Kirk thought, as their bodies sealed in a dizzying friction. He was getting to him, really getting to him, and he'd known it all along - known that that cold exterior and careful demeanor were just that - a front, and all he had to do was dig his fingers in real hard and pull him open until he let loose the hot black rage inside.
He wanted that. He wanted it to consume him, and he swallowed when Spock latched teeth to his ear, doing wicked things with his tongue and sending sharp jolts of pleasure right to his groin. Kirk made a low sound, and his hands curled at Spock's back and slid down - rough, and determined to undo his control.
Spock made a particularly interesting moan sound, in the back of his throat. No, 'control' was the last word he would have described himself with, had his train of thought not been completely derailed several minutes ago. His own thought now was a primal one, driven by need and lust and that powerful fire that James Kirk inspired in him. His hands slid down, over the interesting musculature so different from his own, rough warm skin and hot pulse beneath it (though it felt sluggish to him, he knew that it was faster than normal for a human). His thumbs pressed into the arch of Kirk's hips, and he sucked in a small, needy breath.
Apparently that sound was a good thing, because the next thing he knew, their hips were grinding together, and if that wasn't the best thing he'd ever felt in the entire world, his name wasn't S'chn T'gai Spock. He moaned into the kiss, and one hand deserted to reach back, feeling for the wall, before he fell back against it and dragged Kirk with him. One leg snaked around to hold them tight together, while his hands buried in Kirk's short hair, clinging to the back of his neck.
And suddenly... the wall speaker went off. "Captain Kirk, you're needed on the bridge." It was Uhura speaking.
Kirk froze as the mood was broken and met eyes with Spock for a moment, who looked as startled and confused as he was sure he did.
What had just happened here?
Spock raised an eyebrow, as if to say, it's you she's calling for. He slowly unhooked his leg, though he seemed extremely reluctant to do so, and his breath was only now beginning to slow.
An awkward silence settled. Kirk cleared his throat and slowly stepped back from Spock, frantically and very distractedly trying to fix his hair in to place, which was a hopeless endeavor in itself. He desperately tried to calm down a bit before he responded to the call, not wanting to sound out of breath or embarrassed. They met eyes one more time before he responded to the call, "I'm on my way, lieutenant."
Spock watched him go, and his mind was a whirl of confusion and doubt. What had just happened here? Clearly, this was attraction. This was what he'd been missing out on.
He hated it when Kirk was right.
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