Wake up and Smell the Bacon
A funny little K/S fic oneshot
Rating: PG
Why: Because a little immituraty is fun
The warm, Terran September sun crept into Jim's and his new bondmate Spock's apartment room. Kirk was awakened by this and smiled-the beginning of his fifth day being married to his soulmate. Speaking of whom, Spock was still asleep on his stomach, blankets covering all but his his muscular shoulders and arms.
Jim reached over to run his fingers through Spock's silky, dark brown hair when he hard a loud growl. He jumped off the bed in surprise, expecting to find an alien (other that the half-Vulcan in their bed), but realized that it was just his body's way of tekking him that he needed nourishment after the last night's activities.
With a silent giggle, Kirk grabbed his burghandy robe and went to find something to eat.
His apartment was furnished in the Early 21st century, with Stainless steel appliances and a synthetic Maple floor. Kirk gropedaround the freezer for something to eat.
In old Vulcan tradition, the couple's mothers were supposed to provide the young couple with three weeks worth of food. Winowna Kirk did take into consideration that Spock did not eat animal flesh, but she knew that her son loved meat.
Kirk pounded the air with his fist and made a mental note to thank his mother as he pulled out a pan to fry the bacon he had found.
As the bacon began to sizzle the captain's imagination took him to boyhood memories of getting home from school (or out of detention) and coming home to reakfast for dinner every time Mom got home.
Jim heard feet get up from the bedroom and got out some bread and fruit, but the feet were going to the bathroom. All of a sudden, Kirk heard vomiting noises
He tripped over the chair he was in to get to the bathroom; he was scared. Spock never got sick!
"Ohmygod-what-happened-are-you-ok?" He shouted as he threw the door open.
Spock looked at him, his face green from the blood rushing to it and a darker shade from getting sick.
"I suppose-hic-that my father failed to tell-hic-you that the smell of frying bacon-hic-makes me vomit.
Needless to say, Kirk threw out the bacon.
"Wake up and smell the bacon, Spock." He muttered under his breath, trying not to smile. Hey-sometimes, life just does not work out the way you planned.