Pairing: Kirk/Spock

Ratings: from K to M, it depends on the drabble/story

Genres: AU/AR, romance, sci-fi, drama, humour, family, friendship, hurt/comfort, angst

Notes: This is a collection of drabbles/short stories with the main focus on K/S. I will be experimenting with genderbending, using always a girl!Kirk and possibly always a girl!Spock, or a actual genderbending; male-gone-female. It's different from story to story.

A general warning for the whole story is that English is not my first language, so there will be typos and grammar errors. I apologize. Also, I don't own Star Trek, nor do I make any profit off of this. It's all for fun and creativity.

A/N: This is a short drabble, a moment in the relationship of always a girl!Kirk and Spock :)

Enjoy!

Legs

He ran a finger gently along her calf, following the soft muscles up to twirl her bent knee and elicit the predicted twitch of sensitive nerve endings responding to his stimuli, with the giggle being a slightly belated reaction.

"Your legs are smoother than others who practice the ritual of shaving," he noted, tracing his finger up her thighs and sliding it along her hipbone; gently brushing past her modest patch of fur still slightly damp from their earlier activities. From his place by her side, his head propped up on an elbow alongside her taunt stomach; he had the optimal view and touching range. Most pleasing.

She huffed. "And how many have you gone around touching to come to that conclusion?"

There was no real anger in her tone, he noted; marveling for just a moment at how well he could read this human at times. Not always, he admitted; it still eluded him sometimes. But it was to be expected; she was a paradox, illogical then logical and easy then difficult. The only constant was the golden hue of her mind (and heart, if he were to subscribe to the human poetics) and the bright shine of her smile.

"You know the answer to this question, cadet," he responded, sweeping his gaze from her damp sex and up to her perky breasts. Small, they only just fitted in his palms, but they were firm, round and warm and so very sensitive.

"Yeah yeah," she grumbled, squirming under his lazy gaze caressing her nipples. He thought his finger, now joined by two others, at the delicate skin beneath her belly button might be equally responsible. "It's 'cause of the laser treatment. Got tired of shaving every third day and vaxing is too painful. Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a masochist. Though, sometimes, I wonder Spock."

He quirked a brow, not bothering to look up and confirm what he already knew would be a sly smirk on those bruised lips. The tightening of her nipples were more relative to his interests. "Fascinating," he said, "I would have assumed your economy did not allow for such vain indulgences."

"Yeah, they charge way too much!" came her immediate reply, and he could hear her pout, but chanced a glance up to confirm it anyway because it did wonderful things to her expression. "But it's just, like, one treatment and you're done for eternity. So it's worth it, and they know it, those bastards. Anyway, I didn't pay for it; I'm way too good for that. And here I was, thinking you knew me Spock!"

He moved his fingers down to pet through her curls and part her lips, sinking into moist warmth of mixed fluids. A content hum and a slight twitch was the response. "Please, do enlighten me Jamie."

His body so close prevented her right leg from spreading as wide as her left was currently doing; inviting him to continue, please. "Mmm," she sighed, stretching slightly and arching her back, his eyes still adoring her breasts as they were pushed up and almost brushed his nose. "I built my own machine, of course. I lived close to the shipyard in Riverside, so technology, equipment and material were close at hand. Easy-peasy."

He stiffened, glaring up at her in disproval. "That was unwise. It is a medical procedure and you are neither a qualified doctor nor do you possess a degree in Medical Engineering."

She bumped her leg against his and rolled her eyes. "I was thirteen; young and dumb. But it turned out just fine. You weren't complaining minutes ago, were you? Unless you have anything against 'smooth legs'."

"It would perhaps pacify me to know that 'young and dumb' is no longer an issue," he began, eyes narrowing as he removed his fingers from her wet heat to trail moisture along her belly and push gently against the underside of her breast. "However, current statistics show a rather discouraging result."

"Now that's just mean," she pouted, hands coming down to bury themselves into his silky hair and messing it up further. The action moved her breasts together and created a pleasing cleft, and he easily snuck his hand up to cup one of them roughly; thumb moving in eager circles around a pink nipple. "When have I ever done anything to deserve that?"

Teasing now, she didn't wait for his answer but with her grip of his head pulled him up for a deep, lazy kiss. In favor of sampling her unique taste – together with the bitter tang of himself still lingering – he opted to forego the argument, for now.

When they – he didn't know who needed the air, couldn't quite grasp who pushed away and who clung, and didn't really think it mattered anyway – finally broke free it was already forgotten.

A/N: Please review! :D