Warning: Mindless fluff! Rated for one kiss! Very minor K/S! :D Seriously, there's no plot, at all. I own nothing!
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Spock was going off to some research shuttle into the Zeta Quadrant, to do some stuff involving fire and some Vulcan stuff.
Yeah, Jim wasn't too sure what the project was about, but he knew one thing; he wasn't happy about it. He didn't feel very charitable towards the dicks who had demanded that his smart Vulcan go off to do research, and had expressed himself clearly. He didn't like people ordering him and his crew around, like they were toys or something. Even more than that, he wasn't sure how long he could stand to be parted from his half-Vulcan, now that they were... you know. So close. Spock was his secret keeper, in a sense, and he was Spock's.
He stood outside his Commander's door for ten minutes trying to do the thing with his fingers. The thing which meant a lot to Spock, with the two finger split. He wasn't sure what to call it. Whatever it was called, it was fucking impossible. He could not do it! It was like his fingers refused to respond! He was pissed. Unruly sons of bitches…
Suddenly the door swung open and he found himself nose-to-nose with Spock, who had an aura of amusement around him. Jim blushed and wondered how long Spock had known he was there. He continued trying to do the damn finger thing, and Spock watched. They moved into Spock's room, because it had been so long that they were just that comfortable with each other.
"I can't do it!" Jim exclaimed, giving up.
"'do', what, exactly, Captain?" Spock asked, and Jim knew he was being deliberately obtuse.
"Do the Vulcan sign! The 'Live Long and Prosper' thing!" Jim figured there was no point trying to surprise his friend. It was like trying to outfox a really smart fox. Spock smiled, showing his pearly white teeth shyly, and in Jim's eyes looking more stunning than ever. But he was in no mood to appreciate it. "Don't laugh at me!"
Spock continued smiling, and Jim was getting steadily more enraged. He had wanted to show Spock how much he mattered, and how much he would miss him (how the Vulcan Salute showed this, he wasn't sure, but nevermind that).
But Spock kept smiling, small smile turning into a grin, and Jim had a brilliant idea. In one swift movement, he leaned forward and placed his lips on the half-Vulcan's smug grin, successfully wiping it from his face.
He pulled away after a long, satisfying kiss (he had made the Vulcan pant! Brilliant!), grinning at the stunned look on Spock's face—he still had it.
"There," Jim said, satisfied. "Now you know what I mean."
Spock, still looking dazed replied, "I always knew what you meant. You just responded the way I wanted." (Jim was flabbergasted, somewhat incredulous) "Now, if you continue this way I will find myself unable to be extracted from the Enterprise. If you don't mind," he said, making his way to the door. Jim took the hint, and moved to the door, still grinning at the way his friend had just turned the tables on him, having found the humour.
He stood at the door, and spoke, trying to express himself seriously. "I'll miss you, Spock."
Spock looked at him, seriously and replied, "As will I."
And suddenly it wasn't that bad anymore, because he knew he could look forward to Spock's return, which would be just as good, or even better. And Spock would come back, and that was what was really important. Jim walked off with a bounce in his step, smiling.
Well, there ya go. Mindless, pointless fluff, as promised. :D Inspired by the fact that Jim couldn't do the Vulcan Salute even in TOS. Because some things just never change.
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