Disclaimer: I don't own Trek. If I did there would not have been so much angst over the years!

Summary: This is a short one-shot in honor of all the time that Jim has spent looking at Spock's lips both in TOS and ST09.

This came to me after watching the lovely LornyTunes and FaithfulNightmare videos on YouTube.

If you have come looking for something intelligent with five-letter words, don't bother going any further. This is a quickie for fun.

Lips

Spock had the most perfect lips. They were pink, even though he had green blood, luscious and perfectly kissable. But of course Jim didn't know that from first hand experience. It didn't matter if the two men were on the bridge, in the mess or on some planet Jim's eyes were pulled to Spock's lips. However, Captain James T. Kirk, lady-killer of the universe, was afraid to approach his First Officer to test his theory. Even now as they were in his quarters eating their evening meal, Jim could not tear his eyes away from the Vulcan. Jim would make eye contact and try to keep it, but without fail his eyes would linger down to those perfect two lips.

Spock was a delicate eater. Vulcans did not eat meat, so his plate was full of leafy greens and fruits. Though Jim did not know the names of most of the plants that encompassed Spock's plate, he was jealous of the attention those perfect lips gave each bite. Every meal with his second-in-command was exquisite torture, but Jim wouldn't give it up for a harem of Orion girls. Jim was not paying attention to his own plate; he had not bothered to eat more than a few bites. His eyes were glued on the man in front of him – from the tip of his pointy ears to his chiseled chest, and that was only because the table blocked the rest of Jim's view. The only other part of Spock's anatomy that rivaled his lips was his butt.

When the silent meal was finished, because Vulcans preferred not to speak while eating, Spock's tongue darted out to lick his lips. It was something that Spock had never done before and Jim was sure he had done it on purpose, mainly because he had been looking Jim dead in the eyes when he did it. That small flick of Spock's tongue had rocked Jim's world on its axis. Jim jumped up from his chair and stalked towards Spock. The Vulcan held his heated gaze.

Jim grabbed both Spock's shoulders, jerking the taller man out of his chair. "You have no idea what you do to me." That was all the warning Jim gave Spock before his own chapped, full lips made contact with the silky perfection of Spock's.

Jim had attempted to pull back, to save the battered friendship between the two men, but was surprised to find that Spock resisted his movement. He had wrapped his arms firmly around Jim's waist and those two perfect lips had pulled Jim's bottom lip between them gently sucking. Jim moaned in approval.

Spock slowly pulled away, teasing Jim's lip further. Brown eyes met blue, passion for passion. Then Spock curled those perfect lips into a teasing smile. "I am quite aware of the effect I have on you. However, Jim, it was not until tonight that I had found the perfect opportunity to make my feelings known." That would be the last words those lips uttered for the next several hours.

Jim Kirk was going to make sure he had given every body part on Spock the same attention he had given his lips over the years.

A/N: Thanks for reading.

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~Anda