So this years are going to be short and sweet, but I hope that you enjoy them anyways ^_^
Disclaimer for it all: I don't own!
Wistful
(adjective) having or showing a feeling of vague or regretful longing.
Shifting a minuscule amount in his chair Spock chanced a glance to his Captain, taking in the eased posture and the small smile that played on his lips. It was a sight he longed to see when it was gone, and one that left him aching when it was around. When it was followed by a deep bellied laugh, it made his breath catch in his throat.
There had been a time, at the start of their second five-year mission, after Spock and Uhura had terminated their relationship and he was spending over half of his time off with his Captain—with Jim—that the man had made his interests known.
Unfortunately, when it happened Spock was buried deep in denial and so he had rejected him; it had not been easy, and the stilted conversations and awkward tension that followed was far from easy as well. Though it took a while they did eventually manage to move past it; Spock would notice lingering glances and aborted moves to touch, but after some time and effort those stopped as well.
It was not until three months after, that Spock woke one day with the realization that he had made one of the worst decisions of his life. He awoke one morning with the certainty that he loved James Tiberius Kirk with all that he had—with an intensity he knew with a certainty he would never find again.
As he watched Jim laugh over something Nyota had said, with a glance he refused to acknowledge as wistful in anyway, Spock wondered if the opportunity to have Jim be his would ever come around again. If it did, he would seize it quickly—and offer himself to Jim, in return.
So, what did you think? We're starting off with a bit of angst this year. Because that's how I like it, apparently.