Hello there~
This is my very first attempt at a fanfic (I would've never thought that my first fic is Spirk or not m-rated xD) ...please be nice? :D ...English is not my mother tongue so please point out any mistakes you see (I sincerely hope there are none but I can't be sure ;D) because I want to improve my language :D
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Spock had first noticed it when he and his captain had been on a dangerous away mission. They had been ordered to a planet with a lot of resources that might have been helpful to the Federation. Unfortunately the information concerning the planet had various flaws, so the two of them had to face a horde of evil-looking natives who had the intention of peeling off their skin and eating their raw meat. In a moment where they had been able to catch their breath from running, Jim had grabbed the hem of Spock's sleeve and looked into his eyes with a reassuring smile. Back then, Spock had violently shoved away the thought that had come to his mind.
Luckily, they had returned to the Enterprise without harm.
What he had observed was frustratingly illogical. There was no question that Spock's T'hy'la was aesthetically pleasing and the Vulcan had long since accepted that he found Jim's appearance sexually arousing. But this new side of him he had seen was difficult to ignore.
That was why he had started looking for signs that might be similar to what he had seen on the hostile planet in order not to make a presumption without evidence.
Spock spotted various hints that seemed to further strengthen his thesis but he was still not able to completely wrap his mind around the new information.
For example the way Jim gave a peck on Spock's lips just before they left his quarters for duty.
Or how he nuzzled his neck muttering a quiet "Love you" when they were lying in bed.
Or the way his cheeks took a light blush after having ingested alcohol.
Now Spock was standing in the captain's quarters. Because of various circumstances the captain had not been able to accompany him on the away mission that had lasted approximately 4.386 days. Jim was lying on his bed, fully clothed and sleeping. He was curled up on his side of the bed, his face nuzzling the blue fabric of one of Spock's science shirts as if trying to smell the one who usually wore the garment even though it must have been in the laundry in the meantime. But thanks to the innocent action of his T'hy'la, realization hit the Vulcan. Pieces of the puzzle he had been trying to solve over the passed weeks seemed to be falling in place.
There was no denying it anymore.
His captain was - completely and utterly - cute.
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