Art by: Tarenteljazz
My eyes drift and I force myself to pay attention.
Spock was saying something, but I couldn't concentrate.
What will he think of me, if I can't answer a simple question?
It's just so hard to remain professional at this moment.
That long frame, that spicy Vulcan scent, the light dusting of chest hair,
That follows a path down to his...
Concentrate damn it! Concentrate.
It's so hard. Stop saying hard!
"I believe we are in grave danger." Spock said calmly, even though his captain and himself were prisoners.
"Agreed, Spock." Jim said, hoping that Spock hadn't noticed anything strange about his lack of concentration.
"I must admit though a... how shall I phrase this. I am experiencing a sudden feeling of excitement and pleasure for some inexplicable reason. Would you know anything about this, Jim?" Spock said slowly leaning in to his personal space.
Jim swallows hard. (There's that word again.)
He knows, damn it, he knows. But, he doesn't seem to disturbed by it. In fact, he seems quite fascinated.
Taking a chance, Jim smiles despite their situation and replies softly.
"It happens to the best of us Mr. Spock. I'll tell you more about it when we get out of here."
"Yes, Captain." Spock says, smiling in his own seductive way.