An: Howdy y'all. This is the sequel to Severed Ties, thought I'd finally get around to writing this. I've been toying with quite a few ideas and I hope this works out alright. I'll try and update as quickly as possible, but I've got a full load this semester. Enjoy everybody. :3
Warnings: First chapter smut….always. And some Pie-o-angst.
Disclaimer: Yeah uh, I don't own it. As you well know. =P
Chapter 1: In My Head
The room was silent, except for the breaths that escaped into the air from the Captain and First Officer.
Jim shifted in his sleep and Spock adjusted to accommodate the blonde male, running his fingers through his hair.
He'd been up for hours now, unable to sleep because of the news he received yesterday…
Jim couldn't seem to get comfortable as he tossed an turned, a small line of worry furrowing his brows.
Spock noted the sweat beading on his forehead as he whimpered, shoulder and back muscles giving a hard twitch.
The Vulcan held him tighter and sat up, closing his eyes in concentration he felt along the bond, the distress and anxiety coloring the golden tie.
Jim? He offered softly through the link.
His question was only met with a painful scream.
A nightmare wrenched from the deep confines of Jim's mind a place that Spock wasn't sure he should go into when Jim was in such a fit of despair, his delicate, very human heart racing.
They'd gone this route before and Spock did not want to willingly take a trip down his crystal clear memory lane.
But this was Jim.
It's always different with Jim.
He slipped between the cracks in Kirk's brick wall. He needed to extract his T'hy'la from this place, from these haunted chambers.
There was nobody there but his love, swiftly walking over to Jim he crouched down in front of him.
He honestly shouldn't be here without Jim's permission, but he'd be damned to let him suffer!
That anguished scream…
He was interrupted as Jim launched himself at him, fists flailing as an angry roar bubbled up from his chest, lungs full of salt water as he gagged and sobbed, attempting to blindly hurt the Vulcan, blood splattered across his face and soaking his shoulder, brilliant blues bloodshot.
"LET ME GO!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
"I WANT MY T'HY'LA!" he added giving another pitiful cry as he started to slump against the strong chest, clear blues unseeing as to who was in front of him.
"I am present, Jim." He answered in a serious, hushed tone against Jim's temple, his hand carding through blood matted hair.
" I need you. Oh- I ohhhh I need you. Don't go! H-he got to me again, if he keeps getting me…you'll…" Jim's face flushed red, the burn creeping across his neck, his scar remaining white.
Spock grasped Jim closer. Logic here was thrown out the window, Jim craved contact and assurance. The hybrid easily provided this, kissing Jim's embarrassed cheeks and his eyelids, underneath where the tears had escaped and were seized again in his thick, dark blonde, lashes.
"Tell me,"
Such a simple command, but it was automatic words spilled fourth from Jim's full lips. "You'll leave me."
No stutters, no stammers, speech spoken with such perfect clarity as if he was so sure of it. Was that what he truly believed or was it just another facet of this dream?
"Surely you do not believe that."
Jim nodded, sobbing against Spock's shoulder.
"Jim, I love you." Sincerity wrapping around Jim, with Spock's tight grasp. "Have you come to this realization yet T'hy'la? I love you and I will forever love you. You are mine. You, my Captain, are the most important thing to me in this life. I have promised you an eternity, that is a promise that shall be kept."
Jim cried, his tears darkening the blue cloth of Spock's tunic. He tried to speak, but his voice was hushed, words unable to be projected, but he didn't need words, the tight grip on the front of Spock's shirt, the blood dissipating as it slid away from Jim's body, tatters and tears closing as words healed better than a dermal re-generator, sewing up tight like stitches.
Suddenly the inky black of Jim's personal holding cell fell away.
He was gripping Spock for dear life, panting as fresh tears sprung to the corners of his eyes.
His First's eyes slowly opened, a furrow between his lean brows as his deep browns searched Jim's.
"Are you well?" he asked quietly, a hand coming up to gently run long fingers through Jim's mussed hair.
After Jim's breathing was under control he nodded, running his lower lip through his teeth.
"I'm sorry," he responded, voice rough and on the verge of cracking.
This only made Spock tighten his hold and pull Jim closer, his shoulders not as tense now that Jim was conscious.
Jim's head lulled onto his Vulcan's shoulder and he let out a deep, hitched sigh.
"You have nothing to apologize for. I could not help but sense your distress…I- should not have intruded like that."
Jim's head was already shaking back and forth. "I'm glad you did." he tugged at Spock and kissed his cheek. Always his knight to shield him and his night to wrap him in ebony folds.
Spock only gave a singular nod and started to lean back again, Jim following him and held his hand, squeezing it. The hybrid felt the cold ring between his fingers and the corners of his lips twitched upward.
"We are to be wed soon." he stated, his lips again wanting to curl upward into a smile,
Jim needed…a distraction.
"Kinda' hard to believe, huh?"
"How so?" This was accompanied by a raised brow as arms protectively encased his Captain, rubbing his back.
Jim pulled Spock's head forward for a warm kiss, lips meeting and tasting as he tightened his hold on the Vulcan hybrid's upper arms. They only pulled away when air became a necessity and Jim rested his forehead against Spock's breathing in the same space, he curled his hand around the back of a pointed ear and grinned. "I just never thought I'd be getting married. Especially to someone as awesome, giving, wonderful and not to mention hot like, Vulcan sands burning hot" Another grin as he looked at Spock now, his cheeks turning green and refraining from rolling his eyes. "... I always thought I'd go out with a bang. Alone. Not, you know." This was accompanied with a shrug, eyes averted from looking at Spock's.
"Not…?" Spock ventured, again, questioning. It was fascinating when his lover voiced his reasoning or his personal thoughts, sharing them aloud, the words tangible and the emotions real as they were worn closer to the surface and not hidden away from the Vulcan.
"Not married, having someone I could call family. Not that I don't have family- just they're not as reliable as you. You're someone I know that's going to be there for me…" he leaned in for another soft kiss, Spock cupping his face in his broad hands. Kirk pulled away licking at Spock's bottom lip his blue eyes crystalline and shining as he kissed the tip of Spock's nose, " no matter what." he whispered, as he stared into the deep browns of Spock's orbs and wrapped him up in his arms, holding him closer.
"You are the only person I can imagine myself being with." Spock responded as Jim stared at him like he was his universe.
His everything.
Jim chuckled, nuzzling his nose against his First's in an Eskimo kiss, "Oh really? An overemotional, illogical, brash, dashing, awesome, sexy, young Captain?" each word was punctuated with a peck, lips meeting for chaste, teasing kisses.
"Of course." Spock answered back his hand rubbing soft circles into Jim's lower back.
Kirk gave a hearty laugh and gave his First another lingering kiss.
Spock pulled his lover back down as they laid together, stroking his golden hair. "You require sleep." he spoke after a few moments of silence. Jim shook his head, "I have paperwork I should try and catch up on." He responded with a yawn.
"There is no reason to avoid slumber. I will be next to you resting and can assure you that no harm will come to you, Jim." Spock could see right through Jim's carefully crafted façade. His hand smoothed over the worried lines in Jim's face, sweeping over his eye lids. "Close your eyes," he commanded softly, kissing Jim's eyelids.
"Spock," he cleared his throat, body shaking slightly. " I seriously don't want to sleep." Jim sat up slightly as the sheets pooled around them. Spock could have easily held him against his chest, but he chose against it.
He stared at the hybrid, blue eyes too wide for the hour and chest puffing faster with his' nervous breathing.
"Jim," Spock spoke calmly as he caressed the side of Jim's face, cupping his cheek. "You do not have to sleep if you do not wish to, however laying down and resting would be most beneficial if slumber is not your intended course of action."
Kirk huffed and opened his mouth but closed it, thinking before speaking for once. "Well, I guess I'll lay down…But I'm not making promises on the whole sleeping part, besides you should be taking your own advice." He poked a finger into Spock's chest concern in his eyes that didn't quite match the playful smirk.
Spock raised a brow at the last comment. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I know you've been awake the entire time since we laid down. I know you don't need as much sleep as I do so don't give me that spiel. I know in your own Vulcan way you're worrying a bit, and I'm sorry." Jim leaned in and nosed the side of Spock's face, kissing his cheek softly before pulling away to look at him, expectantly waiting for a rebuttal.
"While I do not worry nor see the logic in your apology, I am…uneasy about the recent news we received yesterday."
"Understandable." Jim answered with a nod. "I'm apologizing because I don' seem to be helping very much with the nightmares and giving you a hard time about sleeping and whatnot." his tone had dropped to a low murmur that Vulcan ears picked up easily.
He pressed his forehead against Spock's sighing, looking weary even though he didn't want to sleep.
They laid there quietly hearing the natural sounds of the ship as natural as their own breathing, the whirs and clicks like the soft catches in Jim's breath and Spock's even calm, respiration. "It'll be okay." Jim murmured as his eyes betrayed him and started to flutter closed, body sagging against the warmer one. He felt around for his fiancé's hand and Spock's lips did twitch up at the corners as he laced their fingers together Jim's mind was a mass of incoherent mumbles of how warm and safe he felt which was better than before.
Spock closed his eyes, Jim's emotions and relaxed state allowing Spock to loosen his muscles, tension he held in his shoulders easing out he was able to rest, Jim's twitches soothed from strong hands holding him and letting him know that his First was there.
He always was.
Jim yawned again and sunk a little-just a little-lower into his captain's chair. "Status repor…" he mumbled eyes sliding closed over his brilliant blues a head in his hand.
"Everything is clear Captain, we are on schedule and will arrive at Starbase 7 by the end of this week." Sulu responded, turning in his chair and giving a puzzled look as he saw his Captain was falling asleep.
Uhura cleared her throat and Jim's head jerked up from his half-asleep state eyes doe-like as he tried to figure out what he was doing again.
"Right, right," he responded rubbing at his eyes. He yawned once more and nodded his thanks to his helmsman.
"Captain," Spock rose to stand next to Jim's chair hands behind his back but his mind link wide open to the haze that was clouding Jim's brain. "Your shift will be over in ten minutes, leaving early will not cause any harm, I will have the con for another two hours before my own shift is over."
Jim gave a blank look before shaking his head and trying to focus on the conversation as he ran a hand through his hair, the perfect disarray becoming more disheveled. "what?"
"The ship is in capable hands, I relieve you."
"I'm, relieved." he mumbled getting up and patting Spock's shoulder as he spoke through their link.
'm sorry Spock. I'm just so damn tired. I'll be up when you return to our quarters. Guess I shoulda' listened to you…don't be smug.
Do not fret, T'hy'la. Sleep deeply. I will be most satisfied to see you after shift once you have taken proper care of your needs.
M'kay, love you.
I love thee as well.
With that Jim finally left the room taking the turbo lift to his quarters he yawned out the code to his quarters and immediately fell into his bed. Kicking off his boots and the rest of his uniform until his was down to his silver regulated boxer briefs and his black long-sleeved under shirt.
Being a lazy boy he got under his comforter and held onto Spock's pillow, his scent easing him into sleep.
But wondrous, blissful sleep can only last so long…
Spock had finished up on the bridge and made his way to his shared quarters with Jim.
His first sight was his Captain's svelte form curled up, his silver shorts and black shirt clinging to his sweat ridden skin as he kicked at the covers like they were some unwanted animal. His voice was thin, whimpering and clutching at his First's pillow.
"Jim?" Spock questioned softly with a lifted brow. Moving closer he unwound Jim's taut fists, relaxing his fingers and lacing them with his own. Spock closed his eyes and delved into Jim's hectic mind, lips caressing over the blonde's heated brow, hoping to smooth away the tension that marred Jim's beautiful face. One hand gingerly resting against his face, slick from Jim's sweat, trying to keep his fingers in place.
He didn't go anywhere but the surface of his love's mind with a light command for Jim to wake and rouse him from his fitful state of unrest.
Finally the Captain's body shuddered as his blue eyes popped open. He immediately closed his eyes again and gave Spock's hand a gentle squeeze.
His shoulders jumped, but he rode out the panic inside his head with an eerie sense of calm on the outside.
Spock observed him silently, not wanting to break Jim's concentration on his task of calming his nerves. His Golden Boy sat up and laid a heated cheek on Spock's shoulder. One of the Vulcan's hands had snaked into his hair, scratching at the nape of his neck and weaving through his blonde lockes.
The Captain let a yawn slip past and finally lifted his head to look up at his First Officer. "I'm alright," he murmured, leaning against his support system.
He was enclosed in a quick hug. His shirt felt drenched and his shorts were sticking uncomfortably to his thighs.
He had the decency to flush and cleared his throat, staring at an interesting thread on the comforter.
Spock ran his fingers on the inside of Jim's wrist in a reassuring, kiss.
Jim smiled and returned the gesture.
"I-uh," He started, but coughed a bit.
"I would not object if you wished to take care of the hygienic matters at hand before resuming any activities."
Jim shook his head and rolled his eyes, nudging his First, " How hard is it for you to tell me to go take a shower because I'm all sweaty?"
"I believe I just did."
"…smartass" Jim chuckled lightly which was good. Spock seemed to relax slightly as his fiancé showed signs that he really was okay.
Jim moved to sit in Spock's lap, arms around his neck and his forehead against the hybrid's. " Think we can play a round of chess or maybe go over what we've done so far for our wedding?"
"Both are agreeable after you have bathed."
Jim mock pouted, " is it that bad?" At that moment he lifted his arm to sniff his shirt clad pit.
"It is not your scent that is in question, but your own limitations of what is deemed comfortable."
Jim blinked at that. "oh," His chest felt warm from such a simple concern coming from Spock.
He kissed him sweetly with a large grin as he broke away. " Not sure I'll ever get used to how much you care." he murmured, slowly standing and running a hand through Spock's hair, trailing down to his cheek, eliciting a tiny sigh from his First Officer. "I'll be back." he added quietly as he left to soap away the sweat and grime.
Spock waited patiently and set up the chess board, along with pulling out the pile of padds Jim had procured for making wedding plans.
Why they needed five of those when one was sufficient, Spock had no idea. But nonetheless he grabbed them off the shelf and started to leaf through the digital paper seeing what Jim marked and had crossed out.
His mind was still trying to figure out the onslaught of nightmares that had been haunting Jim. It was most puzzling considering he has not had any in approximately 3.47 months.
They were few and far between. He would mention it to McCoy the next time he had a moment with the doctor.
Spock was thinking of how to "put it lightly" to the CMO/best friend of his lover so he did not illogically overreact when he was pleasantly interrupted by a plume of steam seeping into the room followed by Jim's lithe form.
Kirk sighed in satisfaction, he was clad in only a towel, but it did not serve it's purpose considering how his Captain was now drenched in water rather than it's human counterpart.
Jim smiled a megawatt grin that didn't dim but somehow smoldered in his eyes as it was replaced by an alluring smirk. His hand briefly running across Spock's shoulders while, beckoning him with his eyes.
He laid across the bed on his back, Spock's orbs tracking his every move from his head to his toes.
Apparently Jim had something else in mind rather than chess…
Spock couldn't really object to the change of plans.
Jim splayed out, towel hiking up to reveal the smooth flesh of a thigh when he bent a leg. A calf that shimmered with water drops, Jim's foot arched, and only his toes curling into the flooring.
Spock knelt by the bedside as Jim sighed once more, shifting slightly so the towel only laid between his legs covering certain bits.
The Vulcan took an arched foot and kissed the top, his fingers trailing along Jim's ankle, making his Captain's breath hitch.
The hybrid's hand was all long fingers as it grasped his knee, thumb brushing the edge of the crease as he licked the water off Jim's smooth shin, and to the inside of his leg up to where his thumb rested. He left a trail of love bites in his wake on Jim's calf
Jim made a strangled/pleased sound, mouth closed, but breathing getting a bit heavier.
He needed to give up control, relax and give into the sea of calm that his fiancé always evoked. He had to settle the chaos in his head.
Lips moistened with the water droplets made a trail of kisses up one leg, over thighs, and down the other as Jim gasped from the sensation and the towel started to tent with his growing need.
"Spock." he whispered, reaching for his First Officer's hand and stroking long, green-tinged fingers.
The Vulcan released a small moan and vigorously rubbed his finger's against Jims. The sensation flooding his system. He started to slip the towel away, the fabric dragging against Jim's flesh, as he groaned from the touch.
Spock released their grip, breathing heavier as he used his hands to remove his shirts, and undoing his belt buckle, but he couldn't be bothered to remove his pants before returning to kissing Jim, in both Terran and Vulcan styles.
The Captain let out an equally debauched sound, as he fumbled for his Vulcan's belt. He felt the button give under the applied pressure of his nimble fingers with a satisfying clank as it hit the metal of Spock's undone belt.
He let out a high gasp, panting harder while he grabbed the belt loops on the rear of the regulated slacks, his hand skimming across his Hybrid's backside, eliciting a small shudder as pants were a long forgotten thing.
Flesh fused together with sounds, a symphony of movement filling their quarters.
They're erections pressed between them as they slid together and slick with drops of pre-come. Spock found the tube that was hidden behind one of the pillows.
Jim grabbed it from his with a dreamy smile, thumbing the cap open before he spread it onto his lover's fingers, hearing the hitches in his breath and the low groans from such an onslaught on his sensitive fingers.
"Beautiful," Jim murmured, kissing the side of Spock's face.
He spread his legs a bit more in an inviting gesture, dark eyes looking down upon him and lips moving in for more kisses, tongues tentatively tangling together. "Oh Spock," Jim whispered as their noses bumped together, and he looked up at him with his half hooded blues.
A single finger greased his entrance before slowly slipping in, Jim tensing slightly before relaxing. It was swallowed past the ring of muscle and once Jim sunk a into the sheets Spock readily added a second finger to the first, crocking them as he stroked Jim's inner walls.
Spock released an alien sound against Jim's ear as the male under him shuddered, sending waves of pleasure through the Vulcan as well.
With another twist he found that soft bump, stroking it and Jim's hips bucking up into the heavy weight of his lover, body and muscles taught, as his cock jumped in interest, "nnnngh!" he licked at Spock's neck, making a trail up to his mouth and licking the seam of his lips before being granted entrance.
The hybrid scissored his fingers, stretching and preparing his lover as they moved together, and he kissed at Jim's rounded ears, so different and just as lovely compared to his own.
Spock slowly removed his fingers as he gracefully plucked the lube off it's spot on the bed and spread an ample amount into his hand before covering his throbbing member, green and straining between them.
Kirk slid his fingers across Spock's erection, the Vulcan hissing as Jim guided him to his entrance and nodded slightly, a small smile on his parted lips.
Spock pushed in and Jim grabbed his shoulders, fingers marking him with small crescents from the intrusion.
After he slid in a bit more with a grunt, Jim released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. A hand was on the back of his neck, Spock seizing his lover's lips, all for the taking.
Jim kissed him back his arms holding him close, so unbelievably close. His whole body stilled as Spock finally slid in to the hilt, his hands squeezing at the lean back as a hand took one of his and their fingers came together allowing both of them to shudder in pleasure.
Jim's shoulders danced with a small skitter and his breath was ragged as Spock gave a shallow thrust, paying close attention to his Captain.
Jim wriggled his hips, as a smirk played on his lips before kissing Spock. "Please, T'hy'la." he pleaded against his lips, nibbling on the lower one and running his hand over Spock's backside and down his thighs before running back up.
With those deep pools of black studying him Jim moved again and the Vulcan groaned, getting the message and finally moving his hips on his own accord.
They were slow and steady as he drank in every expression Jim made, every sound that crept up his throat and past his lips, repeating the action if it was one he enjoyed.
Jim did the same, his hands trailing across Spock's body, or rubbing their fingers together as he peppered his neck with love bites that could be hidden away before latching onto a pointed ear and licking at the tip, a small nip with his canines, driving his Vulcan mad.
Their bodies speeding up slightly in the most natural way, Jim gave him more kisses as his erection between them got the desired friction and he got to hold Spock's hand, and getting an idea he sucked and licked between the digits of the other.
He cried out as Spock bumped that sweet spot, over and over once he got into a rhythm, breathing harshly between slow kisses, his tongue lapping up the taste of Jim, exploring his mouth more thoroughly than any science experiment.
This continued on, lasting longer than normal Jim now quieting as panic started to crowd his neural pathways.
He puffed against the crook of his First's neck as his hips snapped up once again. Jim's lower lip had been worried by his teeth, now painted red.
Why couldn't he reach that euphoric moment?
This problem had dissipated a few months after that incident. So why now? Why-when he has everything- he couldn't just curl his toes in that perfect place and bury himself under the skin of his lover?
His patient, kind, and understanding lover.
Spock's hands were soft and unrelenting in their care, all the more making the blonde want to sob.
"There is no need to hold back," he said above a whisper, voice gritty like sandpaper-wearing down Kirk's emotional walls.
One green tinted hand worked his cock, while the other ran heated fingers in a stroking manner against his temple, easing his mind.
"I love thee." The words pressed against his lips, a kiss all on its' own. Jim devoured them, a starved man, "I need you," he answered back, kisses timid and sweet. Each a small delight leaving a tingling in their wake. "I love you, and I need you," he choked out between gasps.
"Let go," he had taken Kirk's lips once more and pumped his hardened member, "Focus on yourself and I," he guided.
His words had an undercurrent of all that thoughtful care that was easier to see in his eyes.
The hybrid was already hard again- biology coming into play- pressing, pushing, punctuating, pausing, kisses becoming the commas of their unwritten story.
Jim moaned, uninhibited and wild, his human sounds ringing in pointed ears.
His bricks crumbled when that one word was uttered. The one that was made for them.
"T'hy'la."
Spock purred the name against his captain's lips. His fingers that had eased his mind now erotically slid against the blue eyed male's. There was a trilling high note of excitement, love, comfort, possession, and belonging.
With a final stroke and thrust Jim came undone. His release at last, all his-no, theirs. Spock shared it with him, drinking in the beautiful sight of his beloved splayed beneath him, and working through his orgasm, a gift for him. Jim's eyes were ablaze and cheeks a deep pink as he shouted the Vulcan's name.
After Jim's luminous display, now out of breath his arms wrapped tightly around his first and he kissed him, a thief of breath as tears of joy, sadness, and frustration robbed him of his own air supply. He pulled Spock into him, squeezing around him and panting softly.
That did him in.
He became a captive to his captain and groaned -rather loudly- an octave higher than normal.
Not those imitated noises Kirk jacked off to as a horny teen, but the pure unadulterated sound of pleasure.
They lost themselves for a while in their world built for two.
Spock collapsed onto Jim and was about to move away when Jim held him there. "Don't." he commanded softly, rubbing Spock's muscular back. "Please?" The Vulcan nodded once in response against Jim's neck.
The heavier weight upon him brought another sense of calm after their self-indulgent high. He was floating back down and Spock would anchor him there.
His was quite awake as he traced the contours of his lover's back, the mess between them forgotten for the moment.
Kirk's brain bounced from one idea to the next, thinking about the abandoned chess game, colors he most certainly did not want in the wedding ceremony, to how absolutely smoking Spock is gong to look in whatever he wears.
Spock's chest rumbled with a silent laugh, causing his Jim to look up at him, "what?" he asked, big blue eyes filled with curiosity.
"Your mind is- a very minute pause- unique, a most fascinating space to share with you, ashayam." Spock responded leaning his head against Jim's and lips brushing the bridge of the blonde's nose.
"This is a good thing?" Jim asked unsure if unique was a word for weird or crazy…he already knew he was nuts.
"Yes, definitely." Spock interrupted the erratic thoughts, kissing Jim's brow
"Oh?" He attempted to imitate the eyebrow raise of awesome, but he knew it wasn't right because it felt weird, and plus Spock had that really tiny smirk on his face which meant Jim was being amusing. Even if he wouldn't admit to such a thing.
Jim gave Spock a playful swat to his ass as he kissed him, breathing in the hitched breath that somehow escaped the Vulcan's control.
"We better get cleaned up," the Captain murmured quietly staring into deep brown eyes. Alight with what the hybrid normally attempted to suppress unless he was with Jim.
With a nod, he slowly pulled, Jim feeling his back tense up slightly from the action. It was forgotten as Spock offered him a hand so they could shower together.
They lazily cleaned each other off and toweled one another once they got out before re-donning their uniforms and sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and tea respectively.
Jim stretched as he flipped through more holo-pages of a magazine. He marked pages, nudging Spock under the table with his sock clad foot to get a second opinion.
Even if Spock found it all frivolous and a waste. They were more or less doing it for the crew, and Starfleet…and maybe- just maybe - their parents.
That gathering was bound to be interesting…
After Jim grew bored with looking through one with dishware he sent the files to Uhura, to get a woman's opinion. It would be a train wreck if he didn't. She practically insisted that she help the two of them pull everything together. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to have an extra mind and set of hands.
They moved onto playing a few rounds of chess, Spock winning, but Jim damn well trying. They were both fair games.
As they put the pieces away there was a chirp from the comm unit on the wall. Jim strode over to it, tapping a button on the panel, "Kirk, here."
"Jim," Sulu responded, before continuing. "It appears we have reached the starbase a bit ahead of schedule, how would you like to proceed, sir?"
"Oh, uhhh. If you haven't notified them, then I'd so. Then after we get the go ahead, the crew can leave the ship and visit if they'd like, so long as they're on time for their shifts in the morning." Jim responded, scratching the back of his head as he tried not to glance at Spock.
His first stood behind and slightly off to the side of him, Jim taking comfort in his warmth, leaned back against him, a hand grabbing one of his First Officer's.
"Yes, sir. I'll let them know and proceed accordingly."
"Alright Sulu. Kirk o-" Jim was ready to turn off the comm unit when he was interrupted.
"Wait, Uhura's telling me there's a private call for Mr. Spock."
Jim gave his fiancé a look, running his thumb across smooth knuckles. With a slight inclination of his head that Sulu couldn't see, Spock responded, "Very well, helmsman. Have her patch it through to the Captain's quarters"
"Our quarters, Spock." Jim's mind supplied.
Spock squeezed the hand that was holding his in response.
"Yes, sir. Patching through. Sulu, out."
With that the call ended and Jim's terminal lit up saying there was a message.
He turned around and cupped one of Spock's cheeks, smiling softly. The hybrid leaned into the touch, eyes closed in thought. "You gonna' be okay?" Jim asked softly.
All Spock could do was nod to keep as much composure as possible, he turned his head to kiss Jim's palm and faced the terminal. He lead Jim over there with him, allowing his Captain to stand behind him as he answered the call.
A face appeared on the screen, one all too familiar and yet-somewhat distant to the Vulcan.
"It is good to see you again." The man said with a carefree smile.
" I do not have any feelings towards this reunion." Spock answered more calculated and logical than he had been with Jim.
Kirk squeezed his shoulder in silent comfort.
"Oh, you haven't changed a bit Spock." The man chuckled, his light brown eyes full of emotion.
"I can say the same for you." Kirk could feel the ripple of muscle under his hand.
"Don't let him get to you, he knows how riled up you get."
Spock raised his hand to squeeze Jim's before lowering it again.
"While this has been fascinating, there are other matters to tend to on a starship. What is the purpose of this message?"
"Heard you docked early, thought I'd say hi to family."
Spock raised his hand in a Vulcan salute, chin held a bit higher than normal-if only a few millimeters. "Greetings," He answered.
"Now that's cold, even for you."
"Greetings," He repeated. "Sybok," He added jaw clenched slightly and body coiled tight.
This just might be the start of another war.
A/N: Hope everyone liked it. Your thoughts? I'd love to hear what you have to say in a review. Thanks again for your time. :3