Author's note and disclaimer: This is a story that was started by the 16 year old me under the name Meakashi Gosterful. As a result of youthful folly, I no longer know how to get into that old account. Thus, this story is being revised and finished under this new name. If you are interested, the story is still under that old account, and you are most welcome to the old version. That being said, I still do not own any of the characters, only the plot.
Damn you Spock
"Dammit Spock. Can't you feel anything at all over what happened?!" Jim snapped. They were in Jim's quarters, and it was evening by the Enterprise's time. The half Vulcan was sitting in a chair in front of the fire, eyes narrowed in concentration, hands folded together as he contemplated the next move he would make. Jim was almost in check, but he didn't know it. He had been too emotionally distracted by what Spock had just done. 'And this is why emotions will always be the downfall of humans' thought Spock, as he delicately stroked the chess piece as he made his move.
Jim sighed in frustration and glared at his first officer through his glass of Romulan Ale. His fingers trembled and his eyes narrowed as he finally caught onto the little game. He was a few short moves away from being in a checkmate, and it was a trap he should have been able to avoid. "You know, Bones was right about you. You are a pointy eared hobgoblin." By the way his pieces were arranged, he could tell he was about to lose, and losing was something that James T. Kirk did very poorly.
Spock stared at Jim expressionlessly and a note of genuine confusion entered his voice as he wondered this. "I do not see how the Doctor is involved with this." Spock stared at Jim, and finally understood. "Are you referring to what Dr. McCoy likes to refer to as my inner fights?" he asked distractedly. The normally ever observant Vulcan never even noticed that Jim had reached over his shoulder for something until he found himself staring down the barrel of a really old musket. "Captain?" Spock asked, arching one eyebrow in confusion. "It was merely a moment of discretionary emotions" he remarked softly, watching Jim struggle with his passions.
"Damn you Spock, can't you even have an emotional kiss? Even Vulcans should be able to do that sometimes." For the nth time Jim wondered why he was attracted to this particular race. Females, or males for that matter. He lowered the gun and glared at Spock. "It wasn't the fact that you kissed me, it was the WAY you kissed me. No emotions you say?" Jim continued to mumble under his breath and as he did, he felt Spock's long slender fingers at his temple.
Spock initiated the mind meld with relative ease. After all, he and Jim had melded so many times it was almost second nature to both of them. Releasing one hand, he cupped Jim's chin and tilted his head towards him. He gently made contact with Jims' lips and slowly deepened the kiss. He felt Jim melt beneath him and he followed Jim's thoughts with his own. Opening his eyes, he released Jim and stood straight. "Is that better Jim?" he asked, and left the room quietly.
Staring bitterly after Spock, Jim could only whisper three words. "Damn you Spock." His eyes followed his friend out of the room, and as the doors whooshed shut, he could only sigh and lightly touch his tingling mouth. Why had he ever gotten involved with this particular Vulcan?