Prompt: Kirk, Spock - Kiss With a Fist
Kiss With a Fist
As Jim stared at Spock's face, decorated by bruises and cuts that he was sure were mirrored in his own, it hit him with the power of a blow – one thrown by a Vulcan, no less – that they were alive, that the ship was intact, that they'd done it again and snatched victory out of the greedy jaws of defeat.
They were alive. Holy shit, they were alive!
Throwing caution to the wind – and really, what else was new given the past 24 hours? - Jim grabbed Spock by the front of his torn uniform and pulled them together, chest to chest, lips crushed together in frantic celebration.
For a moment, Spock was rigid, frozen in Jim's arms, and Jim felt the first stirrings of terror he'd felt since they'd landed on this god-forsaken rock and been told to give up their ship or their lives. Then he felt Spock's arms wrap around him and then Spock was kissing back and dammit he might have split his lip back there when he'd gotten in that fistfight with the Chief Asshole.
Spock pulled back after a long minute of kissing and groping – Vulcans had extremely clever hands, it turned out – and regarded Jim with a severe expression.
″This reaction is likely the result of a combination of adrenalin and success at our victory, Captain.″
″Yeah. And?″ Oh no, Jim thought, he'd better not be going all Vulcan on him now-
Spock's lip twitched, slightly, though it might have been a reaction to Jim's grabbing his ass and hauling him that much closer. ″We would do well to make the most of this increase in energy and alertness before, I believe the human slang term is, 'the crash hits.'″
Jim smiled, torn lip be damned. ″Excellent idea, Mr. Spock.″
They didn't waste any time, and really, no one on the Enterprise knew for certain that not all of their bruises were sustained in the initial confrontation, despite McCoy's mutterings of, ″First pirates I've ever seen to give hickeys, Jim.″