So uh, I apparently like to bite off more than I can chew and have decided to get the feel of these characters by writing 30 days worth of drabbles about them. As such I apologize in advance if it's not the best or they're out of character. Yeah.

I don't know what else to say right now besides-

Enjoy~! (hopefully)

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek! These amazing characters will never be mine, and I am a-okay with that.

Glitter

(noun) tiny pieces of sparkling material used for decoration

There is something about seeing James in this setting that makes Spock's blood pound—or it would, if he would allow it. The lights are low, brightly colored strobe light flashing at random and bouncing off the disco ball that hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room. The club was designed to look like something from Earth's past, and what he heard the Captain refer to as techno music was blaring from the speakers. Those words had been followed by a brief touch of a hand to his wrist, heat flaring before James moved away to talk to Dr. McCoy and Mr. Scott at the bar.

He had returned shortly to where Spock sat with the other members of the bridge crew, Dr. McCoy and Mr. Scott following behind with all of their drinks. It did not take long for them to be consumed, or for his fellow crewmates to find their way to the dance floor. Spock sat and observed them, slowly sipping at the wine that Nyota had talked him into drinking. It was sweet, something that he was enjoying, to his surprise.

Under his watchful eye he saw his friends go through multiple dance partners; the way the Captain threw his head back in laugher when glitter was deposited on the doctor; the way that man then smirked as glitter was then dumped onto Jim's head. It did nothing to deter his amusement; the Captain just shook his head, causing glitter to flutter as he grinned at his best friend.

Spock lost sight of him for a while after that, attention caught by Nyota as she had come to talk to him. He had another glass with her while she was there, enjoying her company while he briefly had it. After she had left—enticed out onto the dance floor by Mr. Scott—Jim came to him, sitting down in her vacated seat. His face was bright, flushed from his exuberant activities, lips upturned at the corners in a small smile.

The glitter sparkled in his hair, making his body shine where it had fallen. Though he knew that he had been drinking a brandy earlier he now had a glass of water in front of him, spinning it in his hands once before taking a large gulp. Spock found his eyes drawn to his throat, watching his Adam's apple bob as he replenished his thirst.

He was not able to draw his eyes away fast enough and so Jim saw it, earning him a raised brow, but eyes that had a simmering heat. As he watched he leaned forward, eyes darting about quickly before settling on him, intense and full of (impossible—) what looked like want. His tongue darted out and wet his lips, leaving them glistening and drawing his attention. Time seemed to freeze as he watched his Captain's hand move slowly closer to him, Spock's fingers inadvertently twitching in anticipation of an act he never thought he would perform.

Just before their fingers could touch they heard the cheerful voice of their Navigator, followed by laughter from their Helm Officer. Spock could swear he heard James utter what could only be a low growl before he leaned back, fingers returning to his side of the table. Taking a deep breath as he willed himself to calm down, he forced his attention away from his Captain, turning to his drink as their friends sat down at their table, the moment shattered. Glancing from the corner of his eye he watched as Jim drew himself together, no hint of what had been interrupted in his eyes or body language.

They were soon joined by the rest of the crew, loud voices and laughter disrupting the relatively quiet area Spock had so been enjoying. Unable to help himself he found his eye drawn to James more than once throughout the rest of their evening out, making sure to look away before he could be caught by him or anyone else.

When Chekov started to yawn they decided to leave back to their hotel for some much deserved sleep; Spock found himself at the back of the group, walking beside the Captain. They were quiet, content to just listen to their friends chatter ahead of them. A small gust of air at his side had him turning his head to look at his Captain, coming face to face with starting blue eyes, a slight intake of breath his only warning before fingers pressed against his, sliding down as they parted from his. Lips parting as he drew in a shaky breath Spock returned the gesture, pupils dilating as he watched Jim quiver in pleasure at his touch.

Their eyes met for a brief, heated moment before they drew apart, putting space between them just as they caught up with the rest of their group, no one the wiser to the moment that they had just shared. Meeting James eyes before they went their separate ways, Spock let himself smile, just for a moment, enjoying the way his face lit up at the motion, eyes sparkling with the promise for more.

This was 800+ words-does that count as a drabble? o-o *shrug* Oh well; the works will vary in length so the next might be shorter than this, or may even be longer. You'll know when I know, lol

So, how'd I do? Were they too out of character? Did you enjoy their Vulcan kiss (I did :b)?

Thank you for reading, and please, leave a review! I'd love to know what you think :)

Until tomorrow! Toodles, dears~.