A/N This short piece of fluff came to my mind this afternoon as I was scrolling through DeviantArt's postings again and admired GoldenRod1034's Intermezzo for the umpteenth time. GoldenRod1034, thank you for the inspiration.

Now, a word of caution-this story might be dangerous for diabetics. Serious sugar overload possible. Take my word for it. Mceleste would have X'd out the entire story. So, everyone, proceed at your own risk.

My take on the work was posted as a dialogue between Spock and Nyota which went like this:

My question was-Who really is in charge here?

"Nyota, Nyota, look at me. You are not going to attempt that…"

"Baby, you are taking this much too seriously. It is going to be a joke."

"'A thing done or said merely in fun or jest…' highly illogical"

"But thoroughly human."

Limstock's comment basically asked for a background story. So here it is.

Intermezzo

(A short light dramatic piece between a larger play or opera)

Spock made his way down the corridor and entered their rooms. He listened to hear for any sign of his Aduna's presence but all was silent. He felt her mind buzzing with activity but he was unable to determine her exact location on the ship.

He sent,

"I await your presence."

"Baby, I'm sorry I'm late. I shall be there directly."

Within minutes she barged into the room, breathless.

She swiftly found herself in his arms and his lips met hers. As that flesh to flesh contact made itself manifest, he pulled back and looked her in the eye.

"You are formulating a prank on Jim?"

Grinning, she nodded her head in agreement she said,

"These last few weeks he has gone out of his way to single you out for some form of jest or unwanted attention, As he said, 'All in fun,' or "What's a few pranks among friends."

His dissatisfaction with her plan must have shown in his eyes and she immediately threw her head back, and laughed. The appearance of her beautiful neck momentarily distracted him.

She said, "He has it coming."

"Nyota, it is illogical to carry out such a plan."

"It's okay Spock, it doesn't have to be logical, I'm human."

Uncharacteristically he sighed and said, "Yes, that is true, but I fear it will reflect poorly on my leadership abilities if you, my wife, carry out such a plan, especially now that I am aware of its formulation."

"Yes, but Jim always says, "All is fair in love and war."

"But neither is the case in this instance."

"Baby, let's be truthful,…"

"That is always so in my case for a Vulcan cannot lie. Lying is an illogical path that can only lead to repetitive ill advised conduct."

"Yes, but, I have seen you hedge a bit…you know, hide behind words, refuse to give a direct answer, or refuses to commit yourself. "

"Only if the needs of the many had to be addressed, I have never used such for personal gain."

"So do you think we should take a poll and find out if others think it is time for James Tiberius Kirk to get his due?"

"That would also be illogical."

"Why would that be so."

"Because there could be varying degrees of what would be viewed as the type of prank to be used, the length of its application, and the expected result."

Nyota's shoulder's slumped.

Looking up at him she said,

"I think you have taken the wind out of my sails."

"There could be no sails involved as there is no wind in space."

Shaking her head and echoing his sigh Nyota said,

"Yea, Baby I know."

As he started to unzip her uniform top he said,

"I am more than prepared to have you exhibit your creative side on my behalf…"

With that he swooped up his wife and carried her into their bedroom and said,

"The canvass is blank, the first page of the book is empty, the piece of marble is fresh from the quarry-I await all your expressions of creativity.

Taking his face in her hands she said,

"Creativity requires inspiration, what do you have in mind?"

"Aduna, I shall be your most influential muse."

And he was.