They stood facing one another. Each uncertain that the other understood, consented, wanted. Their eyes locked. Spock moved forward inclining his head imperceptibly, waiting, expecting, hoping. Kirk tilted his head infinitesimally, inviting, willing. Spock touched his lips to the Captain's, enticing, gentle. Then again, letting his lips linger for a fleeting heartbeat longer. He brought his hands to the Captain's, tracing the length of Kirk's arms, his soft brown eyes heavy with lust and longing inches from the Captain's. Kirk moved his head forward meeting the Vulcan's lips with his own, tasting him, cajoling him, teasing him, feeling the warmth of his tongue against his own.

Spock slid his hands behind the Captain's back, pulling him closer, welding them together. The Captain brought his hands up behind the Vulcan's head, raking at the soft short hair beneath his fingers, greedy for the feel of his mouth.

Spock pulled away, nuzzling against the Captain's face, his breath catching in soft ragged gasps. Kirk brought his forehead to rest against the Vulcan's for a long breathless moment. Then looking up he caught the Vulcan again with his lips, insisting, urgent, demanding. Spock responded, needing, believing, trusting.

Kirk released him, reaching for the Vulcan's hands, holding them. Their eyes locked. Kirk smiled and shyly, uncertainly, wonderfully Spock returned it.

END