Kirk was curled up alongside his mate, or more specifically, his bondmate. He could feel the Vulcan's steady heartbeat below his ear. Kirk's head rested on Spock's hairy chest. Butt-naked on the white sheet barely covered by the purple blanket. He lacked a wedding ring. The only form of marriage they had was each other and the sign of their undying love to each other was a marriage bond. A rather strong one in fact. The Vulcan was at rest. Peaceful. Content. They had gotten together earlier than their prime counterparts. From what Kirk had seen with the mind meld with Spock Prime, it had taken years for them to reach 'old married couple' status.
Kirk had Spock.
Spock Prime didn't have his Jim.
That made Kirk sad.
The older Vulcan had aided in the recovery of the Vulcan race by contributing three baby Vulcans along with some other work under the alias Salek.
Spock and Kirk often slept together.
Spock had broke up with Nyota four years ago.
To be precise: four years, two months, two weeks, four days, two hours, and thirty-six minutes ago.
One more year as Captain and Commander of the Enterprise.
Then what else do they do?
Explore the stars, of course, or something great.
Here, James T. Kirk, is thirty-one.
Kirk would surely figure out what to do with his life afterwards. He didn't have plans for the future. Pike had seen a bright future ahead of him. He hadn't seen a bright future ahead of him ten years ago. The year is currently 2264. What would the future hold? Kirk wasn't sure. Spock was not sure. Could it possibly hold something entirely new for Star Fleet and the crew of the Enterprise? Or maybe . . . A golden wedding . . . maybe silver wedding ring. Whichever Spock would like. Hold it, hold it, hold it. Kirk had to ask. He had to pop the question. Though Kirk would rather pop the question verbally rather then in mental. They had all the time in the world.
Though it would feel special having a engagement ring.
Kirk had a family heirloom.
The Kirk wedding ring. It had a emerald inside of it latched on what seemed to be talons. It . . . It would make a great engagement ring. It always looked pretty below the wedding band. His mother, Winona, had sent it to Kirk shortly before he embarked on the five year maiden voyage with the Enterprise. His mother told him that she believed it would be of much use with him rather than her. It was in the drawer beside his bed. Kirk smiled contemplating his unique way of proposing to the Vulcan. Kirk was on Spock's bed. Spock's room.
Spock is thirty-four years old.
From one vague memory Kirk had seen with Spock Prime there was one regarding a subject about. . . Pon farr.
Funny how he could see dates along with events that came from Spock Prime's memories.
Cause: Pon farr.
Spock: age 35.
Rank: Commander.
Destination: Vulcan.
Image: of a young blonde man laid on the ground dead on the sand.
Emotion: Despair, fury, regret, sadness, sorrow, deep guilt.
That was how the information appeared to Kirk. And that is the form Kirk would fill it out as.
Spock's eyes opened.
"Captain," Spock said. "I have. . . forgot to mention a important fact."
"And what is that?" Kirk asked.
"My reproductive organs are going to be active next year and I will be in need of a mate . . . it might be rough for you." Spock said.
"Hah,ah Spock, I am indestructible!" Kirk said.
Spock raised his arched eyebrow.
"Are you referring to your sexual experiences or how hard your skin is?" Spock asked.
Kirk had a slow and relaxed laugh.
"Sexual experiences," Kirk said. "I still got the scars on my back from having sex with a cadet from the planet Amazonar."
Kirk could feel a warm feeling coming from Spock's side of the bond.
"You are very unfortunate." Spock noted, lowering his eyebrow.
"Have you ever had sex with a Amazonar?" Kirk asked.
"With a Amazonar female, no," Spock said. "It is illogical to put myself into pain for pleasure."
Kirk and Spock were technically married under Vulcan law.
But not when it came to human law.
"And why are you going to be 'sexually active' next year?" Kirk asked.
"It is called Pon farr." Spock said.
It made Kirk afraid.
"Is there something wrong?" Spock asked.
"If I am not there . . . what happens to you?" Kirk asked.
"If I do not have a mate, I will die. Intensive meditation can be used but. . . sometimes it cannot be used in time to save a Vulcan's life," Spock said. "If a female does not want her arranged mate, then her arranged mate must fight her champion for her heart. Her champion is of her choosing. This is called: Kal-if-fee." Spock could see a image of a blonde man laid on the dirt dead. "Where is this image coming from, ashayam?"
"Some . . . images . . . from Salek leaked," Kirk said. "What?" He raised a eyebrow at the Vulcan who seemed to be concerned. "Are you afraid that you are gonna fuck me so hard I am going to die?" He propped himself up. "Well, Commander, I assure you, no one has ever fucked me to death." He had one of his cocky grins on his face (the one that Spock loved and both hated, but mostly loved). "If I want to be fucked to death then it would be by you."
"Having sex to death is impossible and illogical." Spock said.
"How so?" Kirk asked, cocking up a eyebrow.
"Because sex derives pleasure and reproduction," Spock said. "Death is not part of that action."
"Shut up and kiss me." Kirk said.
Kirk brought Spock into a kiss.