A/n I know I didn't finish the other fic… but I decided to write this as 1:18 in the morning. Oh and I final have seen all but one of the movies and read the first twelve books. Therefore, my knowledge of the Trekkyness is vastly improved. Oh, and I'm sorry to the reviewers who left reviews on Releasing Tension. As you can obviously tell, I combined them, since I kept getting ideas. So…yeah, you got a four-chapter story, instead of four one-shots that were all related. I'm sorry if it's seems a little rough a transition from this chapter to the second. But I wrote DYS without any intention to write a sequel. But I got requests. And sorry, I'm so rambling aren't I? Ah well. For those of you who read it the first time, I tweaked the last paragraph. As you can see, it actually is one now!
Damn you Spock
'Damn you Spock. Can't you show even a tad bit of emotion at what just happened?" Jim snapped, half angrily. They were in Jim's quarters, and it was evening by the Enterprise's time. The half Vulcan was sitting in a chair in front of the fire, eyes narrowed in concentration, hands folded together as he contemplated the next move he would make. Jim was almost in check, but he didn't know it. He had been too emotionally distracted by what Spock had just done.
Jim sighed in frustration and glared at his first officer through his glass of Romulan Ale. His fingers trembled and his eyes narrowed as he finally caught onto the little game. "You know, Bones was right about you. You are a pointy eared hobgoblin." By the way his pieces were arranged, he could tell he was about to lose.
Spock stared at Jim expressionlessly and a note of genuine confusion entered his voice as he wondered this. "Right about what? I don't see how the Doctor is involved with this." Spock stared at Jim, and finally understood. "Oh you mean about me and my inner fights?" he asked distractedly. He never even noticed that Jim had reached over his shoulder for something until he found himself staring down the barrel of a really old musket. "Um Captain?" Spock asked, fighting to keep that Vulcan calm about him. "It was just a kiss Jim." He said, wondering what had gone wrong.
"Damn you Spock, can't you even have an emotional kiss? Even Vulcans should be able to do that sometimes." For the nth time Jim wondered why he was attracted to this particular race. Females, or males for that matter. He lowered the gun and glared at Spock. "It wasn't the fact that you kissed me, it was the WAY you kissed me. Gah, I can see why you never got engaged." Jim continued to mumble under his breath and as he did, he felt Spock's long slender fingers at his temple.
Spock initiated the mind meld with relative ease. After all, he and Jim had melded so many times it was almost second nature to both of them. Releasing one hand, he cupped Jim's chin and tilted his head towards him. He gently made contact with Jims' lips and slowly deepened the kiss. He felt Jim melt beneath him and he followed Jim's thoughts with his own. Opening his eyes, he released Jim and stood straight. "Is that better Jim?" he asked, and left the room quietly.
Staring bitterly after Spock, Jim could only whisper three words. "Damn you Spock." His eyes followed his friend out of the room, and as the doors whooshed shut, he could only sigh and lightly touch his tingling mouth.