Hi everyone! I just wanted to say thank you sooooo much for reviewing. It was a major confidence boost and totally coated my day with whipped cream, sprinkles and a cherry on top.
To address the issue of Jim smoking, I did that for a small reason. I don't know how many of you watch those Mafia/Gangster type movies but I always notice the cocky crime bosses have cigars. Not that I'm equating Jim with a crime boss, just with the cocky-ness factor. I don't know, for some reason it made me sit back and laugh to picture Jim Kirk trying to look all intimidating and sophisticated and Bones just thinking he was a moron.
Anyway! I hope you enjoy this chapter. More chapters (and more 'action') is definitely coming soon.
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That night Jim could barely sleep. He turned his plan over and over in his mind, running through every minute detail. He was almost giddy with anticipation. It suddenly struck Jim in the middle of the night that his conversation with Bones had definitely not gone according to plan.
The whole reason Jim had even brought up their time at the academy was to discuss the Kobayashi Maru, and therefore turn the conversation to Spock. Jim had wanted to confess his increasing interest in the man to Bones, but for once in his life, didn't feel comfortable broaching the subject. But Bones had mentioned his conquests, and that opened up a whole new world of opportunities for Jim. To be honest, sometimes Jim thought that Bones could read his mind. What where the chances of actually accusing him of being unable to seduce a Vulcan?
"Maybe I just got lucky," Jim thought. "I sure as hell hope my luck keeps up…" And with that in mind, Jim rolled out of bed and showered quickly. He practically skipped to the bridge, whistling a happy tune.
"Good morning, crew!" hollered Jim excitedly. Everyone was already at their stations, the Captain being the last one to arrive. Chekov waived happily, Sulu smiled and Uhura rolled her eyes as a wave of responding greetings tumbled simultaneously from their lips. All seemed to acknowledge his presence. Except, that is, for Spock.
"And good morning to you, Mr. Spock." Jim said in a low voice as he walked by, training his hand along the ridge of his first officer's chair, just barely brushing his back. He heard an equally soft "Good day, Captain," in reply. "Any news, Lieutenant?" Jim asked Uhura, just a little louder than necessary.
"No, Captain. All is well here and has been since the shift started a half hour ago," was her biting reply.
"Well good, then you really didn't need me here half an hour ago, did you?" Jim said with a smile and collapsed into his chair. He didn't hear Uhura's muttered reply but he had a feeling it was something insulting. Jim waited until everyone had gone back to whatever it is they were supposed to be doing, bouncing his leg against his chair with impatience.
Leaning back and resting his right ankle across his left knee, Jim set the first step into action. He brought his right hand to his mouth, tracing his middle and index fingers across his bottom lip. He let out a barely audible moan, just loud enough that he was sure Spock could hear him. During the 5 minutes he had actually paid attention to his xenobiology class, Jim had learned that Vulcan's hands were particularly sensitive and erogenous. And because he couldn't get a hold of Spock's hands, Jim was fine with making Spock wish he was holding them.
Looking as though he were deep in thought, Jim traced his tongue across those same fingers. Out of the corner of his eye, Jim caught Spock glancing in his direction. He moaned again, much louder and more sexual then the last, closing his eyes and tiling his head back in seeming ecstasy.
Now several other members of the alpha crew were also staring, but Jim didn't care. Smirking inwardly, Jim caught the tip of his index finger between his teeth, running his tongue over and around the tip. As he continued his ministrations and delicious noise-making, Jim pointedly shot a glance at Spock, who was still looking at him, one eyebrow quirked. Jim winked at his first officer and ran his tongue slowly from the base of his palm to the tip of his middle finger. At this, Spock's eyebrow rose higher then Jim ever thought was possible. "Excuse me," he said evenly. Spock rose and walked to the lift, without a further look to his Captain. Jim smiled behind his hand. This was going all too well.
