"Fireflies" -Owl City
Spock stood as he watched Kirk attempt to catch yet another lightening bug in his jar. The captain had convinced him to join him at Mrs. Kirk's house during their shore leave, and the captain had decided that as evening fell it would be necessary to capture the insects in a jar to keep overnight. Kirk was smiling childishly as he swept the jar through the air, attempting to reach one that was just beyond his grasp. Spock had always adored that smile that practically glowed.
Spock paced over to the younger male and gently swept his hand through the air to get the desired bug, and hold it to Jim to place in the jar.
"Thanks Spock, I think I have enough now." Jim confessed, quietly enjoying his close proximity to the officer, capping the mason jar and bringing it inside.
Later, after Jim had fallen asleep on the couch (as he had insisted Spock take his old bedroom) The jar of fireflies twinkled gently on the coffee table. Spock stood over the younger in the dark living room and knelt beside him, "Goodnight, my T'hy'la." he whispered and entangled his fingers briefly with his captain's, a vulcan kiss.
Spock then stood and took the gar just outside the front door and stood on the small porch, opening the jar and sitting it on the ground for the fireflies to be freed.
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I wanted this to be fluffier, but oh well. Please R&R!
