*twirls round on a chair, stroking a white cat*

Soo.. I see you returned for more…

Warning of VERY fluffy stuff ahead in the first part… I was in a really lovey mood when I wrote this… apologies! :3

And there is a SURPRISE TOO! How fun?! :3

It was kinda unexpected to me too, until I realised where the story was going…

ENJOY!


Jim groaned and clutched onto the side of the bed, the room spinning around him. Goddammit, how much had he drank last night?

Everything was a blur as he sat up, clutching his pulsing head.

"Ughhh… I. Am. Never. Drinking. Again." He moaned, collapsing onto the pillows and reaching for his PADD.

It wasn't there.

Slowly, the realisation hit him.

This wasn't his quarters.

Then who's were they?

Jim suddenly stiffened as a pair of arms snaked around his chest, cradling him gently.

"Good morning captain." Spock purred.

Electricity surged through Jim's veins; he jumped away as though stung.

"Captain? Jim?"

"How- What-?" Jim sputtered, turning bright red as he realised they were both naked.

"You do not remember?" Spock asked, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. Unwrapping his arms slowly, he pulled himself upright and gazed directly into his Captain's eyes.

"It was Christmas Eve… I-you- I remember singing with you, but after that, it's a blank." Jim murmured, catching only a hint of hurt in his First Officer's eyes.

"We played Truth or Dare; a traditional Terran party game." Spock said, as though the words dirtied his mouth. "You told me to confess to whom amongst the people at the party I would have sexual relations with, fully aware of the fact that Vulcans cannot lie. I complied, being in a less than coherent state; now everyone aboard the Enterprise is aware of the fact." A blush darkened his cheeks and his eyes transitioned from their warm Human brown to Vulcan black.

"Then, we played Spin the Bottle, another game with which I'm sure you're familiar. I had to… kiss you, and we got a little carried away, and…" his voice trailed away, but Jim could pretty much fill in the blanks from there.

"And we ended up spending the night?" Jim whispered.

Spock nodded, almost imperceptibly.

"Do you regret it?" Jim asked softly, trailing a finger over the back of Spock's hand. Spock shivered and pulled away.

"I do not. However, I wish that I could have revealed my feelings towards you in a less… ah- public manner." Spock murmured, looking at the floor; the blush reaching his ears.

"Hey." Jim traced his fingers under Spock's chin, tilting his head up so their eyes locked.

His head, for the first time in months, felt clear.

"If it makes a difference, I feel the same way too, you know?" Jim whispered tenderly, touching his forehead with Spock's.

"In a way, I always have. From the first day I met you, I knew that somehow this would end up happening. But, it's up to you what you wanna do." He grinned, a typical James Kirk grin. A sudden emotional dam seemed to break within Spock; he looked at Jim with joyful tears sparkling in his eyes.

"I have yearned for you for so long now. I had almost given up on you; but I was determined not to lose you." He took a deep breath, trying to stop the tears falling at the memory. "When you died, I felt as though a part of me had died with you. In all honesty… you broke my heart, James."

A soft snuffling broke the silence. Spock realised that he was crying; the tears carrying a mixture of sadness and happiness out of his soul, what he had kept inside for so long.

"Hey, hey, Spock. It's alright. Come here." Jim reached out, gently pulling Spock into a loving embrace, his face buried in the crook of his neck, stroking his downy hair.

Spock clung on, as if he could never let go.

For the next half hour or so, he cried away the knot of loneliness and pain that had resided within his heart.


"Hey. Would you like to accompany me to the Christmas meal?" Jim murmured, lips brushing Spock's ear ever so slightly.

He felt the Vulcan stiffen slightly.

"Relax," he chuckled, "I won't let them tease you too much; I'll have a quiet word beforehand, okay."

Spock hesitated before speaking those two fateful syllables.

"Okay."

Jim, still sensing the reluctance in his Vulcan's voice, leaned in closer and placed his fingers on Spock's psi points.

"Wait- Jim- what're you-" Spock's voice was cut short as Jim whirled into his mind. Colours and sounds sped past, all the while Jim's voice echoed in snippets. The force of his love took Spock's breath away, and all the tension was vanquished from his body.

I will catch you. You are not alone. Always be here. Never forget… couldn't forget you. My love. Love. Always loved. Will you…

"Will I what, James?" Spock whispered, not trusting his voice.

"It doesn't… I mean…" Jim stuttered, turning bright red.

"James… " Spock said warningly.

"I was... just gonna ask you if… you would always be there." Jim finished lamely.

Spock almost laughed with relief "But of course. I will always be there for you. I love you, Jim." He said, leaning his head against Jim's.

"I love you too, Mr Spock." Jim murmured

"Now, let's get to this infernal meal; I know it means a lot to you," Spock smiled. He didn't push the subject of Jim being able to initiate a mind meld; although it was extremely rare in humans.

This meant Jim really was special, in more ways than one.

"I'll be there in a couple of minutes; go on ahead."

"What's wrong?" Spock asked concernedly.

"Nothin', don't worry yourself Spock." Jim grinned. Planting a kiss on Spock's lips, he simultaneously pushed him out the door.

"Tell the others I'll be there soon!"

Spock inclined his head as the door shut behind him.


Dammit, that was too close. Jim thought, running a hand through his hair.

Sprinting out of Spock's quarters, he headed towards his room. Suddenly, his communicator chirped into life.

"Jim! Hurry up for God's sake; we're all ready here and waiting for you! Spock's worried about you." Bones' voice blasted through, clearly conveying the fond irritation of his best friend.

"Hang on Bones! I need to get the thingy if I'm gonna do this right!" Jim panted as he reached his room and punched in the entry code.

"Well, hurry up about it!" Bones barked, as Jim hung up.

Rushing into his quarters, Jim spotted exactly what he needed standing on his dresser. Tucking it carefully into his pocket, he went to join the others.


Spock was nervous.

What had happened to Jim? He had said he'd be here, but he'd left Spock to face the consequences of his antics the previous evening.

Although…

Not many people had mentioned it to him; everyone was giving him knowing looks though, and it made him feel uncomfortable.

"Spock, how are ya?" Scotty's twang nearly made him jump out of his skin. Fortunately, he composed himself quickly, turning to face the exuberant Chief Engineer.

"I am well thank you Mr Scott, and yourself?" Spock asked with almost forced politeness.

"Heey, call me Monty or Scotty; we're off duty after all!" Scotty said cheerily. "My head is killing me from last night though; I have no idea how strong that freakin' whiskey was." He grimaced.

"But, that still wasn't gonna stop me being here today!" he beamed, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Why? What is so special about today; apart from the fact that it is… Christmas." Spock rolled this last word out with disdain.

Scotty raised an eyebrow.

"Och… nothing sir. Just happy to be here with ma second family!" he grinned happily, scampering away to join Uhura and Sulu. Almost immediately, their eyes swivelled as one to face Spock, before smiling knowingly and turning away

Spock was suspicious. What was going-?

"Hi, Meester Spock!" Chekhov was suddenly in front of him, beaming beatifically.

"Mr Chekhov. Are you well?" Spock enquired wearily. Chekhov was a lovely young man, but every so often, his enthusiasm was overbearing to the Vulcan. Spock couldn't help but smile down at him though; he was indeed exceptional at what he did.

"I'm good thanks, Spock; slightly sore head from last night, but you know…" his eyes tracked over Spock's right shoulder to where Sulu was standing.

A small smile played on Spock's lips. It was obvious the pair of them were… what was the phrase… smitten with each other.

Chekhov had noticed Spock's realisation, and flushed gently.

"Go." Spock murmured to the flustered young Russian. "He is waiting for you."

"T-thank you, sir." Chekhov mumbled, walking hesitantly over to Sulu.

Spock watched for a moment as the two of them shared a chaste kiss, and his chest unexpectedly swelled. Clearing his throat, he carried on circulating the room, stopping only to exchange pleasantries.

All of a sudden, the room went utterly silent. Spock turned around sharply, and the sight he saw almost knocked the air from his lungs.

Jim was stood there, looking utterly resplendent in a smart suit and tie. Spock suddenly felt astonishingly self-conscious; why had he not changed into something different?

He had no time to tidy himself up, however, as Jim strode over to him and locked their lips together passionately.

Once again, the room seemed to dissolve as Spock kissed him back, feeling desire once more cloud his head. As soon as the cloud was there, it seemed to vanish; leaving Spock and Jim entwined in the middle of the crowded room.

Suddenly, Jim broke free of the embrace gently and stood in front of Spock, just observing him.

"You are so beautiful, Mr Spock. You know that?" Jim's smile was infectious, and Spock couldn't help but return it. The words were spoken as if they weren't surrounded by numerous people, and for once, Spock didn't care about leaving his emotions bare.

Everyone's eyes were on them.

"As are you. You are the embodiment of perfection to me. I have known this since I first set eyes on you, James. But what is this all for?"

"Well, Mr Spock," Jim said, slowly kneeling down in front of Spock.

A collective gasp went up from half of the room. Uhura, Chekhov and Scotty tried to suppress squeals of delight, without much success.

Spock felt his knees weaken. His hands started trembling.

"It is customary to give someone a present on Christmas Day," Jim continued tenderly, gazing up into his Vulcan's eyes.

"But, seeing as materialistic things do not even come close to showing my love for you… I will give you my heart and life instead. Will you marry me?" Jim finished gently, scanning Spock's eyes for a reaction.

"Yes."

The one word seemed to break the atmosphere in the room. Taking Spock in his arms, Jim kissed him deeply and tenderly, before moving away and placing a ring on his finger.

Entwining their fingers together, Spock gazed into his James' eyes and saw his home, his one true love and his bondmate for life.


AWWWWW, they're gonna get maaarried, and I'm gonna be the flower girl! (pff, I wish.) Plus, if you didn't get that quote, well… *shakes head*

Nah, I joke!

AS you've probably gathered from this, this is gonna be a few more chapters before completion! But I'm sure you won't complain…

And YES, Bones will be their best man; could there be anyone else!

A/N: As I'm trying to juggle two stories at once, I will try and update as quickly as I can, but there's a bit of family stuff going on at the minute too, which will interrupt the publishing of chapters. I'm not gonna say what, as it's slightly sensitive.

BUT ANYWAY...

Reviews are L-O-V-E (like this chapter… teehee)

Byee! ~