Here we are, chapter two in this exciting enterprise! (don't kill me).

From Kirk's POV

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The Second Time It Wasn't What It Looked Like: In which There Is A Compromising Scene in a Bathroom

Kirk was still tingling with the excitement of being an actual Starship Captain on an actual starship (not just made second in command all ex tempore and then making the unemotional Commander emotionally compromised and taking over the ship) when he entered his quarters.

When he first had gotten aboard, he'd hastily thrown in the bag containing various personal belongings in these quarters. Then he'd headed straight for the bridge. The excitement had dulled a bit, because after Spock's arrival (Kirk high-fived himself internally) and after giving the orders to take them out, it was mostly just sitting there, looking dashing, and maybe sign some paperwork.

Still, Kirk felt tired, so he skipped exploring the room- which wasn't all that big, despite being the Captain's- in favor of the bathroom. The sleek door opened to reveal what, to Kirk's surprise and subsequent horror, seemed to be a shared bathroom.

Two adjoining sinks with separate cupboards and mirrors seemed to indicate this, together with the door opposite his, despite the single toilet in his corner and single shower cubicle in the other corner. Somewhat hesitantly, Kirk approached the sink closer to his door, and opened the cupboard.

It contained a Starfleet-issued toothbrush and Starfleet-issued mug and, on the bottom, a Starfleet-issued towel. Kirk glanced at the other door, and deciding it wasn't opening anytime soon, he quickly checked the other cupboard in the hopes of discerning who he was sharing this bathroom with. No such luck, though. It contained precisely the same as did his own.

But as he was a man of action, Kirk didn't linger on this. He grabbed the towel and promptly proceeded to strip himself of his uniform. The pants and gold shirt a crumpled heap on the floor, Kirk padded over to the laundry chute in the wall and chucked down his black undershirt, black socks and then his pink boxers (yes, Kirk was very confident in his manliness, thankyouverymuch) before he stepped into the cubicle, threw the towel over its edge and ordered a long, hot shower.

It wasn't long until Kirk heard the door open. He stopped modeling his short, blond hair into a mohawk with shampoo, and peered over the edge to see who it was.

"Spock," he said, surprise tinting his voice, "I uh… I won't be long?"

Commander Spock looked back at him from the doorway, expression unreadable as ever, with a small bag in his hand. In retrospect, it was fairly obvious that if the Captain were to share a room with anyone, it would be with the second in command, Kirk thought.

"I apologize for intruding, Captain," the half-Vulcan said tonelessly, "I was not aware you were occupying the bathroom as you had not locked the doors. I will, however, return at another time."

"No, no!" Kirk protested, waving one hand about and fervently massaging the shampoo out of his hair with the other. "No, don't mind me! We're sharing this room, right? It's logical we occupy it at the same time sometimes, isn't it?"

He gave Spock a toothy grin, to which he responded with a contemplating glare.

"Very well", Spock replied and stepped into the room, heading for the sink. As Kirk pulled down the towel and wrapped it around his hips before stepping out of the cubicle, Spock procured a tube of toothpaste from his little bag, and applied it to the Starfleet-issued toothbrush.

Kirk found himself freezing on the spot, watching Spock shamelessly as he started brushing his teeth. Of course Vulcans brushed their teeth, it stood to reason, but it was just something that Kirk hadn't thought about. And seeing his calm, somewhat ironic and uptight First Officer doing such a mundane thing was unexpectedly… endearing.

After thoroughly cleansing his mouth, Spock spat out the toothpasty foam and took a sip of water from the mug. Then he rinsed his brush and put it in the mug before placing it back on the shelf.

"Is there something troubling you, Captain?" Spock asked, meeting Kirk's astonished blue eyes in the mirror.

"I- what? No!" Kirk said hurriedly, taking a big stride forward, trying to look as if he'd not just spent five minutes ogling his First Officer. He had not, unfortunately, dried completely yet, and thus, when his foot made contact with the floor, slipperiness happened.

Kirk fell with a decidedly manly yelp, and he did this just as Spock turned around. The result was that the man collided with the half-Vulcan with considerable force. The half-Vulcan was clearly not prepared for the attack of wet, somewhat shampoo-covered and barely towel-clad human, and so they were both sent sprawling on the tiled floor, limbs entangled and dignity quickly abandoning ship.

As Kirk lay with his face pressed into Spock's chest, soaking his First Officer's blue uniform shirt and desperately trying to disentangle them, all he could think was: Oh thank god, there's no-one here with a camera. We'd never live it down! I can see the headlines: Sex-starved Starship Captain molests First Officer…

Finally, Spock seized Kirk's upper arms in a tight grip and firmly removed the captain from his person. Kirk flailingly got to his feet, and barely managed to keep his towel around his waist in the process, although he was able to match Spock's appearance of dignity and calm as the half-Vulcan gracefully rose to his feet as well.

"Do you mind if I borrow some of your toothpaste, Commander?" Kirk asked cheerfully.

"Certainly, Captain", was the dry reply, "although I do not wish you to return what you take."