AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I said before guys, this is just drabbles. My OC, Dahlia is very spontaneous and outgoing, a stark contrast to Spock which I really and excitedly want to explore. I feel like it would be fun to pair Spock with someone that is completely and utterly different. So yeah, hope you guys like her.


TWO

"Kiss me, and you will see how important I am."
― Sylvia Plath


#First Kiss

"There you are you idiot, self-centered, clever son of a bitch!"

A distinctly female voice bellowed, causing Spock to still, and tense for a moment. He saw Uhura and Chevok stop in their tracks a few feet away from them while Jim stood next to him, the corner of his lips tugging upward. Spock lifted his brow in a small display of distaste for whoever had lacked control in keeping their emotions at bay. Spock, slowly turning, was struck by the most unusual hue of turquoise eyes and the look of annoyance that painted the otherwise aesthetically pleasing female face.

"Oh, Dahlia, my sweet, sweet Dahlia. what have I done for such harsh words from you?" Jim asked, his hand drapped over his heart. Dahlia rolled her eyes.

"Cut the crap, Jim. You know what you did," Dahlia sneered.

Instead of lending his assistance at the prospect of difficulty, Spock elected to observe. He watched, enraptured, as the young woman tapered her brow and insulted Jim in different statements that had Spock contemplating in whether or not he should interrupt their discussion to question the meaning behind such words.

"I would be careful, Dahlia. I mean you didn't complain that one night," Jim said. Spock stiffened again upon understanding the provocative implications behind such a statement. What he could not understand was why such a statement caused him a feeling he wasn't accustom to.

"Jim!" Her exasperation floated around them. "You perv! You make everything sound so dirty!"

"Alright, I'll stop. Jeez, you haven't changed a bit, have you, Dahlia?" Jim asked playfully. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Look, you can't deny my offer, Dahlia. This is a really good opportunity for you. You're at the top of your classes and once the Enterprise is ready for our next mission, you would have already graduated. Wasn't this what you wanted?"

"Yeah, but I mean, I didn't want others to think ...you know ..." Dahlia said, waving her hand around as she trailed off.

"Dahlia, you deserve the position in our science station. If you feel that way, try to work harder and I don't know, do extra work. I'm sure Spock will help you with that since he will resume his teachings until the Enterprise is rebuilt. You should become his student aide. You'll help her, right, Spock?" Jim asked, turning toward his first Officer.

Spock studied the young woman as her eyes slowly found his. Her eyes slightly widen, perhaps realizing his presence among them. It perplexed him, sometimes, how humans easily dismissed or lacked the knowledge of the presence of another when their attention is solely on one object. His mouth was fixated into the prim, untailored line as was habitual.

He blinked, once. Twice. He could see her wavering under his calculating, deep eyes. He did not address her with paltry lexis, but simply nodded his head once. "If she is, as you indicated Captain, an admirable student, then it will be acceptable for her to pursue the position as my student aide."

A look of pure relief swept her features and she gave a soft round of laughter. She jumped slightly in her excitement, becoming intimately closer to him. "Thank you, sir."

He leaned slightly backward, his eyes trained on hers. "Gratitude is an unnecessary sentiment, regarding - " Before he could fully comprehend what her goal had been, her hand moved forward and clasped his tightly. He stood speechless before her.

For a moment, his focus fell elsewhere as he allowed her fingers to brush his, and relished in the very texture of her skin. In the distance he heard a few surprised inhales, but he remained immobile and briefly unresponsive as the emotions saturating the surface of her skin transferred unto him. Jarred and temporarily fazed as he sought with a militant restraint to suppress and comprehend the passionate insights coursing through the human's mind.

She retracted from the embrace of their palms and met his eyes with uncertainty. She frowned slightly, her eyes gazing toward Jim. "What? What did I do? Fuck, did I propose to him or something?"

"No, but you just made out with him," Jim answered.

Spock, fascinated, saw her expression change, her cheeks turning a slight red, her mouth slightly parting to inhale, to observe the dilating of her eyes, wide and disbelieving. Her shock was evident on her face and she turned to him. He felt his body still, unmoving. He was frozen, completely solidified and weighed down.

What he observed next wasn't what he had expected, but he should have, of course. She was an illogical female. It was only ...logical to see her lips morph into a flirtatious grin as she leaned toward him, ignoring the warning exclamations of his crew members.

"I was that good of a kisser, huh?"