You board the shuttle next to your, um, boyfriend...? Is that the correct term, you think it is. You board the shuttle next to your boyfriend, but you know you can't portray your love for him in public, as much as you want to. You've taken a liking to kissing him though, it makes you feel very very happy. You sit next to him, and on his other side is Bones. Obviously Bones is the most likely to be the first told of the love between you two, but you don't know when you'll both feel ready to tell the crew, because as good friends as Kirk and Bones are, Bones tends to talk, and word spreads fast around a ship in the middle of space. You believe nobody will really care though, as it is your personal lives, and the crew of the Enterprise is much too professional to let that effect them while working. At least it would only make sense that they wouldn't care, what reason would they have to? None, well maybe a few, but certain humans are much too touchy about these things. Like Uhura, she may care. Why had James thought that you and her would be a cute couple if he loved you? Perhaps he was just wanting to see what you would say before he said anything he would regret. But then again, if he hadn't said he liked you back, what would've happened? You immediately dismiss the thought, as it doesn't matter, he's yours now. The captain if The USS Enterprise, the best ship in all of Star Fleet, is your boyfriend. You are in your first relationship and it is with the man of your preverbal dreams. You've never actually dreamed about James, although you think about his perfect face, and adorable, dirty blonde, messy hair a lot. You push the thoughts of James from your head as you feel that thing you can't suppress begin to rise. That damn thing is truly a nuisance, and you wish it would just stop tapping into your feelings and using them to power itself. The shuttle is almost to the ship now, and you can't cross your legs while you walk around.
As you follow Kirk and Bones off of the shuttle, you can't help but glance down at Kirk's beautiful butt. It's just there, in those tight, slimming, black pants, and you can't help but stare. You really must stop though, you almost just crashed into him because you were looking at his butt rather then his feet or Bones, who was first to stop. You straighten your posture as you prepare to walk onto the bridge. Kirk has to step in front of Bones to be the first to board, besides the few like Mr. Sulu and possibly Chekov who would've come early to prep the ship for take off.
As you thought, Sulu and Chekov are already aboard, and Chekov greets everyone with that heavy Russian accent he wears so proudly. "Hello Keptin, Mr. Spock," as he continues everyone walks onto the bridge, and takes their places. You realize now just how far away you have to be from your boyfriend when you man your station, it seems much farther then you remember. That is okay though, Spock. You'll need to be away from him sometimes so as not to seem clingy, but you won't want to be too far away. This is a good safe distance, and an easy reason to leave his side, too. You'll be fine. As the doors to the bridge shut, you think of how long you will be in space with Kirk. Five whole years. That could be too long, or not nearly long enough, you settle on the fact that you'll have to wait and see. You have no way to know if these next five years will be good or bad. None at all. You will just have to be patient and live in the moment. Yes, the moment, like the one happening right now. The ship's beginning to fly out of orbit and your five year adventure is beginning. She's successfully left orbit and as your captain glances back at you then gets up to leave the bridge, you follow, suppressing a smile as you hope you'll get some private time to give him a kiss. It's strange how you've grown so found of that little action. It's just the touching of two people's lips together, or ones lips to a different part of the others body. It gives you a strange sensation, though. A sensation you can't seem to identify, but it seems to buddy with your love for James, so the two must be linked in a way. Maybe soon you'll know what that strange, longing sensation is. Is it longing? Or could it be just more love? Again this must be something you'll have to wait on.
You don't have to wait longer then the time it takes to walk to the captain's quarters to kiss Kirk, though. That strange sensation has come back, and it gets worse as you two sit on his bed and experiment with kissing. It may be an 'experiment' as you've no clue what you're doing, but you can tell the kisses are extremely passionate. Kirk is the more experienced one, so you try to learn from what he does. These things he's doing seem so strange, though. Like this thing he says is called 'French Kissing'. It's quite peculiar, the feeling you get as your tongues dance between your interlocked lips in a slur of passion. It seems to be just a stronger, more intensified feeling from the gentle kiss you laid upon his cheek earlier, but you still can't seem to place it. Despite what your body is telling you to do, your mind has questions and you won't be fully able to enjoy this kissy-time, as Kirk calls it, until you have some answers. You break away, and stare with, passion, eh lust, no, um love? You stare into his adorable, amazing, beautifully blue eyes, and begin to talk. "James, can we talk about us for a moment?"
"Sure, baby, what's up?" Did he just cal you baby? Why would he call you that, you were a grown man, and you weren't wining, so why would he call you baby?
"Let's start with why you just called me baby? I don't understand does it bother you that I wanted to ask some questions, why are you calling me names?" You're agitated, clearly, but James seems, happy? Maybe he just looks crazy.
"Wow, Spock." He's laughing now, what is going on? "So, when two people, like us, are in a relationship, like the way we are, they tend to call each other little nicknames like baby, or sweetie pie, or the way that you're calling me James now. I'm not making fun of you, hon, it's just a playful little thing couples do."
"Um, so we are indeed, in a relationship?" You just want to get off that topic, it seems completely unnecessary for you to understand.
"Yeah."
"And the proper term for you now is my boyfriend?" Your captain seems amused that you have all these little questions to ask him.
"Yup. Anything else?" Um yes, of course there's other things to ask him. Like why all the different kissing styles? But that question can wait another day. This one only can if it must.
"How long are we going to keep this a secret from the crew?" James looks absolutely stunned. "James? Was that not an okay question?" Relax, Spock, how bad of a question could it be? It can't be too bad, he seems about ready to answer you.
"Honestly, Spock, whenever you're ready. I'm fine with this, I absolutely adore you and I couldn't care less about what people say, and they'll find out eventually somehow. So really, mister, it's up to you." He's practically tearing your soul apart with those puppy dog eyes, and you pull him into a kiss. Not a 'French Kiss', just a regular, good old fashion lip to lip kiss.
"I'm ready. Should we go now?" After that kiss you almost don't want to, you almost want to stay here and kiss James some more, but then again you want to he able to do that anywhere on the ship.
"Alright, boyfriend of mine, lets go."