A/N: As ever thank you to those who have taken the time to review this – it is greatly appreciated, and I do try to take notice of people's comments. This has taken a bit longer to post than I had hoped as the story seems to be heading in a slightly different direction to what I had originally intended!
Chapter Three
Spock withdrew from his meditation slowly; regretful he did not have longer than the eight hours the previous evening had allowed him, letting out a sharp exhale of breath as he did so. Two days had passed since the Captain had kissed him, somehow sending his ordered mind revolving in ways he was not used to and was still having difficulty in coming to terms with. His efforts to meditate were proving harder than he was accustomed to, as deeply as he tried to concentrate the feel of Kirk's lips pressing insistently against his own trying to illicit a response returned time and time again. He was beginning to come to the conclusion that there was a distinct possibility he should have responded, should have taken the opportunity to satisfy what was obviously a curiosity.
It was not helping the matter that he was still extremely aware of Kirk; in ways he had not been prior. He had noticed that since their conversation on the issue the Captain had refrained from making contact with him as much as possible, but whenever they had accidently brushed against one another Spock had felt another glimpse of the yearning emanating from the human, if anything it was more pronounced than it had been initially. He was also experiencing unusual sensations of his own, which when deliberated upon appeared to reflect those he sensed from Kirk. In his short relationship with Lieutenant Uhura Spock had never felt anything such as this, one of the reasons the relationship had come to an abrupt end when Nyota had found someone who was more her emotional equal. He had not held any regret over this matter especially as he had retained her close friendship, something he had found he valued to a much greater extent.
After a routine morning a relief crew was brought in so the main crew could have an afternoon's rest due to their increasing proximity to their destination. Spock knew he had to confront the fact that what had happened between himself and his senior officer was affecting him before they reached the Starbase so he would be at full potential for the duration of the mission and with time running short he had to take this opportunity.
With this in mind he made his way towards Kirk's private quarters.
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Kirk was sitting with his back to his desk, swinging slowly back and forth in his chair, deep in thought, his mind firmly focused on his First Officer. He knew he could not continue like this, he was afraid to go too close to the Vulcan in case he was able to detect how he was feeling. He was refusing to admit to himself that he was attracted to Spock but as time passed it was harder and harder to deny. He was still unsure where these feelings had originated from, when frustration had turned into attraction…….or had he actually been frustrated due to the attraction…..his mind was working in unhelpful circles.
He sighed; the other thing bothering him was Spock's lack of anger or disgust at his actions. He knew Vulcan's were adept at keeping their emotions concealed, but having managed to provoke Spock into an emotional response previously he couldn't help thinking that surely his kiss could be seen as provocation and there should have been some adverse reaction? He had thought he would have repulsed the Vulcan, ok, there had been no response but neither had he been pushed away.
He almost regretted not pursuing the kiss, a flash of heat filling his body at the memory, still fresh in his mind. He was aware that Vulcan's had a higher body temperature than humans and he groaned as his mind wandered to consider how hot the rest of Spock's body would feel pressed against his own. Sadly he knew that he had probably missed his one opportunity to find out.
He was shaken from his reverie by the call sign requesting entry to his quarters, recognising the insignia as Spock's. Confirming permission for Spock to enter he took a deep breath and swung the chair round to face the door, an expectant look on his face.
"Captain I am sorry to disturb you," Spock said upon entering.
Kirk waved away the Vulcan's apology.
"You aren't disturbing me, I was just thinking." He smiled at Spock doing his best to disguise his feelings. "Is something bothering you?"
"Actually it is, and I was wondering if you could help me?"
Noticing an increased flush of pale translucent green rising on Spock's cheeks Kirk stood and walked round his desk to rest against it, facing his uncomfortable looking First Officer.
"If I can help you know I will," Kirk spoke in a gentler tone noticing how awkward his normally composed First Officer was looking.
"It is in regard to the other day, in relation to our encounter."
Kirk swallowed hard, he had known that this hadn't gone away, although he was surprised to hear Spock refer to it as a joint issue.
"I thought we had discussed this," he responded quietly, looking down at the floor, beginning to feel uneasy.
"We had, and I had thought the matter concluded. However I can still sense your emotions when we come into contact and I am still unable to deduce exactly what they are." Spock couldn't help a note of frustration entering his voice, a fact which didn't go unnoticed by his superior officer.
Kirk began to speak, but closed his mouth when Spock raised his hand to silence him.
"Please Captain, let me continue, I am finding this subject matter most," he paused, "complex?"
Kirk nodded and waited patiently for the Vulcan to carry on, unsure where this was leading but starting to feel a now familiar burn beginning to take up residence in his belly.
"This feeling I sense from you, I seem to be experiencing something similar myself, but I cannot put a name to it."
Kirks mouth went dry at Spock's words, not completely believing what he was hearing. "Can you describe it?" He rasped.
Spock met his eyes their cool darkness mingling with deep blue depths.
"It is as I tried to explain to you previously, it is like a yearning, or another way to explain it would be as though craving for something," Spock faltered, "I really am uncertain."
Kirk stood up straight and moved closer to Spock, his heart beating faster as he whispered, "Do you think it could be termed as desire?"
Spock hesitated as he mulled over the concept.
"Desire." He repeated. A statement more than a question, murmured to himself.
"Yes, desire," Kirk said in the same soft tone inching slowly closer to the Vulcan, noticing the flush on his cheeks grow a darker green with fascination.
"For example do you think you would you like me to touch you?" Kirk demonstrated by softly running his fingers up Spock's clothed arm, his eyes on Spock's the whole time.
When he received no response apart from an almost unnoticeable hitch in Spock's breathing he continued, "Or maybe kiss you?" and placed a soft kiss on the pulse in Spock's neck.
He then moved back, knowing that this would be unusual conduct for the Vulcan, studying his face and watching as a struggle of ideas played across it.
"Yes, yes I think I would find that most agreeable." Spock finally said as he stepped into the space Kirk had just moved out of, looking at him expectantly.
Kirk took a deep breath, placed his hand at the back of Spock's neck and slowly moved closer to the Vulcan once again. His heart was pounding as his gaze fell onto Spock's lips, leaning in before pulling back at the last second, amused to hear an impatient breath emitted from the lips he was watching so intently.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked.
Spock nodded in acquiescence, confused at his inability to find words with the Captain's lips so close to his own.
Closing his eyes Kirk allowed his lips to meet Spock's in a soft caress, groaning quietly when this time Spock responded by parting his lips in an invitation which Kirk accepted, angling his head to deepen the kiss. His mind spun as their tongues moved, pressing, twisting, sliding together, the sensations flowing through his body were incredible. As if instinct was guiding them, the two Starfleet officers moved closer to each other eliciting another moan from Kirk as he came in contact with the heat of Spock's body.
The intense heat Kirk could feel radiating from Spock's body made him reluctantly pull away, ending the kiss, trying to catch his breath as he watched the Vulcan. Spock's chest was visibly heaving, as he processed what was happening. As much as Jim was finding this experience strange, new and - if he was completely honest – exciting, he knew it must be much harder for the other to comprehend.
"Ok?" He asked, his now dark blue eyes searching the Vulcan's features.
Spock met his gaze, "Yes, I am fine, if that does justice to how I am currently feeling."
Kirk simply smiled, a strange feeling of pride rising in his chest at being responsible for making Spock admit to feeling in this way.
"Can I please show you something?" Spock asked after a moment of hesitation.
"Of course," responded Jim, curiously.
Spock took hold of his Captain's hand, trying not to react as a new wave of what he now knew as desire flowed through him. He raised it, so that the palm was facing him, fingers splayed apart.
Kirk didn't move a muscle, his expression inquisitive.
"Vulcan's have a different way to showing affection to humans, it is meant in a similar expression to a human kiss" he explained as he took his own second and third fingers and ran the pads of his corresponding fingers down Kirk's, his eyelids fluttering closed at the sensation.
For the first time Kirk had a glimpse of the connection Spock had been referring to feeling a slight spark as their fingers connected, a warm feeling filling him at the contact. He felt extremely privileged to be sharing this with Spock, knowing this must mean a lot to the private quiet man in front of him. An idea crept into his mind and he moved to bring his lips back against Spock's whilst continuing to run his fingers against the Vulcan's.
Neither of them had ever known anything quite so erotic, standing there in the Captain's quarters, hands, lips and tongues entwined. They could both feel the heat building between them, radiating from their bodies as they continued their exploration of each other. As the tension between them built Jim couldn't bear the small distance between them any longer and placed his free hand onto the small of Spock's back, pressing their bodies flush against each other, causing a sharp intake of breath from the other at the increased contact, which he willingly swallowed into his kiss.
They were suddenly interrupted by the soft tones of one of the relief officers on the Bridge. "Captain, the transmission you have been waiting for has arrived."
The two senior officers broke apart from each other as if they had been burnt, facing each other, their mutual desire still blazing between them.
"Captain, do you copy?" The voice sounded slightly exasperated.
Maintaining eye contact with Spock, taking in his swollen lips and slightly dazed expression, Jim responded.
"Message received, I'm on my way." Kirk did his best to sound casual and as unflustered as possible.
"I have to go," he said regretfully, "but I get the distinct impression we need to talk and with our rendezvous growing nearer time is short."
Spock nodded slowly, "I concur Captain, on all points."
"Will you meet me for dinner here this evening?"
"I find your request most acceptable Captain, I shall see you then." An air of professionalism was starting to return to Spock's manner.
Kirk smiled, "I look forward to it," he said before turning and heading for the door.
He paused on the threshold, looking back over his shoulder.
"And Spock, with what appears to be happening between us, please call me Jim when we are off duty, your insistence with calling me Captain feels most……peculiar."
"As you wish…..Jim."
Kirk pressed the button to release the door, hurrying to the Bridge, smoothing down his hair on the way, trying his best to not look as though he had been on the verge of ravishing his First Officer.
Tbc
