Glance
(aka What Happens When Your Not-Always-Vulcan Boyfriend Sits at the Station Beside Yours)
Vulcans didn't peek.
And they most definitely didn't peek shyly.
Spock wasn't an ordinary Vulcan, though, and nobody knew that better than she did (with the exception of, maybe, the Captain). Still, the first time, she thought she must have imagined it; it was just a little too…illogical.
Then, it happened again. When she cut her gaze to the side (trying to be inconspicuous about it because surely she must be wrong), he was staring down at his station with as much world-blocking concentration as ever—a little conspicuous in itself, in fact, considering the screen in front of him was still loading his selected file.
She refrained from any kind of reaction, still determined to stay unassuming about the whole matter.
But he was just a little too slow the next time, and when she spun around in her chair to give Kirk her update, the soul-deep, dark eyes darted down just at the right moment for her to notice. That might have been his intention all along, though, since when she carefully mimicked him, shooting a tiny glance toward his station, his glance met it head-on before flickering away just as quickly.
She valiantly kept from grinning as she worked, but she'd seen the eyebrow move.
Message received and translated.
And if she took just a little too long rising from her chair the next time, and looked just a little too intently at him while she did, and maybe had her eyebrows send him a message of their own, well. Xenolinguistics was her specialty.
I generally dislike female characters, but as luck would have it, I like Nyota just by herself. The fact that he's adorable and they're perfect for each other just seals it completely.
