Jim sets his PADD down. I do the same and follow him out of the room. We travel far down the hall until we come to an empty discussion chamber. Once we both enter, I turn to close the door but quickly stop before I reach the handle. I glance down to my gloved hands. I decide to leave the door where it is and drop my arms to my sides. I turn to approach him.

He looks at me concerned. "You ok? You look more flushed than usual."

I raise an eyebrow. "Is that why you wished to speak to me?"

"What? No it isn't actually, but you just look a little ill." He frowns. "Is the cold getting to you? I'm sure I can excuse you if you want to go back to the Enterprise and warm up. These people are pretty understanding, and I don't want you getting hypothermia."

I consider taking his offer, but I know diplomacy is not Jim's forte and it would be difficult without me, especially since I complete most of the paperwork. I could have another sent down, but I am far more efficient, causing negotiations to be completed faster, which is always Jim's main goal whether they end in our favor or not. I consider beaming up, getting another stimulant from Dr. McCoy and, before I beam back down, meditating for half an hour and switching to another pair of gloves. Yet if Jim would notice my switch… He was extremely proud to give me these gloves, I do not want to make him upset.

I give an internal sigh. "No. I thank you for your concern but I am not ill."

He looks at me thoughtfully. "Is it the handholding?"

I stare at him for a long moment. I take in the red flush of his cheeks and the pink of his lips. His blond hair blends into the brown of the fur lining of his hood. His blue eyes are emphasized by the light blue, ice décor. The cold makes Jim look extremely exotic. My heart rate increases and my arousal spikes for a moment before I suddenly snap back to awareness. What had he asked?

"I will confess the contact is becoming slightly overwhelming," it is certainly not a lie, "but I believe I am capable of finishing the proceedings."

"You're sure?"

I attempt to steady myself before suddenly blurting out. "Quite. I would prefer to be present if you cause another incident."

He frowns. "I'm not that horrible. I doubt these people could be offended even if I tried."

"Please do not," I quickly say. "Knowing your rate of success, I am certain that you would succeed."

He grins at me, and that is more than I can take.

I would like to say that it was a logical action. The most logical way to let go of some of the sexual tension built up in my system would be to release some of it. But when I back him against the wall, capturing his lips and invading his mouth that had opened in surprise, it only causes the pressure to build. My gloved hands are placed on the wall on either side of his shoulders. My fingers twitch and cause a small tingle to travel through my body once more.

I leave his lips, which seem strangely warm because of the frigid air, and move to quickly kiss up his jaw line. The fur of his hood brushes against my face.

"Spock, what–" he begins to say, but I find the sensitive area where his jaw and ear meet and lick it, causing his voice to break.

Jim is even more intoxicating closer. His skin is soft against my lips. It tastes deliciously salty from a thin layer of sweat attempting to cool his body in his warm clothing. Even through the layers I can feel his body heat seep into mine. I breathe in deeply. His musk fills my nostrils and causes me to close my eyes, allowing my sense of smell to be heightened. I hear his breath become ragged. His hands grip my jacket and I can feel him pull me closer. I oblige and lean into him further, causing a groan to escape his lips. My shields are completely gone. My arousal is pouring into him, amplifying it. He seems entirely overwhelmed. He normally reacts to my sexual invitations aggressively and with fervor, but the sudden bombardment of my over-stimulated mind seems to have caught him off guard. He is almost dazed.

"I believe you had an inquiry?" I ask against his neck, my voice rough and low.

"Wha?" he asks meekly.

"There was something you had to discuss."

"Oh. Right. Schedule," he says slowly. He pauses for a long moment before muttering, "S'not important."

My lips travel down his neck until I reach cloth blocking his skin. I remove my hands from the wall and start to unbutton his jacket. The fur brushes my fingertips and I inadvertently thrust my hips into his.

"Spock," he gasps hoarsely.

As I proceed to the second button, my sensitive ears suddenly hear over his heavy breathing a distant door open and footsteps. My eyes widen and I suddenly step back from the wall, bringing him with me. I quickly let go and step back to create some distance between us. I flatten my jacket, ignoring the stimulation, and place my hands at my sides. It takes me much less time to successfully rebuild my mental shields than I thought it would.

Jim looks at me incredulously and confused, looking to have recovered his cognitive abilities with the absence of my influence. "What?" is all he manages to say.

"Now is not the time, Captain," I say quickly, looking away.

He looks at me angrily. "You're kidding right? You can't just slam me against a wall and start me up, then stop abruptly. How am I supposed to go through this diplomatic meeting with a hard-on?"

I shoot him a sharp glare, filled with irritation I cannot suppress.

He looks at me wide eyed and closes his mouth, getting the implication that to press it any further would be ill advised for the sake of his health.

I suddenly feel very resentful. If I have to go through this mission with such an affliction, he might as well also. He is the cause, after all.

Priest Yulep peeks through the open door with a look of concern on his face. We both straighten to our formal postures. He looks hesitantly between us. "Captain Kirk, I hope there is not a problem?" he says, not attempting to grab either of our hands.

Jim opens his mouth to reply but cannot seem to think of one. I seemed to have quite successfully diverted his blood away from his brain to lower anatomy. Anatomy I have an uncontrollable urge to grab at this very moment.

"Of course not," I say in his place. "The captain merely wished to discuss the rest of today's schedule. You and your people are much more hospitable and willing to compromise than we had anticipated. We wished to arrange the schedule to facilitate a quick and successful talk."

"Ah," the priest smiled. "I see. Would you like more time to confer?"

Jim smiles, though it was slightly forced. "No, I believe we are finished."

The priest's smile widens and he holds out his hand for the captain who shoots me a glance that tells me this is going to be discussed later. He walks forward and takes the offered hand, allowing himself to be lead back to the conference room.

I see the priest give Jim's hand a squeeze. I some how manage to suppress a low growl from escaping my throat. I clench my hands to fists and give a quick, shocked inhale as the sensation rips through me and causes my erection to strain once again.

I do not believe in deities, but as I follow, I pray this mission does not last much longer.

Author's Note: Poor Spock. Next chapter is what I'm sure most of you have been waiting for. It may not be exactly what everyone expects... But it's a lot of smexing with frustrated!Spock and accommodating/teasing!Kirk, promise. Hahaha