Jim smiled at his first officer. And Spock stared back and smiled also. It was so strange to see him like this. Spock was going to feel terribly embarrassed when this drunken state he was in would end. Even though Jim thought that this was painful emotionally for his logical friend, he couldn't help liking this side of him that he never got the opportunity to see. So there was a more jovial Spock buried beneath, it was just unfortunate that it had to come out when he was intoxicated. Why couldn't that side of him come out once and awhile over a game of chess. Well, not totally drunk per se, but a little bit more laid back. Would that be so wrong?

Jim stared again at the man smiling at him. He looked so much younger when he was free of his logical way of thinking. And his eyes, so full of mischief, like a little boy, who couldn't wait to cause trouble. But, the being in front of him was no child, and the mischief of an adult can be far more damaging. The captain only hoped he could handle it.

"So, Spock, how about we get you cleaned up?" Jim asked with a definite grin behind his question.

"Of course, Jim. I do feel very uncomfortable in a soiled shirt. I believe I need a new one."

"Yes, so you do. Come to the fresher and we'll clean your face up, and you can wash your hands. They must be very sticky from all that chocolate."

"I have licked them clean." Spock lifted his hands up, showing his palms.

"I am sure you have, but still, we need to clean you better than that. Fine with you?" Jim asked, like he would respond to a small child.

"As you wish." Spock tried to rise from Jim's small bunk and almost fell to the floor, but Jim caught him.

"Easy there. I am sure you're not very steady on those feet of yours. Let me give you a hand." Jim not asking permission did so.

Jim's arm was holding Spock steady. He never realized what dead weight a Vulcan could be, when the occupant he was holding wasn't holding his own.

"I am quite capable of using the facilities. I am not that ine..enbra...inneb.."

"Let's face it dear friend, you are plastered. But, soon it will be a distant memory. And you won't have to be embarrassed about it, I won't tell anyone what transpired in these quarters. Okay."

"What do you believe will transpire in these quarters Jim?" Spock gazed in his captain's eyes, the look of utter desire.

Jim tensed as he caught that look, he was surely mistaking it for something else. He quickly changed the subject.

"Damn, you sure are heavy. Never realized how much until now. And you're taller than me. When did that happen?"

"I have always been taller than you Jim. Perhaps, you are wearing a different pair of boots."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Jim asked curiously.

"Surely, you must realize that I know you are compensating for your lack of height. Two inches can make a difference."

"What! Are you saying that my boots have a two inch lift in them?"

"If the shoe fits.."

"Fine. Forget it. Can you stand now Spock? My arm is killing me?"

"Yes, of course." Spock stood but swayed slightly.

"Now, once we get you cleaned, we'll find you that shi.."

Spock had managed to remove his soiled shirt and it landed smack dab in front of his Captain's face, muffling his last word.

Jim peeled the garment from his face, getting the scent of Spock, while doing so. It made him, a little light headed.

When his eyes focused, all he could see was a tall, handsome alien, with a strong muscular upper build, with a dark black patch of curly chest hair. It continued, but less so, down his navel. Jim couldn't stop staring.

"Jim, my eyes are here."

"What?" Jim replied still staring below.

"My eyes Jim, as I recall were not formed where you are looking."

"Yes...cough cough. Sorry."

As Jim looked up, s-l-o-w-l-y, he saw Spock's desire again when their eyes met.

Spock looked incredible. His hair was all a mess, his face still had traces of chocolate he had gorged himself on. His captain was finding it very hard to concentrate.

"I am looking forward to our meal, Jim. I am getting quite hungry." Spock smiled again.

Jim was beginning to realize that a different hunger was on the menu, and that the mischief had only begun.