Jim recites his poem.

Jim and Spock stood face to face. Spock's hand laid upon Jim's chest. The strong beat of Jim's heart sent wonderful chills down Spock's spine. It warmed him deeply that Jim was going to say what Spock meant to him.

"I'm ready to begin, Spock. The poem rhymes, and it's pretty mushy, so I'm warning you."

"That is quite alright. I am prepared." Spock responded, his hand pressed tightly to Jim's chest feeling him take a deep breath.

ODE TO SPOCK

Dear Spock, I'm sorry about last night.
Please, please, I don't want us to fight.
When you gaze upon me with your alien brown eyes.
One look at you and you have got me hypnotized.
With your pretty pointed olive ears.
Oh, you elicit me to happy tears.
Ah, the curve of your sexy hips.
Oh, and those oh so inviting lips.

With soft black raven hair and your bangs so right.
Oh, dear Spock, you are such a sight.
It isn't just the sight of you that makes me blush.
It's your mind that gives me such a rush.
Please, please, let us still be friends.
So that we can begin once again.
Making sweet, sweet love to you.
Oh, darling I promise to be true.
Friends we are were and friends we could stay.

But, I need more between us, let me say.

That it is only you that brightens my day.

The touch of your skin upon my own.
Oh Spock, makes me want to groan.
When your warm body presses against my spine.
The essence fills me like delicious aged wine.
Please, don't let this feeling we have tear us apart.
Oh, I love you Spock, and that is straight from my heart.

Jim stared at Spock to see any reaction to his declaration of love. There was nothing.
Spock slowly backed away removing his hand from Jim's chest and went to the bathroom without a word.

Jim was surprised by his reaction and felt a little hurt. Nonetheless, he waited for something, anything. Seconds became minutes, it was driving him insane. Finally, which felt like an eternity Spock came out of the restroom wearing his black velvet bathrobe.

Jim's eyes fell upon the sight of his friend. Never had he seen his first officer so handsome. He was wondering though, if there was anything under that robe.

"You have pleased me with your words. They are a bit saccharin, but nonetheless, I did enjoy it."

"Thank you. Does, that mean I'm forgiven?"

"I need to ask you something Jim. Have you ever wrote a poem like this to anyone?" Spock looked at his friend, waiting for an answer.

"No, Spock. Never. I have never spoke words like this to anyone. You are the first, and there won't be any others." Jim smiled in Spock's direction coming closer.

Spock stopped him with a hand across his chest.

"I am sorry. I am sorry for doubting you. I call you complicated. But, you are not the only one who is. I can be just as complicated."

Jim grinned and he laid his hand over Spock's.

"You don't say. That never crossed my mind." Jim responded, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"We are both complicated individuals. Do you think that there is 'hope' for us Jim?"

"I think so. Relationships, Spock are not perfect. Even the best one's. We will argue Spock. There's no denying that. It's healthy. But at the end of the day, if we can forgive each other, and come to some sort of agreement. Than, I think we have it made. You can quote odds if you like. I'm not sure..."

Spock grabbed him, pressing Jim's body tightly against him.

"Logic, my dear Captain, is the farthest thing on my mind at the moment." Spock words were deep and lustful.

"Oh, is that true."

"Yes."

And to prove it, Spock dropped the robe.