Author note: I look forward to your thought this week. I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. I hope you like the mushness!
Week 10 'Writer's Choice'
Serenity
Since the day he Nyota had moved beyond the platonic instructor-student relationship, Spock had been using her as a source for his meditations. He would not meditate on her every time, but he found the dominated his thoughts more now than ever. If it were known, others might find that Nyota would be more of a distraction than a bedrock meditative subject. They would be wrong. Nyota gave serenity human form. Her figure was lithe and spry. Her mind was sharp and intelligent. And, her soul was compassionate and loving. What better subject was there to help settle his mind?
Surprise
When the door to sickbay swished open and Jim walked in, McCoy was immediately suspicious. The captain appeared to favoring his left elbow with the soft side of an irritated scowl on his face. Standing from his desk to meet Jim, McCoy was surprised to see that Christine was already at Jim's side. He observed them thoughtfully, like pair of ducklings playing, unaware that a crow was nearby. It wasn't sad that he took a perverse pleasure in embarrassing his friend, it was pure, unadulterated fun.
"Jim, I'm glad you're here," he announced. "I heard you were complaining of lovesickness."
Sanctity
There were few things that Jim Kirk held dear in his life; few things he believed in enough to die for them. First and foremost, his mother. She had always been there for him. Secondly, his friend Leonard McCoy. It was this friendship which tempered and encouraged him through his years at the Academy. Thirdly, his ship and crew. Kirk was not fool enough to think he was more than a selfish jerk before Starfleet. Now he was ready to believe in The Federation, Starfleet, and himself. Believing in himself, has made him a better man and a better captain.
Squeal
Jim had heard women squeal before. On those occasions it was usually dark and they were certainly naked. This was not the case now. Jim laughed as he chased Christine from the farm house toward the barn. As he bounded down the front step after her, he caught his waist with his hands. She twisted free squealing with glee and picked up her pace toward the red doors with giant Xs. He raced after her as she disappeared inside. Upon entering, he felt hands on his arm as he was pulled, then pushed into a mound of freshly cut hay.
Sigh
Captain James T. Kirk was 25 years old and in love. Yes, in love. Not infatuation. Not in lust; although, this could not be counted out of the equation. Not on the rebound. There were no previous candidates. No, from what he could tell, this was the real thing. He'd never felt this way before. He'd never really wanted to feel this way. In another life, with other priorities, this would have weighed him down; restricted his freedom. In his new life, with new priorities, she was a perfect fit. Damned if it wasn't the weirdest feeling in the world.