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A/N: Kirk and Spock have their first meeting outside of an academic setting.
Kirk and Spock's Epic Adventures!
Chapter 11: The One Where Spock Teaches Kirk A Lesson
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Starfleet Club, Wammi's
"Hey, Professor Spock, you wanna dance?" Cadet Kirk sounded super drunk, which was usual for many cadets on a Friday night trying to escape the rigorous academic and physical training. He was dressed in a white tank top and tight blue jeans. Spock would never admit it, but he thought Kirk looked quite fetching.
"Very well," sighed Spock. He was dressed in his black graduate's uniform.
"Really?" Kirk crowed with delight. Spock had never said yes to him before. "Wow, cool."
"Indeed," Spock sighed. He pulled on his black leather gloves and reluctantly joined Kirk on the dance floor. "If this will get you to leave me be in the future."
"Whatev' you say," Kirk slurred. He high fived his doctor buddy, Cadet McCoy, who was dancing next to him with a pretty blonde.
Spock reached for Kirk and gracefully pulled him into the standard ballroom dance position.
"Uh, no, Spock," Kirk laughed. "It's a club, not a formal setting." He got behind the Vulcan and started to grind away.
Spock jerked, as if struck. "Cadet, I am not certain if this is appropriate." But Kirk didn't alter his behavior. Spock felt dirty and used. So Spock decided to teach the insolent cadet a lesson.
"Very well," Spock hissed into Kirk's left ear. "But I am the instructor. I will be the one dancing behind you."
"Kay," said Kirk, sounding blissed out.
"Close your eyes," Spock said seductively.
"Sure," said Kirk, always a willing participant.
Spock got behind the cadet and humped him for exactly five seconds. All of the cadets stopped dancing and watched the scene, astonished.
The Spock stopped. "That was the most humiliating thing I have ever done in public," he growled so that everyone could hear. "If you truly wish to court me, I deserve your respect. Grow up, Kirk." Then he sashayed out of the club to a round of thunderous applause. Everyone started laughing at Kirk.
"You got told by a Vulcan!" McCoy exclaimed.
"Dammit," Kirk swore. "I blew my chance with him."
"I don't think so," McCoy chortled. "I've studied Vulcan mating behavior. Trust me; that was just the beginning."
"Sweet!" said Kirk before he passed out the floor.
"Kid, you'll be the death of me yet," McCoy groaned as he prepared to take care of an intoxicated Kirk for the fourth weekend in a row.
The End
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