Story: Searching for Heaven
Author: MikoAkako
Beta: None
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Pairing/Character: Spock/Jim
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.
Summary: xxv. Trouble Lurking. There was something lurking behind those eyes.

Trouble Lurking

Spock took to avoiding the Captain. He found that he could no longer control his emotions around the exuberant human. In all the years he had been living and working with Starfleet, he had not met anyone who could provoke even a fraction of the emotional response Captain Kirk could with just a look. Spock could lose himself in those eyes. There was something lurking behind them, speaking a million words with a single glance.

Thankfully, Spock was on shift when Captain Kirk wasn't, and their shifts overlapped only long enough to Spock to relinquish control and step into the turbo lift. Most days the Captain was immediately overwhelmed with the reports of what had happened with his shift while he was off duty and he didn't notice that his First Officer walked a little quicker than he should have and flinched away if Jim even seemed likely to touch him.

Jim had to admit he was equal parts glad and hurt that Spock vacated any room they found themselves in together. He had mastered the art of closing off his heart at an early age. People eventually disappointed, and the brief happiness wasn't worth the years of heartache that would follow. Yet everything in Jim strained toward the Vulcan who had every reason to hurt him, despite the trouble he knew it would cause both personally and professionally. He wasn't even aware that it was to Spock's quarters he walked after shift one day. Before he could think better of it he pressed the buzzer.

"Captain?" Spock kept enough control not to flinch as Jim strode past him to pace inside the room. He turned around, hand falling to his side from closing the door. He lifted his eyes and forced them to meet Jim's, taken aback by the depth of emotions he saw playing across the Captain's features. Before he could speak, Jim's lips were on his, warm and demanding and so much better than he ever expected. While they were fused together, skin on skin, breath mingling, they could forget the trouble lurking in the future.