Disclaimer: This story and the characters I created belong to me. "Star Trek" belongs to The Powers That Be at Paramount…more's the pity.
Notes: This story was originally written August-October 2004…etc…etc.
The words that inspired this chapter? DITTY PERT RELAX
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The lobby of the Chief Minister's residence...
Spock watched K-tel grin as she pressed her ample bosom against Kirk's arm and whispered in his ear. Although his acute Vulcan senses didn't quite pick up what she'd said, judging from her past interactions with the Captain (and the sudden, glassy-eyed look that had come over Kirk's face), Spock was sure it had been something equally as pert and suggestive as anything she'd said before.
Spock was also sure that, despite the Chief Minister's recommendation, Kirk had very little intention of going to the offered sitting room to just 'relax'. Kirk had already had a nap today, after all. The First Officer just hoped that his Captain showed enough discretion to wait until he was actually inside the sitting room, with the door closed, before shucking his clothes and jumping all over the First Greeter.
As Spock considered Kirk's raging libido, he recalled an old Earth ditty that he had often heard his mother singing at home when she'd thought she was alone. He remembered the humiliated flush that had spread over her cheeks when he, at the tender age of two years, had walked in on his mother's singing and asked what a 'gigolo' was.
Spock was spared further recollections of his mother's embarrassment when he heard the telltale chirp of Kirk's communicator...
TBC…