"Ko-mekh, I would like to learn chess. Would you teach me?"

Xavier stood in front of Spock at five years old. His eyes stayed that piercing blue that ladies would kill for when he became older. T'Lyra and T'Para came running up behind him; T'Para holding a stuffed rabbit with her perfect ringlet curls cascading down her face.

"Yes, father! Teach us too… pleeeease."

"T'Para, grow up! Stop whining like a baby," T'Lyra interjected.

"I agree with sister. You are acting very immature," Xavier retorted.

Kirk walked in wearing his green wrap shirt. He opened his arms wide, and gave a huge smile at the sight of his family. He hadn't seen them all day. Spock had gotten off Bridge duty early, but he was left with paperwork.

"Wear are my kiddos? Come here!"

T'Para jumped into his arms, and giggled as he spun her around. T'Lyra hugged his waist as he swayed with her. Xavier put out his hand to shake.

"Xavier, what's this? No hug for your dad?"

"I do not prefer unnecessary physical contact, sa-mekh. I do believe you know this."

Kirk gazed up at Spock with his mouth agape. Spock couldn't help but huff out a small laugh at their son. He was trying to be fully Vulcan. Spock knew he wouldn't keep it up forever. There was no way to in this family.

Then, Kirk did the unexpected, and pulled his son by the arm that currently reached towards him. Both of Kirk's arms wrapped around Xavier, and he laughed at how still the boy was trying to be rigid. After a bit, he could sense a bit of relaxation from his third child. He would break him eventually.

"Now, what's this I hear about chess playing?"

"The children would like us to lecture them on the basics of the game," Spock replied.

"You know kids, that's how your dad and I met."

"You and ko-mekh met by serving as officers on this ship together. Your statement is false," Xavier refuted.

"Well formally, yes. However, I didn't realize I loved him until that night we played match after match together. I could never beat him."

"Not even with your wits, daddy?"

"No, T'Lyra, not even with my wits."

Kirk walked over to Spock and gave him a peck on the lips.

"We should do that tonight after dinner. Considering we have plans tomorrow."

"Ah, yes."

"What plans, mommy," T'Para asked.

"Now, you know what I told you about the mommy calling."

Spock gave a small smile at his daughter. It drove his bondmate crazy that she called him that. He considered it payback for telling them of their origins at such a young age.

"You three are going to see Uncle Bones and Aunt Christine tomorrow night. Won't that be fun?"

"Why can we not stay here," Xavier asked.

"Because it is your ko-mekh and I's anniversary. What's the matter, do you not want to go?"

"That is not an issue. I enjoy my time with Doctor McCoy and Nurse Chapel."

Kirk rolled his eyes at Spock over their son's choice of language.

"I was simply curious, sa-mekh. That is all."

"Alright then."

The family all moved into their kitchen. The kids sat at their smaller table next to the "adult" table. T'Lyra and Xavier talked amongst themselves while they waited for Kirk and Spock to cook. T'Para held her bunny under her arm and colored pictures of princesses. Spock put on the blue apron he had worn when Kirk was pregnant. Kirk wrapped his arms around him and kissed him on the neck. He adored when he wore that apron. Spock felt the same as he stared at Kirk in his green wrap shirt. It was his favorite clothing item he owned. He wanted to divest him of it immediately, but could not considering their children were present.

After a while, Kirk announced, "Dinner is served!"

The children's faces (even Xavier's) lit up as the food was placed in front of them.

"Don't go," T'Para said as she clung to Spock's pant leg.

"We must, little one. You will have a good time with Doctor McCoy and Christine."

"Yeah, I guess," she replied as her head dropped a bit.

Kirk walked over to his daughter and kneeled to be at her level.

"We will miss you so very much. Every minute we're gone."

T'Para let her eyes flicker up at him.

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Okay," she said while hugging her bunny tightly.

As if on cue, Christine hit the buzzer on the door. She had candy in her hands, and all of the kids' faces lit up at the sight of it. They may be Spock's children, but they were still five-year olds with illogical wants for sugar. Bones stood behind her with his Southern grin on his face. He loved these kids like they were his grandchildren.

"Sorry, Jim. I told her not to keep bribing 'em."

"They like it. A little candy isn't going to kill them."

"There is a .03% chance of that occurring, t'hy'la."

"Well thank you Mr. Calculator," Bones retorted.

Bones held Christine's hand as they waited for the kids to grab their belongings. He kissed the top of her head, and her cheeks flushed at the contact.

"So, when's the wedding," Kirk teased.

Christine's face even brighter red. Bones looked completely unsettled.

Kirk clapped a hand on his shoulder. "I'm just kidding."

"You're hilarious. Alright you three! Ready to go?"

"Ready," T'Lyra yelled with her war strategy books.

"Ready," T'Para squeaked with her coloring stuff and bunny.

"Ready," Xavier stated with his math homework.

"Is that really what you're bringing, sweetheart," Christine asked Xavier.

"Ko-mekh says knowledge is vital."

"I believe I said that in the context of when you are a student," Spock replied.

"Yeah, come on, kid. Why don't you watch TV with me and your Aunt Christine?"

"That will not progress my education."

"Sure it will! We can watch documentaries. And Christine here will bring you blueberry pie. Good for the brain."

"Perhaps…"

"That sounds logical to me, my son," Spock chimed in.

"Very well."

"Good!"

When the kids followed Christine out, Bones mouthed "not really" to Kirk and Spock. Kirk almost died laughing as he waved goodbye to them.

Kirk had the lights in the bedroom dimmed. There was a glow to him as he spread the luscious rose petals all over the top of the bedspread. Spock strolled in from his shower to find his mate meticulously planting the flowers on the white sheets.

"T'hy'la, what are you doing?"

"Out! Get out," Kirk said playfully. "You weren't supposed to be done yet."

"You aware my showers are efficient and so only take 6.47 minutes."

"Yeah, well, it's been 5.8 minutes."

"Actually, it has been 5.92—"

"Out," Kirk exclaimed again as he pushed his husband out of the bedroom.

Kirk finished with roses, and moved to light some candles on top of the dressers. The wax dripped gently down the sides of the creme colored sticks. He then turned on some soft saxophone music for the background. He left the room to retrieve Spock.

"Okay, I'm ready now, honey."

Spock's lips turned up at how much Kirk was beaming. He hadn't seen him this content in a long while. They loved spending time with the kids, but they hadn't had a break in weeks, so this was nice for them.

Kirk led Spock into the bedroom, threading their fingers together the whole time. Spock moved to kiss the back of Kirk's hand as they got to the door. Spock couldn't see it, but Kirk gave a tiny smile at the gesture. When they arrived, Spock took in the scene before him. His bondmate had gone to so much trouble for their anniversary. He loved him so much.

"Do you like it?"

"I believe I would use a stronger term, Jim."

"So you do?"

"Yes," Spock sighed out. Sometimes, Kirk just did not understand his way with words. It was quite endearing.

Kirk twisted out of Spock's grip so that he could face him. He cupped the sides of his face; running his thumb along the side of his cheek. Spock leaned in to press a feverish kiss onto his Captain's soft lips. Kirk moved his hands down to Spock's shoulders in response. His fingers gripped him with desperation as he moaned out.

Spock caressed the flesh on Kirk's waist; just barely ghosting underneath his shirt. He kneaded the skin until Kirk's hips were rolling against him. Kirk panted as their tongues dueled for dominance. He could feel his lips getting swollen from the constant mashing. He was reveling in it.

Kirk pressed his palm to the Vulcan's chest and pushed him towards the bed. When he was far enough, Spock let himself be thrown back onto the mattress. The rose petals flew up all around him. Kirk thought that was one of the most gorgeous sights he had ever seen. Spock's face was flushed a hue of green (like that day on the Bridge). His ears were still perfect brushstrokes, too. Kirk gripped the blue science shirt and pulled it over his head. He kissed every inch of skin he could find on that perfect form that lay under him. His hands moved up and down Spock's sides to give him something to caress. Kirk was on his knees; his hips rolling against Spock's own waist as he did this.

Spock reached up to thread his fingers through Kirk's hair. His bondmate leaned into his touch and closed his eyes. He sat up straighter, and pulled his shirt off for Spock. He did it slow though; made a show of it. His perfect white smile showed as he gazed upon his husband sprawled out under him, completely vulnerable. Kirk dug his fingers into his scalp and kissed him fiercely.

The Vulcan wrapped his arms around Kirk and rolled them to where the human lay underneath him instead.

"Why, Mr. Spock," Kirk said with a small laugh.

"You are mine."

"Yes," Kirk gasped out as Spock palmed his member through his pants. "All yours."

Spock ripped off Kirk's pants with absolute desperation. He took in the sight of him in his briefs before sliding them down his legs slowly and with absolute tenderness; leaving Kirk wanting for his touch so badly. When he was successful, he made his way to removing his own bottoms. Except for this time, he took the underwear with them in one swoop. They both lay there fully visible to one another. A sight neither of them saw much of anymore with the kids and ship business. They still had alone time, but not like this.

Kirk's face was illuminated by candle light. It made Spock's breath catch to see his bronze skin look so gorgeous. Kirk spread his legs underneath his husband to try and move things along. Spock smiled at this. He kissed a line from Kirk's navel to his member. Those lips wrapped around it and began to blow on it for stimulation. Kirk was gripping the bed post to keep himself somewhat under control. He threw his head back on the pillow and panted. Spock continued this until Kirk came. He couldn't leave him unsatisfied.

After this, Spock scooted farther down the mattress. He bent down, and slid his index finger into Kirk's entrance. Once that stretched, he added another finger, and then another. When Kirk was fully stretched, Spock took out his fingers and reached over to the nightstand for a condom.

"What are you doing?"

"Retrieving birth control."

"Gods… I totally forgot about that. Dammit! Just hurry…okay?"

"I will endeavor to," Spock replied as he rolled the rubber onto his member.

When he was satisfied, Spock splayed one hand on the bedpost, and the other around Kirk's waist for leverage. He pushed in far enough to just barely hit Kirk's prostate.

"Gah…" Kirk moaned out.

"Did I harm you?"

"Quite the opposite, Mr. Spock."

Spock pushed in further, and began to thrust up into Kirk. He moved to once more kiss him as he found a rhythm. Kirk writhed underneath him as he hit his prostate over and over again. Spock let his right hand caress the side of Kirk's head to ensure him that he had him. The left hand remained wrapped around his hip to keep hold. Spock came with a small shout, and pulled out of Kirk gently.

"That was… that was…"

"I agree," Spock panted out. "I shall retrieve towels to clean us. Then we may "cuddle" as I know you find favorable."

"You know me so well, sweetheart," Kirk said as he lay with heavy eyelids and a huge smile.

Spock went into the bathroom. Once there, he noticed something off, and looked down to his member. He immediately walked back into the bedroom.

"Where's the towels?"

"Jim…"

Kirk perked up at Spock's face and tone. He supported himself on his elbows to focus more on the conversation.

"What is it? You look like you saw a ghost in there."

"I did not. However, I have discovered something possibly akin to that in your mindset."

"What on earth happened, Spock?! Just tell me. You're starting to freak me out."

"The birth control device has failed."

Kirk shook his head a bit.

"Can you repeat that?"

"To put it otherwise, the condom broke."

Kirk's eyes blew wide. He fell backwards onto the mattress and put his hands over his eyes.

"Oh, shit."