Chapter 3

Kirk went up to the room where Scotty said to meet him. The door was opened, as Scotty said it would be. He walked inside, thinking it was too quiet. He did not expect to see what he walked into. The room appeared to be a suite, complete with a large hot tub and one king-sized bed with rose petals. In the kitchen area there was a candlelit Italian dinner set for two. He was so confused. Maybe he had the wrong room. After checking his messages from Scotty, he determined he did not. Then he noticed a note on the bed. Perhaps that would explain everything, he thought. He went to pick it up when he heard foot steps and his name being called by Spock.

"Jim?" Spock inquired. "What are you doing here?" He looked around the room. "What is all of this?"

"Not sure," Kirk replied. "I was told this room belonged to Scotty and his friends. What brings you here?"

"Chekov told me he had neglected to inform me of a Starfleet council dinner party in this room. I thought his forgetfulness was a bit out of character."

"Well, maybe this will explain it," Kirk said, holding up the note. "This was on the bed." He folded the piece of paper open and they read it together.

Enjoy this room and dinner on me. You both deserve it. Happy Valentine's Day. –Nyota

"She thought of this after our last conversation," Spock explained, taking it all in. "After the altercation that ultimately lead to the end of our romance." Spock stared off to the side, appearing to be deep in thought.

"What happened?" Kirk asked quietly, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

Spock hesitated a moment before making eye contact with Kirk and explaining. "She told me I deserved to find someone who I sometimes disagreed with, but that I also had a deep understanding of and connection with. I…told her I already had found someone that matched this description. She must have concluded I was referring to you."

Kirk could feel his heart beat at a rapid pace. He took a step closer to Spock. "Was she wrong?" He asked quietly, not wanting to give away the sense of hope that was consuming him.

Spock diverted eye contact, trying to channel as much of his Vulcan side as possible, which he was finding increasingly difficult to do. "No," he whispered quietly, lifting his head up slightly. "She was not wrong."

Kirk could see Spock's cheek turn a faint color of green when he spoke.

"She also said that you would have to feel the same way about me," Spock continued quickly, still looking away from Kirk. "And if you don't, then it seems highly illogical to continue this conversation. "

Kirk inched even closer, closing the space between them. "Who says I don't feel the same way about you?"

Spock finally looked up at Kirk. Seeing the smug smirk he was giving him made him curse everything human about him that allowed him to feel all these emotions that were now flooding him. He looked Kirk straight in the eye. "Do you?" he asked, more vulnerable than he had ever been before, his voice quivering.

"Spock," Kirk whispered, putting a hand behind Spock's head and pulling him in for a kiss. Spock began to relax and sink into the moment.

Their lips broke apart. "I love you, Spock," Kirk admitted. He felt a weight lift inside of him as he did. He was no longer bottling his feeling inside for the sake of uncertainty or bad timing.

Upon hearing Kirk's declaration, Spock grabbed Kirk by his black leather jacket and pulled him towards him so forcefully Kirk was knocked against the wall, all the while their lips pressed together.

When they came up for air Kirk couldn't help but slightly giggle, thrown for a loop at what was happening.

"I must deduce, after searching beyond all logical reason, that I love you too, Jim," Spock said matter-of-factly. He did not need to put any logic or reason to it. He just knew.

Kirk smiled and stared at him. "You are a pain in the ass," he noted. "But hell, this is the happiest I have ever been."

"Emotions are complicated," Spock retorted. "I can also say that you frustrate me immensely at time. But, in this moment," he continued, "you also make make me feel joy."

Kirk took Spock's hands in his. "So what are we going to do?" he asked quietly.

Spock looked over at the table. "I think we should start by having dinner. That is the human custom, is it not?" Kirk nodded and they walked over to the table and sat down.

"And then after can we enjoy the bed and the hot tub?" Kirk asked. Spock could not help but feel warmth inside at Kirk's child-like giddiness.

"We'll discuss that after," Spock replied.

Kirk laughed and stared at Spock. "Happy Valentine's Day, Spock," he said happily.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Jim."