"Hey, Spock," a voice called from across the room, grinning.
"Jim, I am quite busy," he replied simply, "we will talk to each other later."
"Busy with what?" the young captain asked impatiently, coming over and sitting beside him.
Spock stared directly at him, making him quite uncomfortable. "I am busy."
"Spock, it's really awkward when you stare into my soul like that," he chuckled with a smile that quickly disappeared. "You're shaking like mad. What's wrong?"
This is when Spock noticed how perfect Jim's eyes were. They were blue, but not the common baby blue or gray. They were a stunning ice-blue; the kind of blue that reminded him of the lake that he and his mother would visit as a child. The waters had always given him a sense of comfort and serenity, and he had always enjoyed it, even if he went simply to meditate.
"Jim...may we speak in private?" he requested.
"Of course." The pair walked outside of the room, Spock still shivering.
"I have been contemplating this decision for weeks now. I have tried to hold back my human emotion, but I simply cannot in this situation..." His voice trailed off. He was clearly terrified of what he was going to say.
He lowered himself on one knee, holding a glimmering, beautifully engraved ring.
"Will you -"
"Yes. Of course I will. Hell, yes." Their lips pressed together in a fierce human kiss, while two fingers stroked the back of Spock's hand.
When the two lovers finally pulled apart, Spock uttered, "I love you, ashayam."
"I love you, too, you pointy-eared devil."