Exhilaration
(noun) a feeling of excitement, happiness, or elation.
Today, is the day.
Today is the day that James Tiberius Kirk is going to propose to Spock.
He had been planning it out for months; Jim is going to wait until they are alone, after shift of course. He is going to get down on one knee, give his long ass speech, and bring out the simple thin banded ring that is perfect for Spock. Bones even agreed, which surprised him.
But, of course, that is not how it went down. Because he is James Tiberius Kirk, and life never goes the way he plans it.
Before it's even close to the end of their day, Spock just has to go and do something that is so amazingly perfect, and wonderful, that the words just drop from his mouth without his say so and in front of everyone, to boot.
"Marry me." The words spill from his lips, and its like the world has stopped. Everyone has turned to stare at him, he knows, but he finds that he could care less.
"What." Spock says—no question in his voice, and his eyes have widened involuntarily.
"Marry me, Spock." Jim answers, walking to him. "I love you, and want to spend the rest of my life with you. So—marry me, Spock." Jim breathes, the words full of hope and love and exhilaration.
He holds his breath while waiting for his answer, tongue darting out to wet his lips nervously.
"Yes, Jim." Spock answers after a long moment. "Yes."
Jim grins and surges forward, crushing their lips together. Even though it didn't go as planned, and Jim doesn't have the ring on him, it couldn't have gone better—and he couldn't be happier.
So sharing your car with your teenage cousin really sucks because they use your gas. Ugh.
I'm off to sleep now, goodnight, thanks for reading, and as ever let me know what you think!