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Chapter Three
"You're late," Christopher Pike glanced up as his office door slid open.
"My bad," Jim said easily, crossing the room and placing the take away cup on Chris's desk. He flopped onto one of the chairs and smirked at Pike from across the desk.
Pike shook his head and took his coffee. Today he had received a flat white that was still hot so at least Jim hadn't been distracted on his way over. Last time he had been brought a pomegranate milkshake that wasn't as disgusting as it sounded but not something Pike would drink again.
"Heard you had a date with my first officer last night," Pike said and smirked into the rim of the coffee cup as Jim's smile fell from his face.
"How did you know that?" Jim frowned.
"I get suspicious when my usually reliable first officer dismisses me for a game of chess because he has prior engagements," Pike said. "I put two and two together."
"You guessed that Spock had a date with me?" Jim scoffed. An old toy that sat on Pike's desk caught Jim's attention and he recognized it as a rubix cube. The colours were all a mess and so he plucked it off the table and started fiddling with it. "You've been stalking your first officer."
"No, you," Pike retorted without missing a beat. "Nice allergic reaction last night."
Jim's jaw dropped. "You are stalking me!"
Pike rolled his eyes. "Deflate you're ego, son. I was having dinner with my wife last night at San Fran."
Jim slouched in his chair with embarrassment. "Crap."
Pike hid his smirk in his coffee cup again and decided to spare Jim his embarrassment. He took another sip and put his cup down, swallowing before speaking again.
"How's work going? Still enjoying it?" he asked. His eye darted down to the Rubrix cube and then straight back to Jim who didn't seem to notice.
Perking up, Jim nodded. "Yeah. It's great. I love meeting new people every day."
"You've certainly got the gift of the gab," Pike said dryly but with a smile. "So you like working there?"
"Yeah," Jim grinned.
"Then shouldn't you get back before you get fired?" Pike asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Shit," Jim jumped up, tossing the rubix cube back on the desk and he moved swiftly to the door. "See ya next time!" Jim called out over his shoulder and he was out the door.
Pike chuckled, shaking his head. He picked up the rubix cube and turned it slowly over in his hand.
"Shit, Jim," Pike sighed and placed the now completed rubix cube desk. "What am I going to do with you?"
"How was your date last night, Jimmy?" Gaila purred in Jim's ear.
Not yelping in a completely un-manly way Jim jumped away and glared at the Orion woman who only smirked in return.
"How do you know about my date?" Jim huffed, going back to the sandwich he was making up for his latest order.
"Uhura told me because Spock asked her for some dinner date ideas," Gaila said. "He should have come to me. I'm great at dates." She smirked, sliding into Jim's personal space. "So tell me, Jimmy? What's is like doing it with a Vulcan?"
"Gaila, that's private," Jim warned.
Her lips fell into a pout. "You've never been shy before, Jimmy." her pout disappeared as her eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh!"
"No, no oh's," Jim said.
"Jimmy," Gaila whispered excitedly. "Did you just have your first real date?" She clutched his arm tightly, making him dislodge the pumpkin he had been laying on the roll. "You did! Tell me everything."
Jim stopped trying to dislodge her and placed the pumpkin back on the bread. He finished it off with a side salad and picked up the plate, ignoring Gaila.
"Jimmy," Gaila was pouting again. "You can tell me. Come on."
Still ignoring her presence he took out the salad, delivered it to the right table and cleared up some empty tables as he did so. When he was forced to return behind the counter, Gaila was still waiting for him.
"Hey," she said gently, the teasing expression gone and replaced with sincerity. "You know that I more than just sex, Jim. I really do want to hear about how your first date went."
Jim huffed a breath through his lips. "You're worse then Bones."
She smacked his shoulder. "You told Bones before me?"
"He's my best friend," Jim said. "Plus, he had to give me another allergy hypo this morning."
"You had another allergic reaction?" Gaila frowned. Her eyes widened and she bit her green lip. "It happened during dinner, didn't it?"
Jim nodded, unable to voice it out aloud.
"Spock wouldn't have judged you," Gaila said. "It isn't logical to mock something that your body has no control over."
"He didn't mock me," Jim said. "He was great, actually. He walked me home."
Gaila squealed quietly, jumping on the balls of her feet. "That's so romantic! I didn't know Spock had it in him. He's starting to make professor look sexy."
Jim laughed and shook his head.
"Did you kiss?" Gaila asked.
From what he knew about Vulcan's he knew that they were a private species and he wasn't sure if Spock would want Jim spreading around that they kissed. Before Spock Jim had never been taken out on a date. He was the one-night stand man that was kicked out of bed in the morning without so much as breakfast.
Jim hadn't minded so much, he had good friends for a steady, healthy relationship but since he had met Spock he desperately didn't want to screw up what could be potentially the best thing that ever happened to him. He really liked Spock. He didn't make him feel stupid.
At first Spock's large vocabulary had made Jim uneasy and he needed Uhura to translate most of what Spock said in to words that Jim understood but then Spock had adjusted and used words that Jim could decipher – even if it took him a few seconds. But Spock had not talked down to him or made him feel inferior. Not like some people had.
It's what made Jim's crush deepen to more than just Spock's intriguing eyebrows and cute ears.
"It's okay," Gaila said, reading Jim's hesitation. "You don't have to tell me. I know how private Vulcan's are. But, just so you know, I would never blab to people about you and Spock. I know I like to gossip but I could never be malicious."
Jim nodded. "Malicious is mean, right?"
"Right. I would never be mean to you or Spock," Gaia smiled. She pulled Jim into a hug, nuzzling at his neck and he huffed a laugh. Actions were something that Jim could read easily and hugged her back.
He felt and heard Gaila giggle and he pulled back to see her face.
"What?"
"Well, I can tell last night went well given the way Spock is glaring at me right now," Gaila smirked.
Jim looked over his shoulder and found Spock sitting at a table that had a good view of the counter and was definitely glaring in their direction. He grinned at Spock and gave a wave when he untangled Gaila from their hug.
Spock nodded, his glare lessening slightly.
Jim abandoned what he was doing and made his way over to Spock, smiling giddily.
"Hey, Spock," he said when he reached them.
"Jim. You are feeling rested?" Spock asked.
"Yeah, I'm feeling better," Jim nodded. "Bones gave me another allergy hypo this morning."
"I am pleased to hear this," Spock said. "I am confess that am satisfied with your recovery and would like to ask if you will accompany me tonight?"
Jim took a minuet to translate and smiled brightly. "Yeah. We are we going?"
"I believe human custom dictates that it is your turn to now choose what we engage in," Spock said.
"Oh," Jim said, startled. "I um, I've never been on a second date, before. I don't really know what to do."
"I too have never been on a second date," Spock assured Jim. "Whatever you choose will be satisfactory."
"Okay," Jim nodded "How about you pick me up tonight and I'll have thought of something by then."
"Very well," Spock nodded.
"Great! Can I get you something?" Jim asked.
"No, I merely wish to come see you," Spock said.
Jim grinned and valiantly tried to stop the blush forming over his cheeks. "Thanks, Spock."
Spock stood and glanced down at Jim's hands. Hesitantly he brushed his fingers against Jim's in a quick Vulcan kiss before clasping his hands behind his back. "The Orion girl…" Spock said slowly.
"Oh, she's just a friend. Promise," Jim grinned.
Spock nodded and Jim saw some of the tension bleed from Spock's shoulders.
"I shall see you tonight," Spock said. "Have a pleasant day, Jim."
"You too, Spock," Jim grinned and darted forward to give Spock a quick kiss on the cheek, delighting in the way a green flush swept over in it's place. He bit his lip to stop from laughing as Spock walked swiftly out of the café.
He headed behind the counter where Gaila was grinning widely, bouncing on her toes again.
"Know of any good second date places?" he asked.
"Oh, I have the perfect idea," she purred.
"You enjoy the aesthetics of space?" Spock asked from their reclined position on a couple of sun beds, his eyes firmly on the darkened sky.
"Yeah. Space is awesome," Jim sighed. "I'd like to go up there again."
"You've been before?" Spock asked, turning his head to face Jim. He let his eyes roam over Jim's relaxed posture, the strong curve of his muscles that strained as he held them clasped behind his head.
Spock had been surprised when Jim had invited him into his apartment building and instead of taking him into his apartment Jim took him to the stairwell and directed him to the roof. Jim had set up two sun beds with a couple of blankets and a small bedside table with a picnic basket sitting on top. They had enjoyed a small meal (nothing that Jim was allergic to) and had spread out on the sunbeds just gazing at the stars.
"I was born in space," Jim said.
"George Kirk was your father," Spock stated.
Jim shifted, eyes never leaving the stars. "Yeah. I suppose he was for a few seconds."
"I grieve with thee," Spock said.
"Thanks," Jim said quietly. His chewed his lip between his teeth and let out a small sigh. "I think a lot of people were upset that I didn't turn out like him."
"I do not understand," Spock admitted.
"He was this great big hero that saved a whole lot of people," Jim said. "I deliver wrong plates to customers on a good day." He sighed heavily and finally turned his head to face Spock.
Spock was startled to see Jim looking sad.
"I know I'm dumb-"
"Please stop in degrading yourself," Spock snapped, his mouth tightening.
"What?" Jim startled.
Spock lifted himself up, crossing to Jim's sunbed and lowering himself on the edge. Jim moved to accommodate him, placing his hands on his lap and twisting them together.
Spock gently took Jim's hands in his, shuddering at the touch and as well as feeling Jim. He did not like the swirl of selfdoubtnotgoodenough and gently pressed a Vulcan kiss to Jim's fingers.
"You need not 'put yourself down' in my presence," Spock said. "It is illogical to compare yourself and your intellect to others. I do not wish to see you unhappy and in doing so you are only hurting yourself."
He could still feel Jim's self doubt and so he continued.
"I find that your mind is most compatible with mine. It a presence I have never encountered before and I…crave you."
"You like my mind?" Jim asked, eyes going wide. "My mind?"
"Yes, Jim," Spock said patiently. Lifting one hand, Spock caressed Jim's check, fingertips gently swiping over his psi points where Spock felt the thrum of Jim's mind calling out to him. "Vulcan's value the mind when entering a bond with a potential partner. I do no know if you are aware but Vulcan's do not 'date' casually. A bond with another is for life." He dipped his head forward, lips lightly brushing over Jim's.
Jim shuddered beneath him and his hands slowly slid up Spock's arms and wound themselves around his neck, tugging him closer. "Nobody has ever wanted me for my mind."
"To borrow your human vernacular, it is 'their loss'," Spock murmured. "It is the fault of myself for not divulging my particular interest to you sooner. Vulcan's feel emotions more deeply then humans and I have struggled with this my whole life. I have wanted you for four months, nine days and three hours."
Jim chuckled and rubbed their noses together. "I wanted you the second I saw you." And he crashed their lips together.
Spock felt an electric pulse through his body as Jim moaned softly, angling his head for a better angle. Their lips slid together effortlessly and Spock wound his arm around Jim's waist, the other cradling his cheek as he deepened the kiss. He breathed deep through his nose at the first taste of Jim and thoroughly explored Jim's tongue and mouth, the sensation a new and pleasurable experience.
The sound of a comm going off separated them and Spock glared at the offending device as he realized it was his own. He picked up the device, gritting his teeth as he saw it was Captain Pike – a call his could not refuse.
"My apologies," Spock said and he flipped it open. "Spock."
"Spock, Captain Pike here. I apologize for interrupting your evening but we have been called in for an immediate briefing."
"Noted. I will arrive in 17.6 minuets," Spock said. "Spock out."
He closed the comm device and pressed a quick kiss to Jim's lips.
"I walk you out," Jim said, stealing another kiss.
Spock craved to have more of Jim and pulled himself back before he could get caught up in taking more. Instead he helped Jim to his feet, a small smile tugging at his lips as Jim linked their hands together and walked him out, the feeling of happiness emitting from them both.
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