You wonder what it is that James is apologizing for. Oh wait, you're on the ground. You laugh as you reassuringly say, "Don't worry, we either would've ended up here or on the bed!" You then bring James closer for another extremely passionate kiss. It's lustful, too. You have deduced that lust is in fact the correct term for the feeling you've been feeling lately. Right now, at oh ten in the morning is it? Well close enough to it. Right now, sometime between nine and ten in the morning, you're planning on satisfying that lust. You want that damn feeling to be gone at least for a short while so you won't go crazy every time you and James aren't kissing. You grip so tightly onto his mustard yellow shirt you think you might just rip it. But you don't. You just almost rip James' head off as you pull the long sleeved shirt over his head, inching as close as possible to his perfect chest. He pushes you back, though, and seemingly consumed by lust as well, assists you in removing your blue shirt. Well, he rips it over your head, but still helpful. This is all so surreal, it's all happening so fast. What are you even doing? You've no clue. Does he know what's supposed to be going on? You sure hope so as you embrace him for another kiss, all the while unzipping his pants. He stops you, though.
"Spock, what the hell are we doing?"
"I hoped you knew." You really do, you were kind of enjoying the view of his chest, though. You must admit it got awfully strange when you instinctively began to take off James' pants.
He sighs. "I know what we were about to do, Spock, but what were we thinking? Neither of us, at least I assume you haven't, because I sure haven't, have ever done this before, and to top it off we just begun dating like four hours ago! Although I have to admit it was loads of fun announcing to the crew our love, I think both of us would, um, enjoy this more if we didn't do this now." Well what were you about to do? You had no idea, I mean, it's mating season half of you is berserk right now, and all those terrible natural instincts are flooding in.
"I completely trust you in this, James, but what were we about to do?"
"I can't explain that to you, Spock, especially when we're both in the floor half naked together. Thank god nobody walked in-" The two if you, you still atop Kirk, turned towards the door as it creaked open to reveal a short, curly haired young boy.
"Keptin there is- I'm sorry Keptin, I'll leave." You think that Chekov understands this better then you do, as his face immediately turns red and you hear him run away towards the bridge.
"Get off, Spock, I have to go stop him from saying anything, and hopefully we didn't scar him for life." What? You're completely and utterly lost now, and you just lazily roll off of James onto the floor.
"Alright then James." He jumps up, slides his shirt on- there goes the view- and zips and buttons his pants as he blots out the door.
"Put on your shirt and enter the bridge from a different door." Thankfully you can hear him because if your Vulcan hearing, since he's already halfway to the bridge by the time he's finished. You slowly stand and do as he told you to. You pick up your shirt off the floor and shake off all of the dust on it. You turn it right side out and slip it over your head, still contemplating what exactly was about to happen. You assume, mating... Or something close to it, anyway since your natural instincts took over, much too forcefully. You waltz out of the room and head off the opposite direct to loop in a large circle and come in on the other side of the bridge.
You step in the doorway of the bridge to find James sitting in his chair, Chekov at his post, but thoroughly alarmed to see you come in, and Sulu just kind of there. You walk over to James, and squat by his side. "So?" You don't really know what to ask, and generic questions usually have the best chance to give you the answer you want.
"He's fine, the kid's a trooper." That works for you, seems like a fine answer to 'So?'.
"That's good. It's what would be Vulcan mating season, so I believe that's what just about went down in there, yes?"
"Yes."
"I thoroughly apologize, James, it was my damn instincts. Sometimes this whole 'half Vulcan half human' thing gets really hard to deal with." You look at him and he just smiles back.
"It's fine, Spock. I'm just glad for poor Chekov's sake that we ended up stopping where we did, otherwise he'd be a lot worse off then he is." James is lagging quietly at this joke, and you feel it appropriate to bestow a small kiss upon his cheek before standing to leave. You also manage to whisper in his ear.
"I'll be in my room if you want to talk.
