Heys everyone! I still don't own anything. I'll let you know when I do, yeah? *rolls eyes*
Also, I'm sorry about the thing I wrote in the last chapter. I realised I came across as a bitch and it wasn't intentional. I know I have no right to demand reviews, despite the fact that I desperately want them for reassurance and stuff. So, yeah. I'm sorry. *looks down*
I'm also sorry for delaying this chapter so much. Life's a bitch, and chapter five has been rewritten six (FUCKIN' SIX!) times so far. Chapter four (which is this one) has been rewritten twice, so yeah. Yeah. REVIEW!!! *innocent look*
.~*Four*~.
It's Lt. Sulu's birthday, and Jim had organized a party on the ship. He invited everyone. Spock was initially doubtful Jim would be able to pull off such a feat, actively involving all 427 members of the Enterprise crew.
Spock doubts no longer.
Jim made an announcement that he was sorry they couldn't all be invited but spent a substantial amount of money sending each and every crew-member celebratory delicacies of no nutritional value what-so-ever. Spock was vaguely suspicious of this achievement because Starfleet had limited the amount of cake to be replicated per day to prevent precisely this occurrence. Spock knows better than to say anything.
When he asked Jim why he spent all that money on someone else's birthday he replied that there was nothing much he wanted to spend it on except his friends and the Enterprise, then looked embarrassed as if it was something to be ashamed of. Spock found this endearing. He had given up trying to convince himself that he did not feel, especially in relation to one amazing Jim Kirk.
The party (which Nyota had convinced (read: conned/blackmailed/threatened private parts) him to attend) was primarily for the bridge and senior crew, and the people they invited. It was being held in one of the Observation decks, which Jim and a few others had spent three lunches decorating, before McCoy had stomped in, gripped a resigned Jim off by the ear, and stomped out to make him eat something, much to the amusement of everyone else in the room.
Spock did not feel guilty in the least that he had been McCoy's informant. Jim Kirk did not know what was good for him and if he did, did not seem to care.
.~*~.
Cue: dramatic transformation of the plain observatory into a bar like environment, inclusive of masses of streamers, confetti, balloons etc. In short, a place worth throwing a party in (to quote a certain CMO).
.~*~.
The party began at 1830 sharp. Or at least, people began streaming in, bearing presents for Sulu (who appeared to be so happy, he was unable to speak). It wasn't just the seven of the command crew who had been invited. Jim had asked 'what kind of party would that be' and Spock didn't understand it until the music came on and the lights went off.
The song was not one he could identify but Nyota informed him that it was a category of dance music called House music. It was… enjoyable. There were no unpleasant guitars solos and vocals in the background. Instead the music seemed to be characterized by smooth digitally enhanced music, with much emphasis on drums and other percussion.
By the time he had completed his analysis his tea had gone cold and the politely mingling crowd afore him had morphed into a loud rhythmically pulsating entity. He could almost imagine how easy it would be to lose himself in there. It would be pleasant, to be someone else (that Jim could love) in the darkness where nothing was expected of him. He suddenly understood the appeal of this concept. Almost magically, Nyota approached, demanding that he join her there and then.
He refused. It didn't make a difference. She grabbed him in such a way that if he pulled away he would break her wrist. Clever (but cunning) Nyota.
He had no clue how to dance. He had never done this dance in his life. Never even considered trying it in the privacy of his room; it was so ridiculous. The sudden presence of a hundred other minds touching his mind through his standard issues science shirt was agonizing before he could acclimatize. But once he dulled his psi-abilities there was less meaning to each brush across his fingers and back and neck as people danced around him.
He observed. Many of them were inebriated. There would be no harm in trying, and even if he were caught he could blame it on Nyota and no one would suspect a thing because no one argued with Nyota.
The dance consisted of mainly swaying and… that was about it. Spock could discern no pattern to the madness of this activity, and the constant physical contact on his dulled psych (akin to knocks on a door) coupled with the loud music and his utter inability to do this were wearing on his control.
Then a sudden touch of a mind that was so familiar to his, that it came in, and it came home; Jim, and he (his control) was gone. He spun in the direction Jim stood. Nevermind that in the darkness punctuated by bright light he couldn't see anything, he knew it was Jim. And in the flashes of light he could see Jim's stunning blue eyes sparkling clearer than the cerulean oceans.
To his disbelieving eyes, Jim began dancing. There was nothing vulgar in the way Jim moved, sensuous and slow, delicious. His hips, and his sweet lips…
In his mind, Spock could just imagine what it would feel like if Jim were dancing with him. If Jim were touching him, instead of that female he was dancing with now. As Spock moved a small distance away, he retreated into his mind, into a dream he had seen a hundred times over.
Jim suddenly looked at him, and his gaze drew Spock from his mind. He grinned at him, and mouthed 'what's up?' at Spock, in typical Kirkian fashion. Spock shook his head, somewhat amused and somewhat aroused.
Spock hoped Jim would be unable to see the sweet, private revelation spreading through his eyes as he opened his mind to Jim's way of doing things. Then he remembered that Jim would be unable to see in the dark as well as he could.
A delicate (female, Caucasian, approximately twenty-five) hand gripped Jim on the shoulder and Spock tensed (which would have to be analysed). Jim spun and followed the beautiful un-identified female (which was strange because Spock, like Jim, knew everyone aboard), looking back to flash him a brilliant grin in the darkness.
That grin kept him occupied and he did not remember how he got back to his quarters. It also managed to keep him awake. More than the grin, which set his heart pounding, was the dark secret emotion in Jims eyes, and for the first time in a long time since he became close to Jim, he felt hope.
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Well? I'm so scared it's fucking OOC and oh fuck! Please re-assure me?! Please? PLEASE? Uh, consider it to be a man in love! Oh I'm scared! Please review?
Uh, also please let me know if it seems disjointed at any point, because I rewrote it in between to make it less OOC. At first Jim danced with Spock, like smexy-danced n'everything. *coughs* Yeah.
My heart is at your service—Shakespeare
Love,
Lady Merlin