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The 225th time Spock saw Jim, he was standing with one of the students from his classes. He had often seen the two together around campus. It was popular belief that the two were in an 'open' relationship. Spock felt a tightening in his side at the thought. He knew it wasn't the case, Jim had told him as much. However, he was an incredibly aesthetically pleasing being, not to mention his intelligence. It wouldn't be long before someone did catch his attention.
"Spock? Earth to Spock, are you in there?" Nyota waved her hand in front of his face. He blinked and refocused on the woman beside him.
Tall, dark and absolutely gorgeous, Nyota Uhura looked stunning. Tonight, dressed in a form fitting red dress, she was the belle of the ball. A manicured hand brushed her straight black locks behind her ear. Every male, available or not, drooled at the sight of her.
"You aren't planning on spending the whole night by the drinks, are you Spock?" The object of his distraction walked up to them and grabbed a cocktail. Jim looked Nyota up and down and smirked, drawing on his 'asshole' persona.
"Damn, aren't you a gorgeous thing. Name's Jim." He drowned his drink in one gulp and placed the empty glass back on the table. His friend, Leonard McCoy, slapped him on the back of the head. Jim flinched minutely and when Spock drew a breath his scent was... it made Spock want to hit someone. Repetitively.
"I am sorry, ma'am. This here boy's an idiot. Unfortunately, it's terminal." McCoy offered Nyota his hand.
"Leonard McCoy." Spock watched as Nyota looked him up and down before shaking the outstretched limb.
"Nyota Uhura, a pleasure." She smiled, a slow seductive sort of thing and Spock felt distantly sorry for the man. Nyota was a fierce, determined young woman with an exceptional intelligence. McCoy was in for quite the evening.
"James, perhaps you should try to inhibit the amount of alcohol you imbibe. I have noticed a certain correlation between the level of intoxication and actions which Humans find embarrassing when they recall them. If they recall them." Jim looked up at him, eyes cautious yet fond. An interesting, if not slightly illogical mix.
"I was only having one drink tonight. Gotta be up early tomorrow." He shifted slightly and rubbed the palms of his hands against the navy blue dress pants. He glanced up and back down, a behaviour Spock had gotten used to from the Humans around him. It appeared that, whatever he may try, he was simply too Vulcan to truly put them at ease.
"You look good." Spock was fairly certain his left eyebrow was about ready to reach his hairline. It took a special sort of person to find traditional Vulcan robes an attractive form of dress.
"Jim, Jim, you are coming to our place for the vinter festiwities, yes?" Pavel came dashing over and skid slightly on the polished ballroom floors. He smiled up at Jim, apparently not sensing the turmoil radiating off Jim.
"Ah, actually Pav, I can't make it. I have to visit family. Maybe next time?" Jim was fidgeting again, that same smell wafting from him. The excitement drained from Pavel's face.
"Oh. I- yes." Spock looked between the two awkward Humans.
"Perhaps a camping trip could be organised for the break in April?" Both looked up at him with hopeful expressions. They shared a glance and began to smile, nodding their assent.
After a detailed discussion on the merits of camping, which apparently was invented in Russia, Pavel ran off to find one of his friends and Spock finally had the opportunity to lead Jim outside for a more private conversation.
Jim's scent had been bothering him all night. Normally, he smelt good enough to eat. Although hard at first, Spock had trained himself not to react to the mouth watering scent. It was simply something Spock attributed to his omega makeup and never gave much thought to. Jim was the only omega he had ever met. It would stand to good reason that Spock would find him attractive, for that fact alone.
However, tonight it was different. Whenever someone touched him, Jim would freeze or flinch away and his scent would change. It was no secret that Vulcan's were protective to the point of possessiveness. Mates were precious for many reasons. It was one of the more savage remnants of their culture.
Jim's scent tonight urged forth the fire in Spock's blood. Even now, he smouldered with the need to protect and claim.
"James, may I enquire about the reason for your absence over the holiday period?" Now alone and outside, Jim's usual heady scent filtered through Spock's system. He stepped back and rested against the stone railing.
"Only if you call me Jim." The automatic response was a little shaky. Spock watched a drop of perspiration roll down the tawny length of Jim's throat and under his collar.
"Jim." Spock breathed as he took a step closer. Their eyes met and held. Jim's pupils gradually dilated until only a small ring of blue remained.
"I, um, I-" Jim swallowed and pushed his body closer. From where he stood, barely an inch of space separating them, Spock could feel the heat emanating from Jim's body. He leaned down and nuzzled at Jim's temple, earning a whine and a shiver of delight.
"Secret. I need to... keep... my secret." Spock could hardly concentrate on Jim's words but when they did register, he jumped back. Jim keened and tried to move closer.
"You are going into heat." The words seemed to clear Jim's mind and he glanced sheepishly at Spock.
"I'm sorry. It should have started in three days. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. I couldn't- Don't hate me." Jim tried to move closer, thought better of it and took a few steps back. He seemed torn between looking at Spock and avoiding him altogether.
"James, I could not. It is an... automatic response. I am partially responsible." They stood in silence for a few moments. Spock could not think of anything he could say to comfort Jim.
"Perhaps it would be prudent to leave early. I know the situation in Iowa is not ideal to return to. If I may ask, where are you planning on staying?"
"My parents bought a cottage in Sonoma Valley. It's not too far and it's private and mum never uses the place." Spock nodded. It was close enough that if anything happened, Spock could get there in no time.
"I'll just go now. Say goodbye to Pavel and Bones for me." Jim's smile was shaky. Spock wanted to hold him close and never let go. Instead, he watched as Jim's form moved through the crowd, careful to avoid contact. No one else paid much attention as he slipped into the night.
Eventually Spock noticed Nyota standing beside him.
"You really like him." She watched as couples swayed t the festive music. Spock spotted Pavel surrounded by a league of women, 'Scotty' with an alien named Keenser and Leonard 'Bones' McCoy walking their way with two alcoholic beverages and a glass of water. He thought of Jim and his quick smiles and pleasing laugh. The night seemed like it was missing something, without Jim.
Spock did not think he 'really liked' Jim.
He loved the illogical Human.
