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Hypnagogic

Surprisingly, Kirk was something of an insomniac. Tonight he was in Spock's room, wearing pajamas and asking for, of all things, a bedtime story.

Spock allowed it, however, and started reading from The Hobbit. After ten paragraphs, Kirk's sleep-heavy cranium fell into Spock's lap. The Vulcan looked down, intending to rouse the captain, but before he could move Kirk let out a soft sigh, and a lock of blond hair fell onto the now-peaceful brow.

Spock allowed himself a wistful smile. He put the book down, nestled more comfortably into the couch without disturbing Kirk's repose, and tried to sleep.

Espy

The hearing had not been the first time Spock had seen him. He had been passing through the quad between classes and had spied Kirk running on the green, arms raised as a slim plastic disc fell towards him. Even from the distance Spock could see the blue eyes sparkle in anticipation, focusing on nothing but impending catch. His legs tensed suddenly and he sprang into the air, easily snatching up the Frisbee. The surrounding crowd clapped as he landed.

What had made the sight extraordinary for Spock had been the dazzlingly broad, post-landing grin that spread over Kirk's lips.

Incipient

The relocation to New Vulcan began it. The Enterprise was heading the transport of refugees by shuttle, and Jim and Spock were manning a shuttle together. One of their passengers, a toddler, was whimpering softly.

Before Jim could turn around, Spock was at the boy's side. "Where are your parents?" he asked softly. The boy only shook his head.

Without a word, Spock hoisted the child into his arms. He started to bounce him on his hip, humming a lullaby Jim didn't recognize. Jim's heart melted at the sight, and he turned to the control panel to hide a smile.

Vestige

Jim tore open a chocolate drop and messily popped the whole thing into his mouth. "It's been a long day," he groaned.

Spock raised an eyebrow, observing the spectacle. "And that allows you to ignore table manners?"

Jim made an indignant noise, and a splatter of chocolate flew onto his face. With a disapproving "tsk," Spock leaned across the table to wipe away the offending smudge.

Even under the brief contact Jim's cheek blushed a warm, attractive pink. Spock licked his lips and, without thinking, kissed the flushed skin. To his vague amusement, there was no chocolaty aftertaste at all.

Claque

Sometimes Jim hated being naturally attractive. He was making his way to the Jeffries tubes, this time to meet Spock for lunch. Right before the doors closed, ten bubbly female ensigns piled in, cooing and surrounding him like sharks. By the time the lift made it to the right floor Jim was developing a migraine and having trouble breathing.

Spock, of course, was waiting right outside the lift entrance, eyebrow appropriately raised as Jim struggled out from the mass of girls. Without saying a word, he grabbed Jim's hand, entwined their fingers, and led him away from the now-gaping crowd.

Author's Notes: Oh, you guys, you are all so very wonderful! I checked the traffic stats, and so far Drabbles has 325 hits for this month alone. That's second only to Chess Game! I'm really happy you're loving these little blips as much as you love my regular fictions, and I seriously cannot thank any of you guys enough for it. Hopefully, for the moment, some fluff will suffice.

Thanks again to my darling beta xladyjagsvolleyball16x for doing her usual fantastic work. Next part of the "Very" one-shot series will be realeased this Friday, so stay tuned!

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