Author's Note: I apologize; I have been living in the land of Procrastination for the past couple of days. I feel like I'm apologizing a lot so now I apologize in advance for anymore of these being late. Good, now that's out of the way and we can get to the story. Oh, also, slight one-sided Spirk here, but only if you want to read it that way. Big thanks to CurbItKirby for looking over this.

Chapter Eleven: K

Kissing

Jim watched curiously as Spock . Uhura grinned as she walked by, pulling her hand away from the Vulcan's.

"God, you two; get a room," Jim said, snorting at the almost unnoticeable public-display-of-affection he had just witnessed. Spock cocked an eyebrow at Kirk and Nyota blushed furiously as she made her way back to her station.

"What do you mean? They were barely touching," Sulu said, spinning to face his captain.

"Nyota just ran her fingers along Spock's; on Vulcan that is the equivalent of making out." By the end of Jim's sentence, Uhura was pretending to listen to space chatter and Spock's eyebrow had practically disappeared under his hair, his ears turning a bright green.

Sulu wiggled his eyebrow's suggestively towards his captain while saying, "And how would you know that?"

A shit-eating grin made its way on to Jim's face and he and looked over at Spock.

"Well, it's actually a pretty interesting story. . ."

"Jim," Ambassador Selek said, waving his hand to get Kirk's attention.

"Hey, Sp. . . Ambassador Selek." Jim had to catch himself; though he knew that Selek was really older Spock Starfleet insisted it be classified information.

The two men faced each other with mirroring Vulcan salutes and smiles. The group of Vulcans behind Selek managed to look disgusted and disappointed at the display of emotion without changing their facial expressions.

"Ambassador Selek, we are on a strict schedule and must leave shortly. Please provide the information you promised so we may depart," one of the Vulcans said.

Selek schooled his expression back to the typical stoicism and turned to face the man that had spoken.

"Of course," he said, nodding his head slightly. "This is Captain James T. Kirk of the Starship Enterpirse and I believe he is capable of providing the information you seek."

Jim did his best to keep a straight face as he stuck his hand out, momentarily forgetting that Vulcans don't do handshakes. Selek gently pushed the blonde's arm down and apologized to the group for Jim's ignorance.

"Yeah, sorry guys. I kinda forgot about the whole emotional transference thing," Kirk said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You are a mere human; your mistake is understandable."

Jim cringed inwardly at the subtle insult, but chose to ignore it.

After the young captain had answered the Vulcans questions, they left, promising to contact Selek.

"I just don't get why they hate handshakes so much," Jim started. "I mean, I understand about the touch telepath part, but humans take the time to learn the Vulcan salute, so why can't Vulcans shake hands? Don't they have mental shields or something?"

Selek shook his head in disbelief and grabbed Jim's hand, shaking it.

"Wow, that feels weird; I feel like my hand's tingling." Jim examined his hand after it was released, scrutinizing the places where the old ambassador's fingers had touched it.

"That is because Vulcan's hands are erogenous zones," Selek explained.

"That means. . ."

"Yes, Jim. Vulcans kiss with their hands. Spock did not inform you of this?"

Bones snorted, pointing a finger at Jim.

"You actually kissed a living being and you didn't initiate and you didn't intend on screwing them? I think the world is going to end," he said.

"Not only that," Sulu added. "You kissed an older version of Spock."

The reality of what Sulu said hit Jim like a ton of bricks. He looked over at his first officer who had turned an even brighter shade of green.

"No," Jim said, a smile slowly spreading across his face as he realized something else.

"Bones is right; I didn't kiss Spock, Spock kissed me."

As the entire bridge erupted into laughter, Spock muttered something almost unintelligible; Jim laughed even harder when he heard it.

"How illogical."

Even though he was laughing, Jim was remembering all the times he had accidentally brushed his hand against his first officer's; technically, he had made out with one of his friends and his friend's boyfriend multiple times. The blonde's laugh died off as he began to comprehend why Spock was blushing so furiously.

"Uh, Rand is gonna have my balls on a silver platter if I don't finish my paperwork so, I'll be in the ready room if you need me. Spock, you have the conn." Everyone watched as Jim raced off the bridge in a blur of gold.

That ended up differently than I thought it would. I'm not very good at romance crap and that's not how I intended it, but it seems it turned out that way. Oh well, as long as you enjoyed it. Remember, suggestions are welcome for letters L-V. Live long and prosper.