Pairing: Kirk/Spock

Ratings: from K to M, it depends on the drabble/story

Genres: AU/AR, romance, sci-fi, drama, humour, family, friendship, hurt/comfort, angst

Notes: This is a collection of drabbles/short stories with the main focus on K/S. I will be experimenting with genderbending, using always a girl!Kirk and possibly always a girl!Spock, or a actual genderbending; male-gone-female. It's different from story to story.

A general warning for the whole story is that English is not my first language, so there will be typos and grammar errors. I apologize. Also, I don't own Star Trek, nor do I make any profit off of this. It's all for fun and creativity.

A/N: The end of "Hello Star" :)

Enjoy!

Hello Star, part 4 (FINAL)

It had been almost two weeks since 'The Resolution', as she's come to call it, and Jamie is quite eager to accept the invitation to Bones' quarters for a few glasses of that nice amber liquid over the newest edition of a medical journal and a few laughs. They're in the mess when making these plans, seated together with Scotty and Sulu (which, by default, meant Chekov had been tagged along as well, much to the kid's delight).

"It's your day off tomorrow, and you're gonna do drunken research to celebrate?" Sulu interjected, leaning forward and staring at the pair of them like he was missing something. Bones rolled his eyes as Jamie broke out into laughter (not giggles; she just had a rather light voice, okay?).

"Well, not the usual kind, right Bones? We don't always study anatomy on my dates," she said with a wink, grinning as Scotty's ears turned bright red and Sulu choked on his drink.

"Date?" Chekov repeated, uncertainly, and she almost rolled her eyes. Bones beat her to it.

"Don't listen to her kid. And would you pass the salt, Scotty? Stop staring for Christ's sake!"

Well, that seemed to snap most of them out of their stupor. Jamie shook her head, grinning. The rumors that had spread about her close friendship with the older doctor back in their Academy days (not so long ago, she muses, suppressing the weird feeling that always manifested at the thought) had been quite creative, and she wondered if they would be following them out in space too. In these past two weeks, it seemed likely.

Apparently, crossing out Spock on her list of people that were Fun to Flirt With resulted only in increasing her touchy-feely self among the others. She thinks she might've broken something in his mind when she kissed Bones soundly on the cheek for delivering the heavenly hypo that stopped that horrid allergic reaction she'd had from that damn plant in the labs several days ago. Kisses, between them, were for drunken affections and annoying teasing only. Not sincere gratitude.

She even caught herself leaning forward to smile, tilt her head, and add another blink when talking to Komack of all people. Even though his flustered reaction (pulling at his collar, glaring) had been the most amusing thing she'd seen since Sulu, in a bout of embarrassed clumsiness, spilt a whole tray of some plant's phlegm samples on Uhura who'd come to take a look at the newest addition in the botanic gardens, Jamie didn't think that her First Officer had been all that amused by it. He'd gone rather stiff by her side, and damn it, but it was hard to keep her distance. Although there were no longer and subtle brushes along his arm, or lingering smiles and teasing winks, sometimes he stood so close and looked so confused it hadn't taken her long to realize he noticed the change. How could he not? He was, sometimes, too observant for his own good, she thinks. And it makes her feel even worse; she knows he deserves an explanation because he's still her friend, and they still play chess and bicker and discuss warp field mechanics.

She just hasn't worked up the courage yet, and she doesn't even know what she's afraid of. Maybe, she comes to realize as Spock meets up with her as she leaves the mess with a quick to Bones and the others, maybe she's afraid he'll observe something she doesn't want him to see.

Because it hurts more than it should, and feels more like a betrayal, to cancel their chess game tonight because Bones invited her for a few glasses of brandy on a whim.

"I'm sorry, Spock," she says, not quite meeting his eyes. "Another time?"

He shifts where they stand outside her quarters, arms flexing and alluding to a tighter grip of his hands behind his back. She winces, forcing herself to finally meet his heavy gaze and smile. His eyebrows are drawn together in a frown, and she gets the impression his ears (so tempting to lick, and bite) are flattened against his scull in some form of emotional distress. She can't quite tell what form, but his eyes are dark (so expressive) and the expanse of his wide shoulders (perfect to hang on to) are stiff in some form of determination. She really needs to stop observing him like he's going to be her next partner to warm her bed, because hewasn't, dammit!

"If I have offended or displeased you in any way, Jamie, I would be much obliged with you would share this so I may make amends."

Oh.

Holy balls.

He'd said her name, just like that, without prompting. And she's such an ass; she should've had this conversation directly after that confrontation about Chekov. What did it matter if she let something slip? Spock could handle it, and she most certainly could, right? Right, well, regardless, they were not doing this out in the open.

"Let's go inside, Spock," she said, after taking a deep breath. Turning, she quickly keyed in the opening sequence and stepped inside, not waiting for his reaction, and quickly made her way to her desk. Sprawling in the chair, she looked up and Spock and grimaced. "Sit."

Promptly, he did, and she thinks she's never seen him this nervous. But the stubborn set of his shoulders were still present, even if he might've been wringing his hands a bit.

"You've done nothing wrong, Spock, the fault lies with me," she begins, holding up a hand to prevent an interruption. He snapped his mouth shut and nodded, indicating he understood. She smiled. "I have treated you like my other friends, and this has caused trouble I didn't mean for. I flirt, Spock. I touch and feel without giving it a conscious thought and this sets some people off. For Uhura, this part of me was offensive. For Chekov, it's misleading. For you…it's intruding. And I'm sorry, Spock. When I realized this I…stopped. It was nothing you did, it's not because I think any less of you, but rather the other way around. Okay?"

She waited, not realizing she was holding her breath until her lungs started to burn. Silence. Spock was staring at his hands, eyebrows titled into a frown. For a few moments, she thought he might simply stand and leave, but he finally looked up and something about his eyes made her freeze.

"It…was never intrusive. It seems to have been more misleading, as with the Ensign. I…apologize. I will…take my leave, Captain. I wish you a pleasant evening."

He was standing, and before she knew it, she's launched herself across the desk and firmly gripped his wrist. She would not be able to hold him with force, but the surprise was enough to keep him still for a few moments. It was all she needed, hopefully.

"What do you mean by that Spock? Don't you dare run!"

He didn't; staring at her hand around his wrist with an unfamiliar intensity. She wondered if any of her feelings were seeping through; she could sense her heart clapping hard in her chest in startled confusion.

"You stated that you were simply treating me as any one of your friends, Captain. I was under the wrong assumption that you…were expressing a…different kind of interest, in me. I…." He trailed off, cheeks and ears flushed a light green and Jamie could feel her breath hitch and stomach flipping dangerously.

"You…seem disappointed. But…what about Uhura? It's natural to be attracted to people aside from your partner, Spock, if that's the problem it's all right, I understand, but…"

He titled his head. "What of the Lieutenant?"

"Your girlfriend," she pointed out, frowning as she wondered if maybe he wasn't as monogamous as she'd thought. His eyes widened, and as she felt his hand flex she realized she hadn't released his wrist yet. And Spock hadn't removed her grips, either.

"The Lieutenant and I ended our romantic relationship shortly after the mission's start. We remain friends. You did not know?"

She quickly came to the conclusion that she needed to sit down, and as she slowly sunk back into her seat she released his warm wrist and blinked, dumbly.

"Um, no?" she began, shaking her head. "But she was acting like the proper scorned lover whenever I got too close to you, and…."

She trailed off as Spock slid around the desk to stand close, looking down at her with an unreadable expression on his face. "Although the decision to part ways was mutual, Nyota has remained rather illogically protective. I have attempted to assure her you are not what rumors make you out to be, and it would be illogical to assume such without any substantial evidence, but she refuses to 'back down' until she has 'seen it with her own eyes'."

Jamie thinks he might've broken something in her with that little speech, but she didn't really care, because right now she was more concerned with kissing those lips that were so close, once she had stood up.

Spock remained still for perhaps a heartbeat or two (shock, she gathered, and probably with good reason. She moved fast when she was on a mission), before her nudging tongue was met with his own (and everything was right with the world, because she's never shared a kiss like this, and the simple fact that it was Spock was so awesome in itself she didn't quite knew what to do with herself, so she simply moaned, and let him deepen the kiss further).

"Wow," she whispered against his lips once he broke away to allow them to breathe. His breath was hot against her skin as he answered with a quiet "Indeed". They stood still for a few moments; breathing each other's air, with her hands buried in his silken hair, standing on her tip-topes, and Spock's arms resting around her waist with warm hands cradling her arched back. As a dull ache began to form in her feet from trying to reach Spock's height, Jamie let herself sink back to the floor and she didn't even bother to suppress the giggle that bubbled up from somewhere deep inside.

"Well, this was rather fast and unexpected," she remarked, grinning at the raised brow she got in return.

"Since it would seem that perhaps I was not faulty in my observation that you harbored a different kind of interest in me compared to others, and you have been properly informed of my availability, it does not seem so 'fast and unexpected', as you say," was his reply, and she couldn't help but steal a quick kiss; pressing soft lips against his swollen ones (she can be nice and bite, should the situation call for it) before pulling away.

"Really? How d'you figure?" His eyes didn't leave her mouth as she spoke, continuing to observe them even as he tried to explain. "We have engaged in interactions of those seeking romantic interest for approximately 2.3 months, and as such, a conclusion of this nature is…logical."

And highly anticipated, she wanted to add in an imitation of his calm, serious voice but he was leaning in and capturing her lips before they could part. She was quite content to leave it at that, because she thinks she's starting to see stars as she's pushed up on her desk and Spock's warm body slips in between her legs. A hitch of breath breaks the kiss, Spock's hips pushing against her and making her head drop back and her body arch in search for more.

"Hello star," she whispers in his ear later, kissing the tip, because he's heat and bright flame in her arms and somewhere along the way, lights are on 10%, and he's the only thing in sight. Apparently, 2.3 months were enough foreplay and she can't help but agree.

END

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