A.N. Who wants to see a flustered Spock? I know I do.

Dresses

Spock walks briskly through the pristine, metallic corridors of the USS Enterprise, his usual composed demeanor intact. As he rounds a corner, he catches sight of Jamie, standing near the turbolift. Today she had chosen to wear her yellow dress uniform, accentuating her figure. A subtle flicker of surprise crosses Spock's otherwise stoic expression. He raises one eyebrow, a hallmark of his curiosity and mild perplexity.

"Spock! There you are. I was hoping to catch you before the staff briefing." Jamie smiles, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She steps closer, her dress swishing gently with her movements. For a moment, Spock is at a loss for words, an unusual occurrence for the typically articulate Vulcan. He feels a strange warmth in his cheeks, a phenomenon he quickly attributes to a minor fluctuation in the environmental controls. Spock straightens, clasping his hands behind his back in an attempt to regain his composure. "I want to ensure everything is in place before I head off on personal leave."

Personal leave she requested two years in advance for a wedding. McCoy and Scotty had been invited too but only Jamie was heading down Starbase Yorktown before them.

"Shall we head to the meeting Jamie?"

As they walk side by side, he finds his thoughts unusually preoccupied with the sway of Jamie's dress and the elegance with which she carries herself. "Fascinating."

"Sorry? Did you say something?"

Spock clears his throat, regaining his typically unflappable demeanor. "I did not mention anything of importance."

Spock enters his quarters a few hours later the door hissing shut behind him. The room is dimly lit, designed to facilitate his meditation. He sits on the mat in the center of the room, crossing his legs and closing his eyes, striving to regain his equilibrium.

He takes a deep breath, trying to purge the vivid image of Jamie from his mind. Yet, the softness of her voice, the grace of her movements, the way her dress clung to her figure—they persist.

"Captain ... on deck?"

Spock is currently seated in the captain's chair and he has no clue why Sulu stumbled over his wording ... that is until he sees Jamie for himself. He has to grip the arm of the chair.

Jamie offers a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with affection. Spock's gaze lingers on her a moment longer than necessary, his thoughts becoming uncharacteristically scattered he takes a measured breath, feeling his pulse quicken, a sensation he is unaccustomed to. Her hair is down again and she's wearing a short navy dress similar in style to the one he saw her wearing the night of her fifth-year celebration party.

"Don't mind me. But I had to check in one last time. I'm about to leave for the transporter room now." Jamie began. "Just seeing if there was anything I needed to do before I left."

"Everything is present and accounted for Jamie. If there is anything that requires your attention unless it is urgent I will put it aside for your return. Please go enjoy your personal leave. I believe your friend is waiting for you."

"Galia will be mad if I'm late. OK, I'm off, keep my ship in one piece for me."

Jamie disappears back down the turbolift.

"The Captain sure is looking beautiful -" Spock glares at Chekov in warning, who raises his hands defensively. "Just saying, Commander. You are one lucky Vulcan."

Spock hears Sulu chuckle and mutter, "That he is."

"Back to work everyone."

The bridge had fallen silent after his command. Now once more, Spock retreats to his quarters after his shift is over. He sits before his meditation candles, the soft flickering light dancing across his face. His hands form the steepled gesture of contemplation, but his mind is not at ease.

He takes several deep breaths, attempting to center his thoughts. Yet, Jamie's image remains, the colors of her dresses, the warmth of her smile, and the melody of her voice, all creating chaos within his ordered mind.

He rises from his mat and paces the room. Attraction, and desire—concepts he understands intellectually but rarely experiences with such intensity.

"It is only logical, she is my T'hy'la."

He had known these thoughts before ... but that was when they were mere Captain and First Officer. He had been able to clear his mind then. But now that they were courting. They had shared a Vulcan Kiss. These feelings - feeling a mix of frustration and longing - were becoming more regular specifically every time he saw her in a dress.

Spock stood tall and composed in the transporter room, awaiting the arrival of Jamie. The transporter beam shimmered and solidified, revealing Jamie in a flowing mauve bridesmaid dress. The delicate fabric accentuated her grace, and her smile upon seeing him warmed the cold, logical chambers of his heart.

"Captain," Spock greeted her with a nod, the slightest hint of warmth in his tone.

"Commander Spock," she replied, her eyes twinkling with a mix of joy and exhaustion. "I didn't know you'd be waiting for me."

"You requested to beam up alone. I wondered why. Did you not enjoy the wedding?"

"It was good to see Galia again. But I'm now exhausted from the last couple of days. It's been non-stop since the hen party."

They walked side by side through the corridors of the starship, the familiar hum of the engines providing a comforting background noise. As they neared her quarters, Spock felt a growing tension within him, an emotional storm he had been recently struggling to keep at bay.

They reached Jamie's door, and she turned to face him. "Thank you, for coming to get me, Spock. For keeping the ship in one piece for me. For being a confidant, just everything."

His control slipped. The next moment, his lips were on hers in a sudden, passionate kiss. The logical part of his mind protested, but the bond they shared surged with emotion, drowning out all reason. When they broke apart, their foreheads touched, breaths mingling, hands meeting in a delicate Vulcan kiss.

Spock felt a powerful wave of desire through the bond and could not determine whether it originated from him or Jamie. It was a swirling, intense sensation that left him momentarily disoriented.

"Spock," Jamie whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I… I'd like to wait a little longer. I've rushed into things in the past and…"

He gently pressed his fingers against hers, feeling the warmth of her skin. "Your wish is my command, Jamie. I will respect your decision."

She smiled, relief and affection shining in her eyes, she kissed his cheek, "Thank you, Spock."

Spock inclined his head, drawing on every ounce of his discipline to step back. "Goodnight, Jamie."

"Goodnight, Spock."

As the door closed behind her, Spock stood for a moment, struggling to regain his composure. The emotional intensity of the kiss and the bond left him shaken. He made his way to his quarters with measured steps, each one feeling heavier than the last. Once inside, Spock sat on the floor, assuming a meditative pose. He closed his eyes, seeking the calm center within himself. The desire he had felt, the emotions coursing through him, were unlike anything he had ever experienced.

He focused on his breathing, the familiar rhythms of his meditation bringing a semblance of peace. But the bond with Jamie, the connection that pulsed with shared emotions, remained ever-present, a reminder of the depth of his feelings for her.

As he meditated, Spock knew that his journey with Jamie was just beginning. And while the path was uncertain, he found solace in the bond they shared, and in the knowledge that they would face it together, one step at a time.