This has nothing to do with the first two chapters. I just really needed to write some fluff because of reasons.
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Chocolate Kisses
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: K
Warnings: Slash, Teeth rotting fluffiness, overly sappiness.
Copyright: Really guys? Really?
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Jim Kirk watched his crew with a big smile as they danced to the festive music pouring from the ship's computers.
To think, a year ago I would have been drunk under the table of some bar he thought watching a slightly tipsy Bones dance with Nyota. He looked over to the now happily married Chekov and Sulu and also smiled at their joy. He watched his crew for a few minutes then smiled one last time and exited the room, not noticing the pair of dark eyes following him out.
Jim walked the halls, whistling merrily. A few of on-duty crew passed by him and he waved wishing them a Merry Christmas and urged them to go get some cookies from the party. He ended up on the observation deck which had been decorated for the holidays by the crew. He righted a few ornaments that had fallen of the tree and sighed, moving to the big glass windows to stare at the passing stars.
Merry Christmas, Dad he thought putting a hand on the glass.
For a brief second, he was enveloped in warmth then just as quickly as it came it was gone. Jim smiled, leaning his forehead on the glass. The 'Swoosh' of the doors opening and the wafting smell of hot chocolate had Jim pulling away and turning. He saw Spock being pushed into the room and heard Nyota's giggle before the doors closed.
"Spock?" Jim asked questioningly, eyebrow rising.
"Captain." The Vulcan said in response blank-faced as ever but Jim could see past that. The normally calm and collected Vulcan looked slightly apprehensive. Before Jim could ask what was wrong, Spick held out the cup of hot chocolate.
"Lieutenant Uhura had remarked that you left the holiday celebration and insisted I bring you some of the refreshments before they were gone.
"Oh," Jim said grinning, and took the cup, fingers brushing softly against Spock's. "Thanks, Hot chocolate's my favorite thing about Christmas."
"Indeed." Spock replied taking a sip of his own drink.
Jim chuckled when the foam left a mustache above Spock's lip.
"What is amusing you, Captain?"
"Jim," Jim said reaching up and wiping the foam off, feeling Spock tense up at the contact. "And you had foam above your lip." He added, taking back his hand and turned to face the tree.
They fell into a comfortable silence which gave Jim time to contemplate the Vulcan. It had been almost a year since Nero. They had lapsed into a somewhat awkward friendship with help from Ambassador Selek aka Old Spock, but they were an amazing command team.
"Cap-Jim," Spock mended at a look from Jim. "There seems to be some kind of plant suspended from the ceiling above us."
"Hmm," Jim looked up and flushed slightly seeing a sprig of mistletoe above them. "Oh, uh, yeah that's-" he began as he turned around but he was cut off as a pair of dry lips, tasting faintly of chocolate, sealed themselves over his. Jim's eyes slipped close and he tilted his head so Spock could have a better angle.
"I am aware of what the plant is Jim. I was merely making you aware of it so we may honor the traditions." The Vulcan said, lips quirking slightly at their tip. Jim stared at him for a few seconds in shock then smiled and leaned in closer till their noses were touching.
"Well, we must always honor traditions." He said with a smirk before leaning and kissing him again.
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