Hey! I know I know I have other shit I should be doing, but I can't stop myself! I must write this fic in which Jim is sototallyAwesome(!) and is able to dance his way (literally) outta/into sticky situations and shit, because he knows how to (wait for it) dance! Yeah. Sorry. I know that was an epic let down, but I couldn't help myself. Then it's obvious that I had to involve Spock, 'cuz, you know. *meaningful looks*

So either way, enjoy this story (a product of the above premises) manned by characters whom I do not own titled, The Five Times Jim Kirk Danced with Someone Else and The One Time He Danced With Spock. Yay! Another long title!

.~*One*~.

Spock found himself in a small bar, which he assumed to be quite popular amongst students as a meeting place for various reasons, primarily socializing.

Nyota had been unnecessarily worried that he would find the pulsating noise and lights disruptive to any sort of conversation, which was what he desired with the bright young attractive female cadet from his linguistics class.

He was attired, he hoped, suitably, in a black button-down collared shirt, and what his co-workers informed him was known as 'a pair of stonewashed Levi's'. They were made of a fascinating blend of materials which merited a full fledged experiment of their own, but currently he was pre-occupied by other thoughts, mainly of Nyota.

There appeared to be a free flow of alcoholic beverages, which young students consumed without inhibition. He marveled at the bravery of a young cadet as she imbibed a lavender coloured liquid in a container that looked like a conical flask and grimaced at the taste, presumably unaware of what the substance was to start with.

He vaguely wondered which alcoholic beverages Nyota indulged in, and if they sold tea here.

Abruptly there was a chorus of cheers and claps as a new song comes on, and a young man with summer-hair breaks away from the pulsing throng pulling a stunning young woman with him, prettier than Nyota. They are both smiling, and both exceedingly attractive, and the man swings the woman with confidence as the crowd clears from the floor, all eyes on them. Some obliging Disk-Jockey focuses the spot-light onto them, and Spock is gone.

The young man is breath-taking, beautiful in a way he is sure all of Vulcan would appreciate. He knows the man. He believes this is Cadet Jim Kirk, whose test scores were so extra-ordinary that they had to be removed in order to maintain a normal grading curve. He has also heard much else about this man, despite the fact that he does not indulge in gossip.

He once attempted to flirt with Nyota, and rollicked in violence when another cadet with the misfortunate nickname of 'Cupcake' offered to defend Nyota, calling him, in effect, a man with minimal intellect and less-than-honorable intent. He, however, never attempted to involve Nyota in the argument, and did what he could to defend her, which left a sour-but-acceptable impression on Nyota.

The man was interesting.

But more than that he was captivating. He was smaller than most in build and girth, yet clearly not incapable of defending himself. His smile was bright and polished and his hair was the indescribable sensation of summer and quite obviously provoked a reaction from Spock which resulted in a somewhat poetic (read: pathetic) description.

Most attractive, however, was the lithe and seductive way he and the girl danced, almost choreographed thought Spock was sure they had only just met.

They swayed and curled (there was no other word for it) around each other, touching and then not, gentle fingers brushing skin and sending a thrill up Spock's spine. He found himself watching and unable to translate the image to words, because it somehow destroyed the sanctity of the motion itself, clean and emotive.

His reaction was wholly inappropriate and in no way meant he indulged in voyeurism; the female had made little to no contribution to his reaction. His latent bisexuality (illogical but undeniable) was something he had come to accept, and this was frankly the first time he had ever been so affected by another male.

Until thus he had been viewing them in almost slow-motion (illogical, but he chose to not comment anymore) and suddenly he caught up, watching the two dance in real-time.

It was stunning. It was truly amazing, both the actual dance and the way in which an entire, mostly unrelated society bonded over something as mundane and skill-less as dancing. Not that he had any right to judge, seeing as he had never before danced in his life. He was unable to describe the awe he felt, as an anthropologist, at seeing this kind of societal bonding. The mood in the bar was jovial as other couples spun out to join the original one, and the attention that had been focused to the centre of the dance floor flickered like a guttering candle.

The song came to an end, not soon after and the cadet gracefully spun his partner out by one arm, grinning and breathing heavily, to much applause and shrill whistling. He found eyes only for the way the cadet drew his partner close and kissed her cheek with his full soft lips, brilliant blue eyes flashing.

The fact that he was so affected resulted in much meditation on his part, but he didn't have much time to think, because Nyota was approaching and he stood to greet her. By the time they sat down, the cadet was gone.

Fascinating…

Uh yeah. Okay sorry it was supposed to be so much more focused on Jim's dancing and shit, and it's not at all like the mini-vid that's been playing in my head for the longest time, but I suppose it's okay because there's Spock and there's Jim and they're both hot, even if it's not for each other. I can work with that…

Uhm, please be nice to this? Yeah. I need encouragement here, and reviews will eventually feed my non-existant ego to a state whence I can write much more satisfying fluff for you all. Like, if you get what I mean… *wriggles eyebrows*

REVIEW!!!

That's a good question, which is usually what adults say if they don't know the answer--David from The Martian Child, which is an AZZKIKR movie because it distracted me and stopped me from crying for a blessed one and a half hours.

Love,
Lady Merlin

Oh and the song which is playing is either Remedy by Little Boots or Evacuate the Dancefloor by Cascada. I own neither.