Title: Vulcan Kisses
Author: Keira Marcos
Big Short Prompt: Kiss
Fandom: Star Trek: AOS
Genre: Established Relationship
Word Count: 850
Warnings: No beta
Summary: Jim was the luckiest of men.
The first time Jim woke to find his fingers tangled with Spock’s, they were in the medbay, and he was recovering from a plasma burn he’d earned himself in engineering. Spock had lectured him, in a quiet and intense fashion, about the Captain’s place on a starship. Jim had just smiled at him. He couldn’t help it—it was so novel having someone, besides Bones, to care about him. Spock’s eyes had gone all dark and serious as Jim had rubbed his thumb purposefully across his palm.
He didn’t know how he’d stumbled into a relationship with someone so opposite to him, but Jim counted himself to be the luckiest of men. It was obvious plenty of people on the ship didn’t think he had it in him to be faithful. He had a reputation that proceeded him, and maybe he’d earned it, but no one really understood what it was like with Spock and what it was like for Jim to be caught up in the intense fire of a Vulcan’s love.
A few times even at Starfleet Headquarters, Jim had been forced to deal with disbelief and sometimes disdain regarding his interspecies relationship with another male. Some weren’t quite as enlightened as they liked to pretend. But somewhere along the way, James T. Kirk had learned patience, so he played political games and when they crossed the line with him—he ruined them quietly and with all the sincerity of a man who’d set the universe on fire to keep the love he’d been gifted with.
The second time Spock woke him with the mingling of their fingers, the Vulcan’s skin was burning, and Jim knew that pon farr was upon them. It wasn’t what he’d expected, and perhaps, when he thought back on it, it wasn’t what Spock had anticipated either. The sex part was there, of course, but it was the wildfire of Spock’s emotions that had blindsided Jim. His bondmate had shaken apart in his arms, begged for pleasure, and urged Jim to promise over and over again that he’d never leave him. Jim had given Spock everything he could that night and all the days to follow because after that he understood the depth of Spock’s devotion. He hoped that Spock understood his.
The third time Spock woke him with gentle fingers and a little tugging motion, it was time for their daughter to be born. The incubator had been moved to the infirmary for the birth and Bones was calling them—it was time for T’Amana to join them. No one in Starfleet had been thrilled with the notion of children on board ships but when Spock had told Jim he wanted children—they’d commissioned an artificial womb from Betazed immediately.
When Starfleet had said no. Jim had submitted his resignation and Spock had followed suit. Archer rejected their resignations and sent them a baby gift. It hurt his career, in the end, but he didn’t care. He was overlooked for promotion for a decade and given exploration missions far from Earth. When the offer for Admiral finally came, T’Amana was ready for the academy and their son, Daniel, was ready for university. He took the promotion and Spock accepted a position at the academy.
“What are you thinking about?” Spock questioned as he stepped neatly away from the rushing ocean water.
Jim looked up ahead of them where the last of their children were building a sandcastle—George and Christopher. They’d planned for one more and had gotten a bit of surprise when the gestation had been confirmed. Identical twin boys. T’Amana had been profoundly disappointed to realize she’d always be outnumbered.
“The first time you kissed me,” Jim said and squeezed his spouse’s hand gently. “We were about to transport down to New Vulcan to attend your father’s marriage celebration to Elizabeth. You grabbed my hand and confessed that you’d told your father that I was your date out of petty revenge because you thought he would be irritated but he was pleased instead.” He grinned when Spock flushed a bright green. “You were always sneaking in little kisses, and I didn’t even know at first.”
“You were quite oblivious,” Spock admitted. “Nyota suggested that I should just climb into your lap, but that didn’t seem appropriate.”
“I caught on,” Jim said with a laugh.
“Should we tell them they are constructing their structure too close to the ocean?”
Jim shook his head. “Nah, half the fun is watching the destruction when the tide comes in.” He brought their hands up and kissed Spock’s fingers with a gentle press of his lips. “Still crazy in love with you, you know.”
“I do know,” Spock agreed. “And I never doubted it.”
“Never?” Jim questioned.
“Never.” Spock’s lips quirked up in a small, brief smile. “You’ve never been very good at keeping secrets from me, Jim.”