Mistletoe [530]
Series: Star Trek, non-specific
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kirk/Spock
Summary: It should not be possible for there to be so much mistletoe on a single ship.
A/N: Written for ksadvent2009.
"Captain-" Jim shut him up with a kiss that caused a light green flush to climb all the way to the pointed tips of the Vulcan's ears. The silence only lasted until Jim had to breathe again, but by then he was fully ignoring Spock's protests and dragging him further down the hall.
"It's tradition, Spock, stop complaining." He pushed his lover into another doorway and kissed him again in full sight of the various storage shelves.
"I do-" Spock's tongue ended up tangled up in Jim's mouth somehow, and it took him the better part of a minute to get it back. "-not believe that tradition-" Then he was distracted by trying to make certain his eager Captain did not attempt to strip either of them in the hallway. "- requires kissing under each and every sprig of mistletoe aboard this ship."
Someone was going to get forced to wash the entirety of the shuttledeck, if he ever found out just who managed to procure so much of the plant. Sulu was looking like a valid target.
"What are you whining about? There's no one down here right now, so it doesn't count as public display." Spock begrudgingly let himself be tugged along down the hall once again.
"We are in a public area," he responded blandly, unsure why he was so willing to indulge this illogical human. "So it could become a public display very quickly."
"That's why you have such sharp hearing," Jim answered cheerfully, finding yet another doorway plastered with the stuff. Spock quietly filed away an argument involving evolution and predator versus prey theory, knowing it would be of no use, resigning himself to allow another heated kiss. No, perhaps he would not scold the collector of mistletoe, but the Chief Engineer for the obviously alcoholic substance he had mixed in with the punch. Or perhaps both.
Thoughts of righteous justice aside, an idea came to mind. "Captain. A suggestion, if I may."
"I like when you call me Captain," Jim purred in response.
"That is most fortunate, as it is your title." Spock reached up and plucked the mistletoe off of the doorway above them, causing Jim to look stricken.
"What did you do that for?"
"I believe I have discovered a more appropriate place for it," the Vulcan replied, taking charge of the situation and leading Jim down the hall instead. Jim's kicked puppy expression quickly faded into one of curiosity, though he glanced longingly at the other sprigs they passed along the way.
Spock managed to get them both to Jim's quarters without complaint, kicking his boots off as soon as they were in the door. Jim let go of his hand, brows wrinkling together as he waited to see just what his lover's plan was.
He was rather surprised when Spock climbed atop the bed, using it as a perch to reach the ceiling. The thin Vulcan fingers carefully smoothed what was left of the tacky substance used to hold the plant up along the tiles, until mistletoe was displayed prominently above the bed.
It fell off not twenty minutes later, but they happily carried on the tradition in any case.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kirk/Spock
Summary: It should not be possible for there to be so much mistletoe on a single ship.
A/N: Written for ksadvent2009.
"Captain-" Jim shut him up with a kiss that caused a light green flush to climb all the way to the pointed tips of the Vulcan's ears. The silence only lasted until Jim had to breathe again, but by then he was fully ignoring Spock's protests and dragging him further down the hall.
"It's tradition, Spock, stop complaining." He pushed his lover into another doorway and kissed him again in full sight of the various storage shelves.
"I do-" Spock's tongue ended up tangled up in Jim's mouth somehow, and it took him the better part of a minute to get it back. "-not believe that tradition-" Then he was distracted by trying to make certain his eager Captain did not attempt to strip either of them in the hallway. "- requires kissing under each and every sprig of mistletoe aboard this ship."
Someone was going to get forced to wash the entirety of the shuttledeck, if he ever found out just who managed to procure so much of the plant. Sulu was looking like a valid target.
"What are you whining about? There's no one down here right now, so it doesn't count as public display." Spock begrudgingly let himself be tugged along down the hall once again.
"We are in a public area," he responded blandly, unsure why he was so willing to indulge this illogical human. "So it could become a public display very quickly."
"That's why you have such sharp hearing," Jim answered cheerfully, finding yet another doorway plastered with the stuff. Spock quietly filed away an argument involving evolution and predator versus prey theory, knowing it would be of no use, resigning himself to allow another heated kiss. No, perhaps he would not scold the collector of mistletoe, but the Chief Engineer for the obviously alcoholic substance he had mixed in with the punch. Or perhaps both.
Thoughts of righteous justice aside, an idea came to mind. "Captain. A suggestion, if I may."
"I like when you call me Captain," Jim purred in response.
"That is most fortunate, as it is your title." Spock reached up and plucked the mistletoe off of the doorway above them, causing Jim to look stricken.
"What did you do that for?"
"I believe I have discovered a more appropriate place for it," the Vulcan replied, taking charge of the situation and leading Jim down the hall instead. Jim's kicked puppy expression quickly faded into one of curiosity, though he glanced longingly at the other sprigs they passed along the way.
Spock managed to get them both to Jim's quarters without complaint, kicking his boots off as soon as they were in the door. Jim let go of his hand, brows wrinkling together as he waited to see just what his lover's plan was.
He was rather surprised when Spock climbed atop the bed, using it as a perch to reach the ceiling. The thin Vulcan fingers carefully smoothed what was left of the tacky substance used to hold the plant up along the tiles, until mistletoe was displayed prominently above the bed.
It fell off not twenty minutes later, but they happily carried on the tradition in any case.