Kitten Power
Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Pairing/Characters: Kirk, Spock. Gen.
Rating: G
Summary: Kirk discovers Spock playing with a bunch of kittens. Total fluff.
Words: Exactly 300
Notes: Written for the comment_fic prompt: Kittens
"Hey, Spock? Did you w-"
Kirk stops dead as he enters the living room, stunned into silence at the sight in front of him. His stoic, Vulcan first officer is sitting on the floor covered in fuzzy kittens. There's even one clinging to his shoulder, and something in Kirk's chest twists at the sight.
"You know," he says, once he can speak again, "I wouldn't have pegged you as a cat person."
Spock startles at the noise, and the kitten on his shoulder digs in its claws and mews loudly. "Jim," he says, eyes wide. "I... that is..."
Kirk grins and comes to sit down next to him. "Don't worry," he says with amusement, "I won't tell anyone." It might be his imagination, but he swears Spock relaxes a fraction at the words. "They seem to like you," he adds, nodding at the pile of purring fur in Spock's lap.
"Indeed," Spock replies, raising an eyebrow.
"Want to take one back with us?" Kirk suggests with a grin. "I'm sure Mom wouldn't mind."
"That would be against regulations," Spock replies, but the corners of his lips curve upwards. "Did you want something?" he adds, after a few moments of silence.
Kirk nods. "Oh. Yeah. Mom wanted to know if you want milk and sugar in your tea."
Spock shakes his head. "No sugar. Just milk."
"Coming right up." Reluctantly, Kirk stands, and Spock goes back to watching the kittens, a very faint smile crossing his face. Kirk thinks suddenly that the rest of their shore leave could be hell and it would still be worth it for this moment. He almost wishes he hadn't promised not to tell anyone about it. But then, he thinks wryly as he heads towards the kitchen, it isn't like anyone would believe me anyway....
Pairing/Characters: Kirk, Spock. Gen.
Rating: G
Summary: Kirk discovers Spock playing with a bunch of kittens. Total fluff.
Words: Exactly 300
Notes: Written for the comment_fic prompt: Kittens
"Hey, Spock? Did you w-"
Kirk stops dead as he enters the living room, stunned into silence at the sight in front of him. His stoic, Vulcan first officer is sitting on the floor covered in fuzzy kittens. There's even one clinging to his shoulder, and something in Kirk's chest twists at the sight.
"You know," he says, once he can speak again, "I wouldn't have pegged you as a cat person."
Spock startles at the noise, and the kitten on his shoulder digs in its claws and mews loudly. "Jim," he says, eyes wide. "I... that is..."
Kirk grins and comes to sit down next to him. "Don't worry," he says with amusement, "I won't tell anyone." It might be his imagination, but he swears Spock relaxes a fraction at the words. "They seem to like you," he adds, nodding at the pile of purring fur in Spock's lap.
"Indeed," Spock replies, raising an eyebrow.
"Want to take one back with us?" Kirk suggests with a grin. "I'm sure Mom wouldn't mind."
"That would be against regulations," Spock replies, but the corners of his lips curve upwards. "Did you want something?" he adds, after a few moments of silence.
Kirk nods. "Oh. Yeah. Mom wanted to know if you want milk and sugar in your tea."
Spock shakes his head. "No sugar. Just milk."
"Coming right up." Reluctantly, Kirk stands, and Spock goes back to watching the kittens, a very faint smile crossing his face. Kirk thinks suddenly that the rest of their shore leave could be hell and it would still be worth it for this moment. He almost wishes he hadn't promised not to tell anyone about it. But then, he thinks wryly as he heads towards the kitchen, it isn't like anyone would believe me anyway....