Office Hours
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kirk convinces Spock to roleplay a new scenario. It doesn't go according to plan.
Words: ~550
Notes: Written for the comment_fic prompt: Not kinky enough.
Cadet Kirk makes a final adjustment to his uniform, then takes a deep breath and signals for entry.
"Enter," calls a voice from inside, and Kirk fights the urge to adjust his uniform one last time before obediently entering the office. He glances around quickly, noting the lack of personal touches, before focusing on the man standing by the desk.
"Professor Spock," he greets, with a slight bow of his head. "You asked to see me?"
"Cadet Kirk," Spock replies. "Yes." He studies Kirk for a moment, then picks up a PADD from the desk, his fingers moving over the screen. "Your last two astrophysics papers were far below the standard I expect in my class," he says. "If you continue like this, I shall have no choice but to fail you."
Kirk swallows, stepping forward until he's just on the edge of Spock's personal space. "Surely there's some way to raise my grade?" he asks, allowing his voice to grow a little husky. He runs a finger across his bottom lip and adds, "I'd be so grateful, sir. I'll do anything to pass."
Spock's gaze follows the movement briefly before he turns back to the PADD. "Rewrite your paper on solar flare categorisation and send it to me by Friday. If it meets the standard, I shall raise your grade."
"That's it?" Kirk asks, blinking at him. "Rewrite the paper? That's all you want me to do?"
"That is the process set out in the Academy Code of Conduct," Spock replies.
Kirk rubs his temples. "Okay, okay. Time out," he says, going from a cadet failing astrophysics to the captain of the Enterprise in a flash. "Spock, I don't think you've got the hang of this."
Spock frowns. "Did I err?"
"Yes!" Kirk replies. "When I say 'I'll do anything to pass', you're supposed to ask me to have sex with you."
Spock raises an eyebrow. "That would be extremely unethical, as well as a major breach of Academy rules."
"Yes, if it was real!" Kirk replies. "But this is a fantasy! It's not meant to be realistic, it's meant to be an excuse for sex!" He puts his hands on his hips and stares at Spock. "Did you really think I suggested this scenario so I could write essays on solar flares?"
"That did seem unlikely," Spock admits. "So you wish me to… have my way with you?"
"That's right," Kirk says, nodding. "I'm a naughty cadet, and you have to teach me a lesson." He waggles his eyebrows, grinning. "Now, if we're both on the same page, shall we continue?"
"That is acceptable," Spock replies, before picking up the PADD again, his face going blank. "You say you will do anything I request of you?"
Kirk nods, stepping forward again until they are almost touching. "Anything." He reaches out and strokes two fingers across the back of Spock's hand, enjoying the way his breath hitches.
Their eyes meet and hold for a moment, before Spock steps away, clasping his hands behind his back. "Remove your clothing," he orders in a voice that is not quite steady, and Kirk moves to obey, barely hiding a grin.
Maybe this will work out after all.
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kirk convinces Spock to roleplay a new scenario. It doesn't go according to plan.
Words: ~550
Notes: Written for the comment_fic prompt: Not kinky enough.
Cadet Kirk makes a final adjustment to his uniform, then takes a deep breath and signals for entry.
"Enter," calls a voice from inside, and Kirk fights the urge to adjust his uniform one last time before obediently entering the office. He glances around quickly, noting the lack of personal touches, before focusing on the man standing by the desk.
"Professor Spock," he greets, with a slight bow of his head. "You asked to see me?"
"Cadet Kirk," Spock replies. "Yes." He studies Kirk for a moment, then picks up a PADD from the desk, his fingers moving over the screen. "Your last two astrophysics papers were far below the standard I expect in my class," he says. "If you continue like this, I shall have no choice but to fail you."
Kirk swallows, stepping forward until he's just on the edge of Spock's personal space. "Surely there's some way to raise my grade?" he asks, allowing his voice to grow a little husky. He runs a finger across his bottom lip and adds, "I'd be so grateful, sir. I'll do anything to pass."
Spock's gaze follows the movement briefly before he turns back to the PADD. "Rewrite your paper on solar flare categorisation and send it to me by Friday. If it meets the standard, I shall raise your grade."
"That's it?" Kirk asks, blinking at him. "Rewrite the paper? That's all you want me to do?"
"That is the process set out in the Academy Code of Conduct," Spock replies.
Kirk rubs his temples. "Okay, okay. Time out," he says, going from a cadet failing astrophysics to the captain of the Enterprise in a flash. "Spock, I don't think you've got the hang of this."
Spock frowns. "Did I err?"
"Yes!" Kirk replies. "When I say 'I'll do anything to pass', you're supposed to ask me to have sex with you."
Spock raises an eyebrow. "That would be extremely unethical, as well as a major breach of Academy rules."
"Yes, if it was real!" Kirk replies. "But this is a fantasy! It's not meant to be realistic, it's meant to be an excuse for sex!" He puts his hands on his hips and stares at Spock. "Did you really think I suggested this scenario so I could write essays on solar flares?"
"That did seem unlikely," Spock admits. "So you wish me to… have my way with you?"
"That's right," Kirk says, nodding. "I'm a naughty cadet, and you have to teach me a lesson." He waggles his eyebrows, grinning. "Now, if we're both on the same page, shall we continue?"
"That is acceptable," Spock replies, before picking up the PADD again, his face going blank. "You say you will do anything I request of you?"
Kirk nods, stepping forward again until they are almost touching. "Anything." He reaches out and strokes two fingers across the back of Spock's hand, enjoying the way his breath hitches.
Their eyes meet and hold for a moment, before Spock steps away, clasping his hands behind his back. "Remove your clothing," he orders in a voice that is not quite steady, and Kirk moves to obey, barely hiding a grin.
Maybe this will work out after all.