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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TOS: I Fell In Love With My First Officer K/S 1/1 PG-13
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Author: Gallimaufry
Title: I Fell In Love With My First Officer
Pairing: K/S
Rating: PG-13, m/m sex asssumed.
Beta: Jenna, who has been a tremendous encouragement.
Summary: Kirk muses on all the reasons he has for loving Spock. This 
infringement is intended and i'm certainly not making nay money.
Feedback: Oh, yes please to gallimaufry2@yahoo.co.uk. This is my 
first public story and I'm very interested to know what you all think.

*****

I fell in love with my first officer. Spock was the first Vulcan with 
whom I'd ever served and the Enterprise was my first command so, 
naturally, I was apprehensive. I'd heard so many stories about that 
damned Vulcan superiority and I didn't want anything to get in the 
way of what I'd worked so hard to achieve. But from the moment I 
first saw him in the Enterprise's transporter room, I knew he was no 
ordinary being and that our working relationship would, in its turn, 
be something out of the ordinary. Right from the start, he proved his 
loyalty and devotion, to me as well as to his Starfleet duties. His 
attention to detail is phenomenal. His integrity is boundless, 
noticeable even in the morally inverted mirror universe we entered 
once. He accepts nothing less than the best from everyone on board, 
including me. He doesn't hesitate to argue with me or tell me when 
I'm wrong. Frequently, however, he has been right to do so and I've 
now learnt to listen more closely to his advice. He's rightly been 
called the best first officer in the Fleet and he deserves much of 
the credit for what I am today. Whether it's against Klingons, 
Romulans, or insane child-like super-beings, together we are 
invincible.

I fell in love with my science officer. His intellect is formidable 
and I have yet to find a limit to the breadth and depth of his 
knowledge. He can talk for hours on any subject you care to mention 
from the physics of the universe to the socio-political implications 
of the filthiest Rigellian limericks I've ever heard. I still 
remember the first time he heard the one about the minister and the 
tribble. He just froze, his jaw dropping open. He quickly recovered, 
however, and came back with one of his own before launching into a 
lengthy lecture about the striking similarities in such popular 
poetic forms across the galaxy and what they revealed about the 
mindsets of different races. Then it was my turn to lose the ability 
to speak. And they say Vulcans don't joke! That quick-fire brain of 
his can compute and resolve any problem I throw at him. He has saved 
the ship on numerous occasions with his specialised talents and 
skills. Even while he was suffering the effects of the Psi 2000 virus 
he was able to work out the intermix formula to restart the engines. 
An emotional wreck and he was still able to make the 1 in 10,000 odds 
work in our favour. He's remarkable, absolutely remarkable. I 
recognise the debt I owe him and it is limitless. 

I fell in love with my friend. Command is a lonely duty, and I found 
that even I needed companionship. Our early months together were a 
slow waltz of discovery. We began sharing the occasional end-of-shift 
meal, then it was every meal. We added chess games to the time we 
spent together and these peaceful, off-duty hours developed our 
professional closeness and mutual respect into closer, more 
supportive ties. We became so close that all I needed to save my 
sanity over Triacus was to feel his calming presence and hear him say 
my name. When I told Garth that I regarded Spock as my brother it was 
nothing less than the truth. He has risked his life to save mine on 
numerous occasions, even risking himself and putting untold strain on 
that famous Vulcan stamina. I owe him so much. Eventually, I noticed 
that we were completing each other's sentences and it was a wonder to 
me that my logical Vulcan friend had allowed himself to get so close 
to a Human. He tells me that it was my persistence that wore down his 
carefully maintained Vulcan shields and I like to think that he just 
couldn't resist me. As I survey the bridge, I sometimes find myself 
watching him out of the corner of my eye, caught by the sight of 
those long fingers playing over the controls of the science console, 
his gaze totally focussed. Sometimes, he senses me watching and turns 
to return my gaze. If he's feeling mischievous, he'll quirk an 
eyebrow and the corner of his mouth will twitch in a hint of his 
private smile which only I am privileged to see and only then when we 
are alone together. I must admit that this shared, private 
communication explains why I have to cross my legs so often. I marvel 
at the circumstances that have brought us together. He is the only 
friend with whom I have felt comfortable enough to trust with my 
deepest secrets - as I trust him with my life. He has never let me 
down and I know he never will. He is my Thousandth Man.

I fell in love with my bond-mate. Who would ever have thought it 
possible: Jim Kirk, the married man? Certainly not me. But I am well 
and truly married now and I wouldn't have it any other way. Before I 
met him, love was simply the momentary giving and receiving of 
pleasure, which left an emptiness at the core of my being. Only he 
has ever filled that emptiness. He completes me in a way I never 
thought possible and I hadn't even realised I was looking for such 
completion until he became the most important part of my life, ending 
the yearning in my heart, and in my soul and, yes, I have to admit 
it, in my body too.  With him, sex is more than I'd ever thought it 
could be, transcending the mere physical and entering the realm of 
the spiritual - and I never thought that I would be using a phrase 
like the mere physical. He worships me with his body as if he's 
participating in some sacred rite. I am humbled by his total 
commitment to our love-making. My quiet, reserved Vulcan in the 
throes of passion is an awesome sight. My greatest pleasure is to 
kiss and caress him to distraction and hear him call my name as he 
comes, knowing that only I am capable of disturbing his Vulcan calm 
in such a profound way. I tremble at the terrible responsibility for 
his happiness with which he has entrusted me. It is indeed a blessing 
to love and be loved by him. He is my life's breath and my soul's 
delight. I thank all the gods in the universe for bringing us 
together.

Today, I fell in love with Spock of Vulcan all over again. I went to 
him in the middle of this business with Khan for advice as well as 
the emotional security that hearing his calm words in that velvet 
voice always produces in me. As always, he gave me what I needed. As 
he stood before me, hands steepled together, dressed in his usual off-
duty black, it was only years of training in self-restraint that 
stopped me from an unseemly public display of affection. When he'd 
finished speaking, he fixed me with that penetrating stare of his and 
stated, "I have been and always shall be yours." The bond flared 
between us and I was lost in the him/us/me that we share. I managed 
to tear myself away and returned to the bridge, confident that, with 
him by my side, all would be well. And I know it will be, for he'll 
be with me today and tomorrow and all our tomorrows after that.




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