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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TOS: Minding the Store 1/1 K/S PG
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Title: Minding the Store
Author: Gallimaufry
Pairing: K/S
Rating: PG I think. Nothing graphic but m/m sex most definitely
implied.
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount; I'm just enjoying myself
and not making any money.
Summary: After the missing scene from the end of 'Amok Time'.

Minding the Store.


"That … was … fantastic," Kirk panted as he disentangled himself and
rolled over onto his back. Months of flirting and gentle
encouragement had finally paid off in a glorious night of rampant,
passionate, emotional love-making. So what if Bones thought they were
off minding the store? Or not, as the case may be, he thought,
recalling the doctor's sardonic comment as they left sick-bay. He
sighed in complete contentment.

"Indeed," was the lazy response from the smiling, satisfied and no
longer homicidal, Vulcan at his side. "It was not without pleasure."

"Not without pleasure!" Kirk squeaked, turning to face his new
lover. "Spock, that was everything I had ever imagined when I thought
about making love to you. It was exciting. Passionate. Mind blowing.
To feel your body against mine after all this time ... " He planted a
kiss on his lover's body. "To kiss you ..." Another one. "Caress you
…" And another.  "Feel you against me ..." And another. He smiled
mischievously. "Spock, didn't the earth just move for you?"

Spock stirred and slowly kissed a rosy, enticing nipple. "But of
course it did, Jim. It is in constant motion, moving through space at
1038 miles per hour at the Equator, totalling one rotation every 23
hours, 56 minutes and 4.09053 seconds. Approximately."

Kirk was speechless. Propping himself on one elbow, he gazed down at
his Vulcan in disbelief.

"Approximately?" he asked dangerously.

Spock nodded. He raised his hand and stroked it lazily down Kirk's
chest. Kirk squirmed against him, already planning the next assault
on Fortress Vulcan. It was just like he'd been taught at Command
School: identify the problem, target your objective, make your move
and you can't fail. He was just applying this Command training when
Spock's lazy, thrillingly satiated voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Or perhaps you mean to inquire whether I found our recent encounter
satisfying?" His hand continued its journey down Kirk's body. Now it
was Kirk who was finding it difficult to concentrate, just as it had
been Spock a few hours previously. Spock's mouth quirked in a smug
smile.

"Bearing in mind my lack of previous experience in such activities ­
as I would not consider Ms Kalomi a fair comparison ­ as well as
bearing in mind the futility of attempting to measure anything as
intangible as an emotion ­ a human trait which, I must remind you, I
do not share ­ as well as …"

"Spock!" Kirk hissed in frustration as his lover's hand was now
moving gently against a very responsive part of his body.

Spock stopped and turned his penetrating gaze on his lover. Kirk
swallowed his excitement and tried to look attentive. He was
certainly at attention in other ways.

"Yes, t'hy'la," Spock whispered. "I can indeed say that yes, the
earth did indeed move for me just then. As I know it always will do
with you."

And as he was pulled into a deep and passionate kiss, Kirk knew that
whatever the future would bring, it would be all the easier to deal
with because of the love of this remarkable being by his side.


Fin.




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