More Than A Plant
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Star Trek › Star Trek
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,092
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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More Than A Plant
Title: Who says it's just a plant?
Author: HotaruAino
Category: WAFF, holiday ficlet
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Feedback: I am a review whore, send as much as you like to nayomi_kin@hotmail.com
Rating: PG 'cause there's a tiny bit of slash
Summary: Spock learns about mistletoe.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Never eat yellow snow. ...Oh you mean for the story? Just a kiss and that's it, honest. Hey, do expect more warnings when the rating is PG?
Note: Written for the Slash Advent Calendar Challenge situated at: http://www.kardasi.com/Advent
Disclaimers: I don't own ST: TOS, but if I did, you can bet that there'd be more than just a little 'handclasp' *nudge nudge* The cat-girl and her girlfriend are characters that randomly show up in some of my works. I'm sorry, I just love cameos.
Beta: Sara
Space, an empty plane of exsistence. It is forever silent and it is only the millions of stars that watch over the planets which are liberally placed throughout. Truly, it is tranquil.
Unless the Starship Enterpise happens to be passing through.
The ship was on constant scan, even though everyone knew that there was nothing in the sector they were passing through. But things weren't quiet on the Enterpise, at least not in the bar area. Dozens of people from different cultures and planets were gathered together to celebrate the holidays. The bar was filled with music, laughter and holiday 'spirits'.
"What is this?!" A cat-girl giggled at the bartender.
"It's called eggnong." The bartender answered with a smile.
" 'S fun!" She slurred before plopping into her partner's lap, nearly falling over giggling.
The cat-girl's partner cuddled her close and nuzzled her lover's neck before reaching into her own pocket.
"Present." The other girl murmured into the shell of her ear.
The cat-girl 'murr'ed as she turned to look at what her girlfriend was offering and saw a small green plant. Curiously, she plucked it up and sniffed it. The sprig of mistletoe had a metalic scent to it and upon feeling around it, the cat-girl pushed a button, setting the mechanisms in motion. The two girls looked up as the mistletoe began to float above them. With a wicked smile the cat-girl attacked her lover with affection, ignoring those around them even as the mistletoe floated off.
The party had started fairly late and despite the volume of the music and the large number of people, the starship captain could tell that the night would be uneventful.
Captain Kirk picked up two drinks from the bartop and returned to his table. Spock was seated as far away from the crowd as he could and Bones was trying to explain mistletoe to him.
"It's tradition." Bones chuckled, taking his drink from his captain. "When you're under a sprig of mistletoe with someone, you're supposed to kiss them."
"What if you don't like that person?" Spock asked.
"Well during the holidays you put aside your differences to celebrate." Kirk tried to help the good doctor.
"But it's just a piece of plant." Spock raised an eyebrow at his companions.
Kirk motioned for Bones to continue as he sipped his own drink. The warm liquor settled in his stomach and he hummed in satisfaction.
"It's just part of the holidays, it's fun." Bones rubbed his temples.
"So you kiss people under mistletoe-"
"It's almost ceremonial." Bones interupted, exasperated with the Vulcan.
"That makes a bit more sense." Spock blinked. "Why didn't you say that to begin with?"
Bones huffed and drained his glass, quickly excusing himself to go to the bar. Spock fingered the glass he'd had since the start of the impromptu gathering, ignoring the fact that his friend was chuckling at him. The automatic lighting was dimmed as a slow song was played for the couples and Kirk moved closer to Spock so they'd be able to see one another as they conversed. At the bar the cat-girl and her partner flirted with the good doctor, keeping him from wanting to come back to the table.
"Jim, do you celebrate the holidays?" Spock asked curiously.
Kirk nodded and took a sip of his eggnog. "The holidays are virtual fountains of emotion. By participating you come closer together with those around you, and the festivities bring happiness so you feel better about yourself."
"But if something tragic has recently happened to a person wouldn't the festivities make them depressed?" Spock countered.
"It depends on the person, some find it depressing and some find it a comforting reminder that life goes on."
Kirk smiled into his glass. He truthfully loved arguing logic with the older man. He often found himself losing because he argued with his heart and Spock thought purely with his brain. Kirk noticed that Spock was looking up at the ceiling and frowned before turning his gaze there as well. Hanging over his head was a small green twig and he squinted, wondering if it was holly.
A moment later Kirk felt surprisingly gentle fingers on his chin, turning his head back to his Vulcan companion. He didn't pull away when Spock closed the space between them, covering the captain's lips with his own. The blonde leaned into the kiss, reaching out for Spocks's knee in the shadowed area.
The floating mistletoe glided away, searching out other life forms as the two parted. Kirk removed his hand and slumped a bit in his seat. Spock took a sip of his drink, waiting calmly for Kirk to respond. The younger man glanced up at the ceiling then back at the dark haired man, stunned that he would kiss him.
"What... was that?" Kirk finally asked.
"A kiss." Spock said in a monotone. Before Kirk could continue he held up his hand. "You wanted to celebrate the holidays, correct?"
Kirk nodded, touching his lips lightly.
"And a kiss is part of your tradition, correct? I wished to help you celebrate." Spock stated before finishing his drink. "But now, the music is becoming uncomfortably loud for my ears. I'm going to retire. Goodnight Jim."
Absently, Kirk returned the sentiment and waved as Spock left the bar. The blonde set his chin in his hand, watching the older man walk out. A smile lit his features and he moved farther into the corner to watch the celebrations. The captain wondered for a moment if Spock was inviting or suggesting that he join him but shook his head at the notion.
Then again, Kirk thought to himself, Spending time with friends is a way to celebrate. And Spock wanted to help me celebrate...
The blonde quickly got up from the table, leaving his glass behind and snatching up a sprig of mistletoe before he walked out the doors. Perhaps this Christmas wouldn't be dull at all.
Author: HotaruAino
Category: WAFF, holiday ficlet
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Feedback: I am a review whore, send as much as you like to nayomi_kin@hotmail.com
Rating: PG 'cause there's a tiny bit of slash
Summary: Spock learns about mistletoe.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Never eat yellow snow. ...Oh you mean for the story? Just a kiss and that's it, honest. Hey, do expect more warnings when the rating is PG?
Note: Written for the Slash Advent Calendar Challenge situated at: http://www.kardasi.com/Advent
Disclaimers: I don't own ST: TOS, but if I did, you can bet that there'd be more than just a little 'handclasp' *nudge nudge* The cat-girl and her girlfriend are characters that randomly show up in some of my works. I'm sorry, I just love cameos.
Beta: Sara
Space, an empty plane of exsistence. It is forever silent and it is only the millions of stars that watch over the planets which are liberally placed throughout. Truly, it is tranquil.
Unless the Starship Enterpise happens to be passing through.
The ship was on constant scan, even though everyone knew that there was nothing in the sector they were passing through. But things weren't quiet on the Enterpise, at least not in the bar area. Dozens of people from different cultures and planets were gathered together to celebrate the holidays. The bar was filled with music, laughter and holiday 'spirits'.
"What is this?!" A cat-girl giggled at the bartender.
"It's called eggnong." The bartender answered with a smile.
" 'S fun!" She slurred before plopping into her partner's lap, nearly falling over giggling.
The cat-girl's partner cuddled her close and nuzzled her lover's neck before reaching into her own pocket.
"Present." The other girl murmured into the shell of her ear.
The cat-girl 'murr'ed as she turned to look at what her girlfriend was offering and saw a small green plant. Curiously, she plucked it up and sniffed it. The sprig of mistletoe had a metalic scent to it and upon feeling around it, the cat-girl pushed a button, setting the mechanisms in motion. The two girls looked up as the mistletoe began to float above them. With a wicked smile the cat-girl attacked her lover with affection, ignoring those around them even as the mistletoe floated off.
The party had started fairly late and despite the volume of the music and the large number of people, the starship captain could tell that the night would be uneventful.
Captain Kirk picked up two drinks from the bartop and returned to his table. Spock was seated as far away from the crowd as he could and Bones was trying to explain mistletoe to him.
"It's tradition." Bones chuckled, taking his drink from his captain. "When you're under a sprig of mistletoe with someone, you're supposed to kiss them."
"What if you don't like that person?" Spock asked.
"Well during the holidays you put aside your differences to celebrate." Kirk tried to help the good doctor.
"But it's just a piece of plant." Spock raised an eyebrow at his companions.
Kirk motioned for Bones to continue as he sipped his own drink. The warm liquor settled in his stomach and he hummed in satisfaction.
"It's just part of the holidays, it's fun." Bones rubbed his temples.
"So you kiss people under mistletoe-"
"It's almost ceremonial." Bones interupted, exasperated with the Vulcan.
"That makes a bit more sense." Spock blinked. "Why didn't you say that to begin with?"
Bones huffed and drained his glass, quickly excusing himself to go to the bar. Spock fingered the glass he'd had since the start of the impromptu gathering, ignoring the fact that his friend was chuckling at him. The automatic lighting was dimmed as a slow song was played for the couples and Kirk moved closer to Spock so they'd be able to see one another as they conversed. At the bar the cat-girl and her partner flirted with the good doctor, keeping him from wanting to come back to the table.
"Jim, do you celebrate the holidays?" Spock asked curiously.
Kirk nodded and took a sip of his eggnog. "The holidays are virtual fountains of emotion. By participating you come closer together with those around you, and the festivities bring happiness so you feel better about yourself."
"But if something tragic has recently happened to a person wouldn't the festivities make them depressed?" Spock countered.
"It depends on the person, some find it depressing and some find it a comforting reminder that life goes on."
Kirk smiled into his glass. He truthfully loved arguing logic with the older man. He often found himself losing because he argued with his heart and Spock thought purely with his brain. Kirk noticed that Spock was looking up at the ceiling and frowned before turning his gaze there as well. Hanging over his head was a small green twig and he squinted, wondering if it was holly.
A moment later Kirk felt surprisingly gentle fingers on his chin, turning his head back to his Vulcan companion. He didn't pull away when Spock closed the space between them, covering the captain's lips with his own. The blonde leaned into the kiss, reaching out for Spocks's knee in the shadowed area.
The floating mistletoe glided away, searching out other life forms as the two parted. Kirk removed his hand and slumped a bit in his seat. Spock took a sip of his drink, waiting calmly for Kirk to respond. The younger man glanced up at the ceiling then back at the dark haired man, stunned that he would kiss him.
"What... was that?" Kirk finally asked.
"A kiss." Spock said in a monotone. Before Kirk could continue he held up his hand. "You wanted to celebrate the holidays, correct?"
Kirk nodded, touching his lips lightly.
"And a kiss is part of your tradition, correct? I wished to help you celebrate." Spock stated before finishing his drink. "But now, the music is becoming uncomfortably loud for my ears. I'm going to retire. Goodnight Jim."
Absently, Kirk returned the sentiment and waved as Spock left the bar. The blonde set his chin in his hand, watching the older man walk out. A smile lit his features and he moved farther into the corner to watch the celebrations. The captain wondered for a moment if Spock was inviting or suggesting that he join him but shook his head at the notion.
Then again, Kirk thought to himself, Spending time with friends is a way to celebrate. And Spock wanted to help me celebrate...
The blonde quickly got up from the table, leaving his glass behind and snatching up a sprig of mistletoe before he walked out the doors. Perhaps this Christmas wouldn't be dull at all.