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Captain Kirk just stared. He stared at the long slender fingers dancing across the controls. The cerulean blue sleeve shifting as the arms underneath moved. The ebony hair cut so perfectly shine in the light of the bridge. The gracefully pointed ears, the smoothly curved nose, the deep dark eyes so focused on the task before them. Those eyes. So beautiful. Kirk had never felt such, appreciation for his first officer as he did in this moment. He had never felt this way about anyone, he realized. Certainly not a man. He was well known for his heterosexuality. To put it mildly. But there was no harm in the feelings he was experiencing, was there?
"Captain, why are you staring at me?" Spock turned from his console and noticed the look in Kirk's eyes. Kirk nearly jumped.
"Oh, uh, I was just about to ask you when you'd have your report ready." He said. Spock looked at him with an almost distrustful expression. He knew he would never get away with lying to the Vulcan.
"I see. My report will be ready within the next four hours." Krik simply nodded, turning back to the view screen in front of him. "Captain, this is not the first time I've noticed you staring at me like that." Spock spoke up again, much to the captain's dismay. "If I may be so blunt, you have been doing it quite often, and it is becoming more and more noticeable." Kirk tried hard not to swallow, keeping his attention firmly on the view screen.
"Is that so?" He said, just minutes away from bolting off the bridge in a blur of yellow and black. "Well, I'm sure you're only imaging things, Mr. Spock."
"Perhaps I am." Spock once again gave Kirk a look he knew was distrustful, and he could've sworn was a little smug. "Well my apologies, Captain." He turned back to his console, leaving the captain with an uneasy feeling of exposure tugging at his mind. He turned his attention to whatever else he could, spotting Uhura sitting just behind him at her station.
"Can I help you with something, Captain?" She turned to see him, he hesitated a little, he didn't really have anything to say.
"Um, nothing really, I just--"
"Captain, may I speak frankly for a moment?" She asked, watching as Kirk's whole body tensed in his seat.
"Um, yes." He just blurted.
"Go for it." She smiled at him, giving him a swift wink as she turned back around. Kirk was a bit taken aback, pondering her words for a moment before swiveling his chair to face Spock at his console. Spock of course noticed, turning his head to look into his captain's hopeful eyes, the very sight of Spock's chestnut irises staring back at him enough to pierce into Kirk's heart.
"Is there something else, Captain?" Spock wondered. He knew what the captain was going to say. And Kirk knew that he knew. So he swallowed his deep fears and opened his mouth, not giving a damn about the consequences.
"Yes, actually, there is." He bravely said. "Can you meet me in my quarters later? I have something very important to ask you."