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“You, are baking now Spock? How, curious!”
“Well, I did get this idea from a friend suggesting it as a form of a surprise to someone I care for.”
“Oh? Special occasion?”
“Guess you can say that, Jim.”
Spock did not explain further, leaving Kirk hanging.
Kirk simply stood there, observing Spock do his thing.
Those nimble fingers cutting, prepping, stirring, leaving Kirk with all kinds of deeper yearnings inside of him. Hunger more likely, licking his lips and not simply from the smells from the cooking.
While Spock had continued his task, Kirk had dozed off.
He was gently shaken from his slumber with a soft touch and a… smile.
“Jim, ready for dinner?”