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the enterprise was particularly busy today, so jim kirk decided to stay on the bridge while he ate. jim had already eaten his lunch and had gotten himself some ice cream. it was strawberry-flavored ice cream in a small wafer cone, just a sweet treat to get him through the day.
jim sat on the captain's chair, taking bites out of the ice cream pretending it doesn't hurt his teeth. spock enters the bridge, walking over to stand beside jim as a yeoman gives the captain a PADD to sign.
"mr. spock, could you hold this for just a second?" jim doesn't doesn't need to look behind him to know spock has entered. he hands the ice cream to spock, reading over the PADD briefly.
spock looks down at the ice cream, analyzing the human dessert. it was piercingly cold on his finger tips, the heat of his hand causing the ice cream to melt. he will remember jim's choice of ice cream flavor for future use.
by the time jim finished signing the PADD, some ice cream had already melted down to spock's fingers. the yeoman swiftly exits as soon as jim hands back the PADD, the captain now noticing his ice cream melting.
"your ice cream, captain." spock extends his hand towards jim.
"it's dripping to your fingers..." jim leans closer, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face. "want me to clean it for you?"
spock notices that small expression, raising an eyebrow in return. "that would be acceptable."
jim leans closer to spock's hand and licks the ice cream off of spock's fingers. he doesn't want any of his sweet treat to go to waste, running his tongue over every place he tastes the ice cream melted on the vulcan's hand. jim knows just how sensitive vulcan fingers are. he wants to see how spock reacts.
spock's breath hitches immediately once he feels jim lick his fingers, jim's warm tongue soothing the cold sting of the ice cream. his posture stiffens, not expecting the captain to clean him in this manner (especially in the bridge, infront of other crew members...)
spock pulls his hand away, jim's mouth still open. the captain looks pleased with himself as he admires the green tint on spock's cheeks.
"oh, frosty-buns, i haven't finished cleaning you up yet!"
jim tries to pull spock's hand closer again. spock looks around the bridge to see if anyone is watching them. it seems most being are busy with whatever they're doing.
"please jim-jam, lower your volume," spock whispers "if you are to provoke a reaction from me, we mustn't distract the crew from their duties."
jim sighs. "alright. just let me clean you up!" spock allows jim to take his hand again, licking every inch of his fingers. although he doesn't speak, jim can tell spock is enjoying himself.
as the first-officer lets the captain lick the non-existent ice cream off his fingers, the crew listens silently. they won't speak of it until the vulcan has left.