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The five-year mission was over. There were rumors—strong ones—that they’d be sent out again for another five-year mission. But for now they had six months of leave and Spock had significant plans for those six months. If only he could get James T. Kirk to cooperate with those plans.
For the past two and a half years, they had been together romantically. Though in the beginning Spock had his doubts about the viability of a long term relationship with his captain, Jim had proved to be an extraordinarily satisfactory partner. Spock had never been—dare he think it—so happy in all his years. And it was all because of the human with the blond hair, and the blue eyes, and the sparkling smile, and the swagger.
A year ago they had bonded and Spock had been gratified that Jim had agreed to the Vulcan bonding ceremony. But at the same time, over the past twelve months, Spock began to realize that his mate wanted something more with Spock. And if Jim could agree to being bonded to Spock, then Spock could agree to be human married to Jim.
In fact, the more he considered the prospect, the more Spock wanted it himself.
And so, he had gone to a jewelry store in San Francisco, taking Nyota with him. She had insisted, actually. She was very excited about the idea of him and Jim getting married.
Spock had chosen two masculine shiny golden rings with a diamond chip in the middle of each. They had taken many credits to purchase but Spock knew if anyone was worth it, it was Jim.
He just needed to ask Jim now. He couldn’t imagine that Jim would say no, but still Spock found himself strangely nervous.
The problem was getting Jim alone. Spock had long ago accepted the constant presence of Leonard McCoy by Jim’s side. He even found the doctor somewhat tolerable though he was not certain he would admit it to McCoy.
But even now, when he had asked Jim to go for a walk down by the shore, he’d been surprised when the doctor had accompanied them.
“I would like to have dinner with you tonight,” Spock said.
Jim glanced at him with a smile. “Okay. Where?”
Spock eyed McCoy. “There is a restaurant on Fourth Street. I have made reservations for seven-thirty. For two.”
Spock did not miss the twitch of McCoy’s lips.
“Sounds nice. Special occasion I’ve forgotten?” Jim asked.
“No, I merely thought we should have a pleasant dinner out together.” He gave the doctor the side-eye. “Just the two of us.”
Jim laughed at that. Spock loved Jim’s laugh above all others. “I think Bones got that, Spock.”
“Kind of hard not to,” McCoy agreed.
Spock merely arched a brow.
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“Perhaps you would like to have a glass of wine,” Spock suggested after they had been seated at just the table Spock had specially reserved for them.
Jim smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “Trying to get me drunk, Mr. Spock?”
“I do not mind if you become mildly intoxicated.”
“I love how you qualified it there. Hmm. What shall I have?”
The waitress came by then. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
“I’ll have the Andorian Riesling,” Jim replied.
She looked to Spock. “And for you, sir?”
“I will have the same.”
Jim’s jaw hung open as she walked away. “You’re having alcohol, babe?”
“One glass should be acceptable. It is not forbidden, just discouraged. And we do not find it as appealing as humans and other races seem to.”
“You don’t have to, though.”
“I am aware of that.”
They had chosen to wear suits for the occasion. Jim wore a navy one with a white shirt and a thin navy tie. He was beautiful. Spock had chosen a black suit but his tie was a light blue, picked to match his t’hy’la’s eyes.
Jim gave him the smile that was reserved just for Spock. “This is nice, just the two of us.”
“It is.”
“Have I really been including too much of Bones when we do things together?”
Spock hesitated. “I did not say so.”
“No, you didn’t have to. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just used to him being around. It doesn’t always occur to me that you might want to do couple things.”
“Why does it not?”
Jim shrugged. “It’s just…we’re not exactly a typical couple or anything. I mean what we have is fantastic. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I love you more than anything.”
Spock arched a brow. “Even the Enterprise?”
Jim laughed. “Even that. It’s close though.”
“Do you find me lacking in the romance department?” Spock wondered.
“Lacking? No. You’re Vulcan. I know you don’t think about things like that.”
“You do find me lacking.”
Jim shook his head. “No, no. It’s not your way.”
“That is precisely what I mean. You excuse me because I am Vulcan, but in reality you wish I was more romantic.”
Jim sighed and reached for Spock’s hand. “Sweetheart, I don’t find you lacking in any way. I love everything about you. I don’t want you to be anything other than what you are.”
Before Spock could reply, the waitress came by with their wine. Spock asked her to give them more time to look over the menu and she left their table once more.
Spock turned his hand so that his fingers were linked with Jim’s. “You are the other half of my heart, the other half of my soul.”
Jim’s eyes were shining. “See? What more could I want?”
“There is more. And I wish to give you everything. For the rest of our lives.”
He tilted his head. “Meaning?”
Spock inhaled deeply and reached into the pocket of the suit coat he had worn for the occasion. He still wasn’t quite used to wearing civilian clothes. He pulled out the small ring box that contained both of their rings.
He set it on the table in between them.
Jim’s gaze went there, suddenly riveted. Spock could feel Jim’s excitement and anticipation through their skin contact. He watched as Jim’s Adam’s apple slid down his throat as he swallowed heavily.
Blue eyes rose and met his.
“Spock?”
Spock reached over and lifted the lid of the box.
“James T. Kirk, will you marry me?”
Jim’s eyes widened and his tongue darted out to trace his lips. “But-but we’re already—”
“Yes,” Spock said quickly. “But I want to marry you in the human way. With the big ceremony, and the cake and the reception.”
“The dancing?” Jim asked, his lips turning up at the corners.
“Even that,” Spock said softly. “Will you marry me?”
Jim’s eyes were shining again but this time he knew it was with tears. “Ye-yeah.” Jim’s voice cracked. “Yes. I’d marry you a hundred times.”
Though Spock had expected a yes, he could not help the relief that flowed through him. “Then it appears we have a wedding to plan, Captain.”
Jim grinned. “We do, Commander.” Jim stood and came around the table. He bent down and thoroughly kissed Spock. Who was very satisfied indeed.