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Jim Kirk was in trouble.
Ever since he had been assigned as the new Captain of the USS Enterprise he had been enamoured with his First Officer, enchanted really, he was quite a thing to behold. His breath had caught the first time he had seen him as he had beamed aboard and he'd been smitten ever since.
He knew that it wasn't a good idea to have feelings for Spock. There was more than one variable that went against it. It didn't help that his head and heart had very different ideas from each other. His head was telling him that everything about it was a mistake but then his heart would step in and quieten any complaints his mind had whenever Spock entered a room. He didn't think he could be blamed really, how could anyone be expected to not be affected by the mysterious Vulcan. Just his features alone, dark and angular were stunning. The very definition of bewitching. And then he would speak and oh, what a voice. It's deep timbre, paired with it's calm and calculating tone was enough to make Jim fall further. He had tried to fight it, he really had but over time he had come to accept that Spock was just too magnetic, too mesmerising to try for very long.
Jim would often hear a little voice whispering Beware whenever he looked too long at Spock, or became a little too familiar with him, again and again.
A shared look that held a little too much fondness.
Beware
A touch that lingered a little too long.
Beware
Words spoken that perhaps held a little more meaning than what they seemed at face value.
Beware
But that voice became quieter and quieter. Perhaps it was foolish to believe that anything could come of his infatuation with Spock but then dark eyes would cut to his, softer than before, a lightness that before Jim had never seen in them or maybe failed to notice in his belief that he was the only one fascinated by the other. But thinking it was mutual was maybe more dangerous than believing it was a one sided affair.
Beware
Yes, I know. Jim would answer but he was never very good at heeding advice.