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"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"I agree."

"You're not going to tell me it's illogical to refer to a ship as she?"

"It is a Human tradition to consider ships as female. It relates to the idea of a goddess, or a mother, that protects and guides her captain and her crew. Like the ancient vessels that crossed oceans centuries ago, the Enterprise is a remarkable ship that inspires a sense of loyalty and affection. It would be hypocritical of me to say those sentiments were illogical when I also feel them."

"Awww, you love her..."

"Love is a word that can only be applied to what I feel for you."

"I love you, too."

He had asked Spock if he wanted to spend the rest of their leave in Riverside and he had said yes. So they had left San Francisco. As much as he had enjoyed being alone with his beloved Vulcan in their little bubble of deep emotional connection and mind-blowing sex, Kirk needed to be more involved in overseeing the repairs of the Enterprise. Oh, he read every report Scotty had sent him, sometimes video calling the Chief Engineer to discuss minor alterations that could improve the ship's efficiency. However, reading was not the same thing as being there in person. The progress was astounding. He couldn't be more proud of Scotty and his team. And he told him exactly that as soon as he saw him.

"Thanks, Captain. She'll be ready two days ahead of schedule despite those last minute modifications to your quarters."

"You're the best, Scotty. I don't know what I would do without you."

"I don't know what I and the entire crew would do without you, sir. Thank you for..."

The older man looked away, tears in his eyes. He dried them with his uniform sleeve and then turned his gaze back to him.

"You're a braw Captain, sir."

Uncaring of the audience, Kirk pulled him in for a hug and kissed the side of his head.

"And you're the best engineer in the whole galaxy. Our lady is in good hands."

He stepped back from Scotty and then gave a little chuckle to lighten the mood. God, even after all the pain he went through he was still so fucking soft. Get yourself together, James Tiberius Kirk.

"Can I see the bridge? I miss it so much."

"Of course. Ensign Perkins will escort you."

"There's no need. Spock's with me. You have my back, right?"

The Vulcan arched his left eyebrow when he winked at him, clearly unimpressed by his lack of decorum. But now he knew for certain what he only suspected back then. Spock's raised eyebrow was the equivalent of a Human eye roll.

"I always have your back, Captain."

"Awesome!"

Kirk clapped him on the upper arm playfully, a shit eating grin on his face, and then left the engine room without glancing back. When he entered the turbolift, Spock was right behind him. He touched the back of Kirk's hand with the tips of his fingers, a tender gesture that spoke more than words. Kirk smiled at him, eyes incredibly tender, and then laced their fingers together.

"I'm okay, T'hy'la. I'm just a little overwhelmed, that's all."

"Your love for your crew and your ship is one of the many things that makes you an exceptional commanding officer. It is also a source of enormous strain."

"But it's worth it. They're worth it. They're my family, Spock. I don't mind being responsible for every single soul aboard this ship. It's not a burden. It's a privilege."

"Jim..."

Spock brought his other hand to Kirk's face and cupped his cheek gently, the coolness of his palm was soothing and made him sigh in contentment.

"Enough of this sappy shit. There's something I want to try."

Spock quirked one corner of his lips in amusement, his dark brown eyes full of fondness.

"What do you have in mind, ashal-veh?"

"Can't you read my mind?"

"No. Your shields are remarkably strong."

"I had a good teacher."

He knew Spock could easily shatter his mental barriers, but the Vulcan would never do that to him or anyone.

"Don't worry. You'll like it."

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"Sit down and let me suck your cock."

"Choosing the bridge for sexual activities is unwise."

"But you'll let me suck it anyway, right?"

Spock sat down on the Captain's chair and spread his legs wide.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Kirk grinned shamelessly when the Vulcan arched his left eyebrow in a way that showed how unimpressed he was. He knelt between his legs and ran his hands up and down Spock's strong thighs. Then, without looking away from his dark brown eyes, Kirk unzipped his pants with his teeth. He smirked when Spock gasped softly.

"You can't resist me."

"I could resist you. But at the moment I do not wish to."

"Yeah, sure, whatever..."

Kirk and Spock were completely alone. Scotty and his team had no scheduled repairs on the bridge that day. That meant no interruptions. Maybe he could ride Spock...

"Jim, no."

"What?"

"We are not going to have intercourse on the Captain's chair."

"You said my shields were strong."

"The eyes are the window to the soul. And yours are very expressive, the window always wide open, making your shields ineffectual."

"Did you just quote Shakespeare?"

"It seemed appropriate."

"A guy is about to give him a blow job and he quotes William fucking Shakespeare..."

But Kirk was smiling like a romantic sap.