Author: Cait N.
Title: MIS-understanding
Series: TOS
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Codes: Christmas, humor
Rating: R
Summary: Spock still doesn't quite grasp some human holiday
traditions.
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters, I just borrow them on
occasion.
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Beta: Big thanks to my husband, John, for ironing out the rough spots,
and Farf for her comments and encouragement!


"MIS-understanding"
by Cait N.
copyright Dec. 2003


"Mmmm, that was nice," Kirk commented, lost in the afterglow of some
of the best sex he'd ever had.

"Indeed," Spock agreed. He tucked Kirk in closer to his side and
idly stroked the other man's arm.

They were entwined on Kirk's bed, full of holiday punch, decadent
desserts, and Christmas cheer. They'd left the party as soon as
decorum allowed, both eager to start their own private Christmas
celebration. Spock didn't observe the holiday, even though he was half
human, but Jim seemed to enjoy it so much, he'd relented and joined in
the festivities. Uhura's singing hadn't been too bad, even when
accompanied by Chekov and Sulu, and the crew had seemed to relish the
break in routine. He imagined that being far away from family at this
time could be somewhat lonely and depressing.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"I was thinking about the party tonight," Spock confessed. His
hand wandered to Jim's bare chest. He loved the different feel of it
-- such a contrast to his own hair-covered torso. However bare Jim's
chest was, his bush more than made up for it. Sometimes when Spock had
his face buried between Jim's thighs, he thought he was being
smothered by a sehlat.

"Yeah, it was good, even though it had its moments." Kirk pressed his
crotch against Spock's leg, rubbing against him. Even after only a few
short minutes, he could feel himself getting hard again.

"Moments?"

"Like Scotty spiking the punch with that scotch, and the mistletoe
being stolen."

"Captain," Spock started, but Kirk interrupted him.

"When you call me that, in the bedroom, I know something's up."

Spock tried again. "Jim, I have a confession about the mistletoe."

"You took it?" Kirk raised his eyebrows. "What kind of naughty idea do
you have this time?"

"I didn't just take it, Jim, I ate it."

"Ate it?!" Kirk sat up in bed. "Spock, why?"

"I believed that if it's aphrodisiac powers were so great that people
kissed when just standing under it, logic dictates that it would
be more potent if it were ingested."

Kirk started to laugh.

"I fail to see the humor."

"Oh, t'hy'la," Kirk wiped tears from his eyes. "First of all, I don't
know how it would affect Vulcans, but mistletoe is slightly toxic to
humans when ingested. Secondly, that mistletoe you ate was plastic!"

Spock raised his right eyebrow. "That _would_ explain the strange
aftertaste."

THE END