(Plot: Mobster Alt. universe, arranged couple, Kirk is forced into being the fiancé of his boss’ daughter to save the mob. unknown to Kirk, she is not who he thought she would be in bed. Not knowing how to deal with this, a certain Vulcan has to show him the ropes.)
"How am I gonna do this without screwing myself over in the end?" Jim asked himself as his partner in crime Spock cleaned and bandaged his scrapes and cuts from the night before. His, dare he say it, fiancé had given him one helluva night. Jim didn’t know how to handle a girl this rough in bed. Usually he was the one who was dominate under the sheets, but this was something different. She was rough, and by rough he means "break the iron bed frame and keep going just as hard" rough. He did not realize he had asked this a loud until Spock looked up and raised an eyebrow.
“While I do believe you would be a suitable partner for our employer’s daughter, I also believe your lack of experience will be your downfall.” He said as he repacked the first aid kit.
“Lack of experience?!” Jim exasperated, slightly offended and confused by Spock’s statement. “I think you are mistaken Mr. Spock. I’m pretty damn sure I’ve had more experience with women than you.”
That lead to both of Spock’s slanted eyebrows rising. “Sir, past events have shown that you lack the knowledge to court this woman.” He explained as he walked into the bathroom and placed the first aid kit back in its spot in the medicine cabinet.
"Well do YOU know how to deal with a dame who’s a freak in the sheets?" Jim asked as he stood up and slid his dress shirt back over his shoulders. His entire body ached and he was not looking forward to another night with her. Spock walked out of the small bathroom and to the mirror to adjust his tie. He had a subtle look of uneasiness in his eyes. Jim saw this through the Vulcan’s reflection.
“Well Spock? Do you?” He asked Spock turned to face him. There was a long pause that could have only been a few minutes that felt like hours.
Spock let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Yes Jim, I am…experienced in these matters.”
"Why didn’t you say so?!" Jim said with a crooked grin on his face. This could be his big break. If Spock spilled how he is able to get even the wildest girl to tremble under him, he could finally put this girl in her place.
Spock shifted his weight slightly, obviously a little uncomfortable with the conversation. “I did not think it was relevant. Considering that it is a private matter I do not belie-”
"Teach me." Jim cut him off and moved closer to Spock, almost forcing Spock to step back against the mirror.
"I beg your pardon?" Spock asked puzzled and tried to move away from his partner. Jim had a look on his face that was desperate with a hint of curiosity. Jim’s hands had curled around Spock’s tie and pulled the Vulcan’s head down so he could speak in one of Spock’s pointed ears.
"You heard me you green blooded devil." He whispered harshly in Spock’s ear. "Teach me every damn thing you know."
Spock unclasped Jim’s hand from his tie and held the human’s wrist with a grip that was slowly turning to iron. His eyes were dark and while not dilated as they usually were whenever he was aroused, they did show an unyielding need that bore into Jim’s hazel eyes.
"Very well. I will show you." His tone had deepend as a growl emitted from his chest.
