Spock One-Shots

Moondance

(A/N- This takes place three days after the end of Star Trek Beyond. The leaders of Yorktown decided to reward the crew of the Enterprise by hosting a dance in their honor. )

You tuck a loose strand of your (Y/H/C) behind your ear and bite your lip nervously.

"Relax, (Y/N), you are the by far the prettiest girl here."

Your friend, Kirk, motions to the party going on around you.

The large room is illuminated by a few chandeliers and and it is filled with an assortment of people. The air is hot and sticky due to the large population.

That was only half of the reason you were currently fanning yourself with your hand.

The other part is due to nerves. You had never really been big on parties. You always felt slightly out of place.

After a moment, you give up on fanning yourself and realize that it is making no improvement to your temperature.

"Spock won't be able to keep his Vulcan eyes off you," Kirk adds, downing a cup of punch.

"Shh! Jim, could you be any louder?" You hiss, glancing behind you-half expecting Spock to be standing there. Luckily, he wasn't.

"You are the only one I have told that...you know..." you mumble.

"What, that you are in love with Spock?" Kirk asks, smirking in amusement.

"Yes! And I am seriously regretting it!"

Kirk pretends to look hurt and offers you a cup of punch, which you accept while scanning the room for a certain pointy-eared man.

Eventually, you spot him talking to the mayor of Yorktown. He looks almost angelically perfect. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, his chocolate eyes glint intelli- Stop!

You mentally slap yourself. Forget about him, he has no emotion. He will never feel the same way you do. You take a sip of the punch.

It tastes too sweet, almost like honey. You frown and set it down.

As if on cue, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see Ensign Jackson. You put on a fake smile and say "hello Jackson." He bows and extends his hand.

"Lets dance, (Y/L/N)." He more instructed than offered.

You turn around and look for Kirk. He is gone.

Isn't that typical?

While you do not care for Jackson, you see nothing better to do so you reply "I would love to."

He leads you onto the dance floor as a faster dance comes on.

He grabs you roughly by the waist and pulls you close. Wincing, you put your hands on his shoulder and hand. While he is an excellent dancer, he lacks grace and with every turn, he seems to pull you even closer until your faces are mere centimeters apart. After what seems like years, the song ends, but he doesn't let go.

You frown and try (in vain) to pull yourself away. He smirks, his blue eyes glinting darkly.

"Let me go." You say through gritted teeth.

"Actually, (Y/N), I will not." His large hand begins to slide from your waist down. You try to pull away again.

"Ensign, would you mind if I cut in?" A voice says from behind you.

Jackson's eyes widen and he immediately releases you.

"Yes, sir. I mean, no sir." He stumbles to find his words.

Jackson rushes away and you turn to see your "rescuer". In spite of yourself, you gasp.

It is Spock.

The corners of his lips curl slightly. Extending his arm to you, he asks, "Miss (Y/L/N), will you do me the honors of having​ this dance?" Not trusting your voice, you simply nod.

He gently takes your waist and puts his warm hand into yours before leading you in the Waltz. Spock's movements are precise and graceful, making you feel clumsy in comparison.

"Commander, you are an excellent dancer," you breathe.

"Thank you Ensign (Y/L/N), as are you." He responds, meeting your gaze.

"Commander, you can call me (Y/F/N) if you like." You offer, biting your lip hopefully.

"Of course, (Y/F/N), and you may call me Spock," he replies, still looking into your eyes.

Much too soon, the Waltz ends. Spock releases your waist and the two of you separate. Without Spock's hand in yours, it feels cold and empty. You turn to leave but feel a strong, but gentle hand grab your wrist. You turn to face the Vulcan.

"(Y/F/N), may I speak to you outside?" He asks softly.

Again, not trusting your voice, you nod and follow him out one of the side-doors and into the courtyard.

The full moon shines brightly, gleaming off of the trees and plants in the enclosed courtyard. in the dim light, you can just barely make out the form of Spock a few feet in front of you.The noise of the party begins to disappear. The two of you walk silently down one of the sidewalks. After several moments of silence, Spock stops suddenly.

He hesitantly takes your hands in his.

"(Y/F/N), I have suppressed emotions my entire life. My elders have taught me that it is disgraceful to express any feelings, but..." He looks into your eyes.
He appears scared and ashamed.

"Whenever I am with you, I feel. I feel warm and...content. Am I wrong to feel?" He asks, looking at you, his dark eyes looking into yours hopefully.

"Spock..." You do not know what to say.

Hurt flashes in his eyes and he lets go of your hands, thinking he has offended you.

Quickly, you add "I feel the same way about you. I have for two years."

He takes his eyes away from yours and reaches down for your hand.

He softly touches his pointer and forefinger to yours; a Vulcan kiss. You smile broadly and look into his eyes.

You reach up and cup his face in your hands, he does the same to you before pulling your face to his, your lips brushing. Finally, you close the gap and kiss his lips. They are soft and fit perfectly in yours. He kisses you back and grabs your waist, pulling you closer. Your hands go up to his black hair. After a minute, you pull away and smile up at him.

Little do the two know that the exchange was being closely monitored by Kirk and McCoy, a few feet away in the bushes. Smirking, Kirk extends his hand to McCoy who, grudgingly, puts several bills in his palm, silently vowing never to place another bet against Kirk.