Rendezvous

T'Len

2003

 

 

 

Series. TOS

Pairing: K/S

Code: PG-13

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Summary: A dance and his results

 

Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. For all errors, blame me.

 

 

 

Soft music came out the computer. A rhythm, that was something seductive, magic, that seemed to whisper ’come to me’. Obviously Jim also felt it, because he teetered with his feet. 

 

Following a sudden impulse – he wouldn’t be able to say where it came from – Spock rose to his feet and extended his hands.  “Would you like to dance?“, hardly audibly the question was whispered. 

 

And yet, Jim understood immediately. Without hesitating he reached for the hands and let himself led into the middle of his cabin. Only a small part of him was surprised about that, what just happened. 

 

It seemed so unbelievable and yet so obvious - Spock dancing with him through the room, so far the limited space allowed it. He gave himself easily into the leadership of the Vulcan, without problems with the unaccustomed passive roll. Their bodies touched each other – so as if they had been determined for that. 

 

The Vulcan also did not question their actions. Logical thinking didn’t existed any longer, only the ban that the melody wove. Whether an unknown composer had created this music on a nameless planet or someone with a large reputation – he didn’t know it. He only knew that he was not able to act differently then he did just now, that he was magically driven by this music. 

 

Time seemed to stand still, the universe around them had hold the breath. They floated like weightless, entirely melted to the magic of the music, living at the very moment, without concrete thoughts, not asking any question about the why and what, without worries about the future. A lived dream. 

 

And then the music stopped abruptly . 

 

Jim winked, when he extracted himself slowly from the magic ban of the music – or was it Spock’s ban?. Dark eyes looked questioningly in his. He saw no regret, no fear about his reaction, only hope. 

 

The time, that they stood so quietly observing each other, seemed to stretch to eternity. And yet those quiet looks said more than thousand words ever would be able to do. 

 

It was Jim who finally broke the quiet. „I didn’t knew that you can dance“, he said.

 

Spock smiled – one of those rare, shy smiles that Jim hit deep in his heart.  „There is much more that I can and that you don’t know yet.“ He stepped closer again.  „For example kissing.“

 

TBC?