Captain Kirk lifted his third glass of eggnog to his smiling lips, but
froze before he could gulp it down. *Dammit!* he cursed to himself.
He'd left Dr. McCoy's Christmas present back in his quarters. He
looked around at the rest of his crew enjoying their holiday party.
Well, it wouldn't be too much of a problem to leave for a moment and
retrieve it. He'd just duck out and back before he had a chance to miss
"Be right back, Scotty, I forgot Bones's present," Kirk called to his
approaching friend as he held up one hand. He started to leave the
"Cap'n!" Scotty called after him just as he was leaving. "Ye've got a
piece of confetti in yer hair."
"Huh?" Kirk called back, pausing just under the doorframe. "Thanks!"
He stood there, patting his hair for a moment.
Spock had been on the other side of the room tinkering with the music,
but when he noticed Kirk leaving he made his own way toward the door.
Crew parties were still not his element, and he tolerated them for
Jim's sake. If Jim was leaving, even for a moment, he'd rather tag
along silently than try to make conversation with whomever decided he
was next on their dance card for punch conversation.
He made his way toward the door, and Jim, seeing him coming, waited
with a charming smile.
At the same time, Nurse Chapel was approaching the rec room, decked
out in the fresh uniform she'd changed into after a very drunk Chekov
had spilled punch all over her. She was still so distracted from the
experience that she didn't seem to notice Kirk and Spock standing in
the doorway until the last minute.
To make matters worse, the doorway decided at that moment to start
sliding shut, and when it hit Chapel's back, it only stopped instead
of receding. It left Kirk sandwiched in between an embarassed
Christine, and an even more embarrassed Spock, and they were all three of
them thoroughly, thoroughly stuck.
"Oh! Oh," Kirk muttered, trying to shift out of the mess they were in.
He could sense Spock's anxiety, and he could see the anxious look on
Chris's face. Holiday spirits were sinking, and he had to think fast.
Then he looked up.
"Hey. Look up," he said gently. Chapel's face upturned, and Kirk felt
the movement of Spock's nose as the Vulcan, too, tilted his head. They
gasped almost in unison when they spotted the mistletoe some creative
soul had placed there with tender loving care.
"Mistletoe," Chapel murmured.
"A parasite," observed Spock. "Yet humans attach to it a romantic
association I do not understand."
"You don't have to understand it," Kirk shushed him. "Just enjoy it!
Come on." He reached behind him and squeezed Spock's thigh
affectionately. He knew Spock wouldn't mind terribly; to most people,
it would probably just look like he was struggling to free himself. In
reality, he was in no hurry. Spock's body was pressed tightly to his
back, a treasured sensation Jim wasn't usually offered in public, and
Christine's lovely, full bosom was pressing deliciously into his
Christine opened her mouth with an expression of motherly
remonstration, about to give him cause to pause, but something in his
sunny face made her relax and accept his embrace. He pulled her face
to his and deposited a few little kisses on either side of her mouth
before smooching her for real. And all the time, his hand remained
possesively on Spock's thigh.
"Mmm," she mumbled wantonly when he pulled his mouth away from hers
with a small tug at one lip. She had definitely loosened up a little
since a minute ago. He squeezed her middle as best he could in the
strange position they were in, and leaned back across Spock's
shoulder. They nuzzled their faces together at the cheek for a moment,
not able to kiss, really, but Spock nipped at his ears and neck.
It was heaven, really.
"Now you two have to kiss," Jim pointed out through the daze of
carefree pleasure in his mind.
Spock raised one eyebrow at Christine. He was relieved that Jim was
there. Somehow, in the presence of his t'hy'la, he was not as
terrified of her touch. Everything was all right. Jim would protect
him from whatever he'd been anxious about. His mind could remain at
ease in the shelter of its other half, and finally allow him to
physically appreciate the pretty nurse.
Nearly crushing Jim in a very pleasing way as they craned their necks
toward each other, Spock and Christine brought their faces together
and kissed daintily. Jim was dizzy with delight. He was surrounded by
everything nice--what a wonderful way to spend Christmas Eve!
"Cap'n! I got the door fixed," called a hearty brogue.
Kirk's eyelashes fluttered as his two companions peeled themselves off
of him and let the door open all the way. "Thank you, Mister Scott,"
he mumbled, nodding his head professionally. "What was I-- why was I
leaving in the first place?"
"You were goin' ta get Dr. McCoy his Christmas gift," Scotty said
There was a chuckle from the dessert tray. "It's okay, Jim," McCoy
kidded, his blue eyes twinkling and his smile almost crackling like
the sparks of a fire. Kirk could tell from his amused expression that
he had seen everything. "I think I've had my present already!"