a K/S Novel
by
Kathy Tipton
Everything done. Everything perfect James Kirk punched the button one last time and sat back feeling satisfied. Everything done, he thought, nothing on the desk, all shipshape. Nothing left in his 'to do' pile. For a paper hating man, it was a great feeling....
He sighed. The ship, even Spock showing signs of softening up more than usual of late.
Why just last night in the gym when he popped the Vulcan on the butt, Spock hadn't been mad, even allowed the humor of the situation to show in his brown eyes, if just for a second before he'd stiffened into his Vulcan cloak of respectability.
Kirk smiled, thinking of the sight even as he flushed. He refused to consider the reason for the heat racing then and now through his body as he had been ignoring the signals his body had been sending for some time now....
