Everything was calm on the bridge when Spock walked up to the Captain's chair. "Captain, I wish to speak to you about the events of last night."

"No need, Mr. Spock. I understand the situation," Kirk replied passively.

"Please, I do desire to speak with you."

"Go ahead. Speak!" Jim was in a bad mood after last night. He just couldn't shake the feeling that his feelings for Spock wouldn't go away. And, since he didn't try to come up with a more reasonable solution, he decided to ignore the Vulcan as much as possible in the hopes that he would somehow forget how he felt.

"I would prefer a more private setting, if you don't mind."

"Sulu, maintain course. Scott, you have the conn."

The two men entered the elevator and Kirk hit the "stop" button. "What is it that you wanted to talk about, Spock?" His tone softened greatly from what it was like on the bridge. Suddenly he felt like he was alienating Spock for something that was his own fault.

"I seem to have sparse memories from last night. Most of the memories which I can actually understand seem to be focused on you."

"Oh? And what would those be?"

"First, I remember holding you and whispering something into your ear. You wouldn't happen to recall what I said?" Spock's cheeks flushed the slighted bit green- hardly noticable.

"Well, keep in mind that you were... um... intoxicated and that I don't hold you accountable for anything you happened to have said last night." Kirk paused, waiting for a signal of recognition from Spock. He nodded his head and Kirk continued, "You told me you loved me. A few times, actually."

There was no hiding it this time. Spock's cheeks and ears turned bright green with embarassment. Sometimes even he couldn't hold his emotions in place. "Captain, I apologize. That was inappropriate behavior."

Spock looked so humiliated that Jim reached out to comfort him. He rested his hand on Spock's arm and he said, "Spock, I understand. There is no reason to apologize."

"I don't believe that is true, captain."

"Go on, Spock," Kirk saw Spock's expression soften and he slid his hand down Spock's arm and gripped his hand.

"Though I was intoxicated when I told you that, it was not... exactly... untrue."

Kirk adjusted his hand on Spock's to touch their first two fingers together and slowly took small steps closer to Spock, who was already standing against the wall of the elevator. "Go on," Jim whispered softly.

"Captain-" Spock paused. "Jim. I," he paused again. Clearly this was not easy for him, "love you."

"Yes Spock. I know," Jim whispered, leaning tenderly into the Vulcan. "I know."

Spock brought his lips to meet the captain's, and although he had never before understood this human form of kissing, he started to see the appeal as his captain's lips moved gently against his own.

Kirk brought the hand that was being used to hold the elevator up to embrace Spock's neck, forgetting entirely that now the elevator could open up for any crew members.

Spock brought his free hand to Jim's waist and instinctively pulled him closer. The both of them were wholly engulfed in the moment and didn't notice in the slightest when the elevator doors slid open.

McCoy stood outside the elevator, his eyes widening when he saw what was going on inside the elevator. "Jim," he gasped.