Title: Chess in Five Dimensions

Fandom: Star Trek TOS

Genre: Romance

Pairing: You're kidding, right?

Summary: A quiet moment leads to something more. K/S.

"Checkmate." A brilliant, soft smile graced Jim's face as he moved his knight.

"I fail to understand how you continue to defeat me," Spock grumbled good-naturedly, a little less stoic and controlled than he'd be in the presence of others.

"Well," Jim said, his grin turning somewhat sly, "A master never reveals his secrets; besides, I'm sure you'll figure it out...eventually."

"Very well, Captain." Spock quirked his lips upward in an almost-smile.

"Another game, my Vulcan friend?" Jim murmured, leaning forward. His change in position gave Spock an eyeful of the line of his shoulder, and the 'V" of his clavicles deepened perceptibly.

Spock knew quite well that this was Jim's next move in a far more complex game, one that they had been playing for years.

It was infinitely more complicated that three-dimensional chess, steeped in the histories of both their species, in their own personalities, and in the emotions that Spock should probably be better at controlling.

It was Spock's move, now. Like he always did, he considered the situation and his choices, and then made his decision.

Pushing the chessboard to the right, he also leaned forward, brushing his lips against Jim's. Drawing back a hair's breadth, he murmured, "Perhaps, Captain, if you wish."

Jim's breath hitched, but, impressively, he remained in control of himself. He leaned in and returned the kiss, gentle and inquisitive. Instinctively, and with all the certainty of such instincts, Spock reached for his hand, caressing it with his own in a Vulcan kiss.

Lust and deep, enduring emotional affection flooded from the captain, waking the same feelings deep within his core.

Both kisses grew more urgent and needy, and Spock moaned, irrationally hating the table they were sitting on opposite sides of. He grabbed Jim by the front of his shirt and dragged him over the offending piece of furniture.

"Oh, God, Spock, Spock..." Jim's voice had gone low and husky.

"I believe..." Spock whispered, voice shivering, "...That this is..."

Jim finished for him: "...Checkmate."

~end~

Author's note: God, I love these two and their flirting!