[Risa, Day 3] -- [Suraya Bay] -- [Spock and Kirk]

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After making plans with Spock and definitely having worked on his tan, Kirk showered, got himself cleaned up, and dressed. A casual sort of button up shirt and dark jeans, something simple and easy for vacation, but if the place was a little fancier, it'd be fine buttoned up fully. He left the top buttons open, for now.

Without the cycle swiped by Bones, Kirk left early so he could walk into town. Not a long walk, about fifteen minutes, but it was made easy by getting a ride from a group of very lovely ladies. He made his goodbyes (not before slipping them his comm information with a promise for fun), and walked along the boardwalk. Almost on intuition, thinking about the dream last night, he stopped in a store briefly and made a quick purchase. With the bag in tow, he headed for the bay proper and looked for Spock.

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Kirk had to remind himself Spock would NOT be doing such things as a come on.

"You up for a walk before dinner?" Kirk suggested lightly, shoving his hands into his pockets, the bag dangling from his wrist. It was a little awkward, mostly because he wasn't sure how to deal with Spock in an off-duty manner exactly, but fuck he was gonna try. It was a challenge to be met.

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He looked up from the white sands to Jim, dropping his hand after running it through his hair for the final. Better, but there were still angles he knew weren't supposed to be there. Spock nodded once to his question. "Would you like to walk north or south?"

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Kirk gestured into the distance, where the jetty was he had spotted. "That way." Not knowing which direction it actually was.

He took his time walking, just going at a lazy sort of pace. "So how did dinner with Uhura go?" He asked as a curious opening, wondering. He knew so little about their relationship, but honestly was glad Spock at least had someone that loved him like that. Would be good for Spock... not so alone.

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"Well." Remembering last night brought simple, welcome warmth up into his thoughts. The sand shifted slightly under their footsteps. "After all of the events that have occurred, it was pleasant to spend the evening with her, without the concern of other appointments following it."

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The next statement flowed out of Jim without even thinking about it, "So, did the night end in the hotel?" Eyebrow waggle included.

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He glanced sideways at Jim. This behavior was entirely unsurprising, and yet he had failed to predict his exact question. "That is none of your concern."

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That just made Kirk laugh and he waved a hand, "Just teasing, just teasing." He offered a grin in return. "I'm glad you're enjoying shore leave, that's all. You two need more time like this."

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"We all require more recreation time." Spock looked ahead of them, where the jetty intersected the shore and curved out into the ocean. "Though, you are correct: Nyota and I would enjoy more time together, without our outside obligations." It had always been something to work around, either in the Academy--his teaching, and her classes, not to mention ethics--and now they were officers with a ship to run.

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Kirk stepped out onto the jetty, keeping his eyes straight ahead. "I guess everyone needed this." He said quietly, "Know I sure as fuck did. Damn Klingons."

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He almost found it--rather amusing, that Jim managed to appear as if he was blaming all of the trouble he had gone through, all of the stress he had to deal with, on simply the Klingons. Spock knew, of course, that he himself had been the cause of a great deal of it, but was oddly content to let the comment slip by without correction or inquiry for clarification. The sand shifted less under their feet, packed tighter by artificial means. He glanced down to the bag that Jim had in his possession. "...What are you carrying?"

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"Mm? Eh, just something I thought I'd pick up." Kirk lifted the bag for a moment, then gestured. "Let's have a seat." He stepped up onto the rocks that formed the jetty, found a stone big enough for them both, and plopped himself down. Still dry, the tide farther out.

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After a pause, and a few ginger steps follow Jim, Spock sat down beside him, still holding his own refined grace. In this case, enough for them both. He kept his gaze on the distant waves, and waited for Jim to answer his previous question with a straight answer.

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Kirk reached into the bag he had brought with him and pulled out a beer, twisting it open and taking a slow sip. "Figure I'd offer but, you want one?" He tilted the beer in Spock's direction.

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"No, though thank you for the offer." Spock preferred to limit his alcohol to special occasions where he couldn't logically refuse it. He wondered if that was all Jim had brought.

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Kirk leaned back a little, staring out over the ocean, thinking silently for several moments. "So what are your plans for the rest of shore leave?" He asked, keeping it simple for now.

He pulled out something else from the bag. It was a small plastic container. When he popped it open... freshly dipped chocolate strawberries. Dark chocolate ones. He tucked it between them so it wouldn't fall, and popped one out.

He bit into it, his eyes closing. Fuck, if he was wrong, who cared? They were fucking perfect.

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At first, he had watched him open the container because of his innate curiosity, and now he was watching Jim because he simply could not turn away. The dark chocolate he recognized. The strawberry he recognized. The chocolate on said strawberry he definitely recognized and with something he wouldn't quite call fondness or yearning. He had eaten it before. He had enjoyed it. But he was not ignorant of its effects on his mind.

Now he was mentally stuck, watching Jim move his lips over the succulent fruit and chocolate, eyes closed as if that was something else entirely than what it was. Spock also knew that Jim didn't do things like this, totally at random, targeting the one physical weakness he actually had--unless someone told him. With a little bit of thought, he compiled a list of suspects, now slightly annoyed, almost a little defensive.

But he still wanted one.

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Kirk pulled the strawberry away from his lips and licked them, letting out a breath. "Would you believe?" Chew, chew, swallow, "I had a dream about these? Seriously, I had this dream about chocolate covered strawberries and a buncha other weird shit, and saw them when I was coming here... fate conspiring me to get them." Meaning it very seriously, too. He laughed and glanced over to Spock (Whoa, he was being watched with a very strange look).

"Sorry. You want one?" He lifted up the container and offered it over.

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He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and the chocolate was sure to hit his bloodstream immediately upon swallowing, and it would only take another eight point two seconds for it to get to his brain.

But here they sat, both of them making an honest effort not to kill each other, annoy each other, point out each others flaws. Not engaging in blackmail or extortion, or pulling rank, and while Jim was still making strange sexual comments and gestures, Spock had told himself to accept it as an immutable part of the man's very fibre of his being. It would be illogical to destroy this fragile attempt through some worry that he could not hold his chocolate.

"Yes." That came out softer than he intended. Spock reached down and took one from the container. Once he had it in his hand, he could divert most of his attention away from Jim, eyes focused on the fruit held between his fingers. He did not eat it in the way that Jim had--sucking, eyes closed, chocolate on his lips--a combination of movements that was...unnecessary. No, Spock took a little bite, enough to get the chocolate and the strawberry underneath, but leaving plenty left for subsequent bites. Taking it slow.

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"...so, plans?" Kirk said quietly, watching only for a moment as Spock ate before turning his attention to his own strawberry. The next bite he chewed more slowly, enjoying the mixture of chocolate-sweet and fruit-sweet. He had seen, heard it in a dream.

Just wasn't sure if he was crazy and this was all bullshit.

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Spock didn't answer his question immediately, preferring to savour the chocolate taste on his tongue, mixed with the cool sweetness of strawberry. "...I do not have a clear itinerary planned out, though I do plan to visit the subterranean gardens before we leave." Scientific things--though Spock wouldn't look at it in that way. "My counterpart has also expressed a desire to have dinner with me, either with Nyota and perhaps his bondmates." It did not sound as odd, given what the man had done for him since their last conversation. "Decisions for the remainder of the time will be left until later." Playing it by ear.

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"Actually, Spock contacted me too about dinner." Kirk thought about it, rubbing the back of his neck after putting down the beer bottle. "Need to talk to him and Jim." A hesitation. Did Spock even know that ... shit, he hoped Spock didn't know about that night.

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His casual bite of the strawberry, without any outward recognition to his words mentioning the elder Jim, suggested he did not know about the awkward evening between the two captains. Though the memory of the last time he had seen the elder Jim did coil a warmth in the pit of his stomach that was not entire simple. He blamed it on the chocolate, which by now--yes--was metabolizing through his body.

"Perhaps it would be more efficient if our dinners occurred on the same evening?"

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Kirk's immediate reaction was to agree, but then he actually thought about it. Did he want to go and speak with them with Spock there? With Uhura there? So instead of ready agreement, he chose to say, "I guess we'll have to see how it plays out."

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A noncommittal response. Spock was enough of a diplomat to know what was behind that tone and those words. "We shall." He finished the strawberry, since the last bite of the fruit did not have as much chocolate as the ones before.

He reached for another strawberry treat without asking, and his first bite was slightly larger than the last one. Dark chocolate always seemed to get better with progressive bites, a strange phenomenon which, in turn, required more trials in order to draw a conclusion from it.

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Kirk's eyes did not leave the ocean beyond them, frowning a little. "...I've made my choice on Pike." His tone said it was definitely the one in the brig. "...No matter what, it's the wrong choice. There is no right choice."