Jim beamed at Spock and slid forward, rising a little to press his lips to the luscious, if currently pouty, lips Spock offered.

He wasn't ready to address exactly what he was feeling right now, knowing this beautiful lady was Spock, feeling both the excitement of new territory and the familiar but no-less-exciting aura that filled his experience of "Spock" these days, but he knew those lips were soft and full, if initially a little unyielding beneath his. Jim didn't push it--he didn't pull away, but simply eased into the kiss, his technique familiar if the equipment wasn't.