Despite the fact he had sent a fast comm to Spock telling him to meet him outside of the conference room, he couldn't wait. The knowledge of what Jim had told him, the need to know what had happened down there, the need... the need to find out if they had turned against him at all. He was a captain, he was strong, but that didn't mean he had doubts. Concerns. Worries.
Kirk's fingers flew quickly over the small console just outside the door, inputting his own personal code, and stepped inside--
...........
Every. Thought. Stopped.
Jim (ohgodhot) was forced back against the table, bent back a little with their lips pressed together. Spock was gorgeous, they both had long, flowing hair. Spock's hands were under Jim's shirt...
The door shut behind him, but Kirk didn't move. Or... breathe. If he did, he was pretty sure that if he did breathe, the image would shatter and he'd have imagined it all.
Re: Conference Room - Deck A
Kirk's fingers flew quickly over the small console just outside the door, inputting his own personal code, and stepped inside--
...........
Every. Thought. Stopped.
Jim (ohgodhot) was forced back against the table, bent back a little with their lips pressed together. Spock was gorgeous, they both had long, flowing hair. Spock's hands were under Jim's shirt...
The door shut behind him, but Kirk didn't move. Or... breathe. If he did, he was pretty sure that if he did breathe, the image would shatter and he'd have imagined it all.