I’m going to be out of cell range for the net few days, and earlier this week trekbedtimestories asked if anyone had any Spirk wedding written.  Well, I have stuff I wrote a year and a half ago and never published.  So I dusted it off and think I might pick it up again.  Here’s a little sample from the reception aboard the Enterprise:

The
music started, surprisingly festive — or at least not somber — compared to the
concert he’d heard on the planet.  And it
suddenly felt like a party.  People were standing
in groups talking and laughing while small bowls of iced fruit were being
passed around with tiny spoons —  savas
k’lvah Uhura had called it. Someone
placed a glass of champagne in Jim’s hand, and the weight of all the days of
preparation faded as he accepted well wishes from all corners.  Spock was beside him, focused on his own
conversation, when the sound of spoons clinking against the glass bowls started
up around the room.  

Spock’s
confusion was apparent.

“They
want us to kiss,” Jim leaned over to explain.
“It’s a tradition at Terran wedding receptions.”  When Spock merely raised an eyebrow, he
added, “They won’t stop unless we do it.”

Spock
turned to him, somewhat incredulously.  “They
are blackmailing us into exhibiting a public display of affection?” he asked.

“No,
no it’s just… well, yeah.  I guess you
could say that.  It’s just
tradition.  They’ll let it go if we give
in.”

Spock
looked skeptical, but as the clinking sped and was joined by whoops and
laughter, he looked at Jim with a resigned sigh and held up two fingers.

“I
don’t think this will work,” he chuckled as he lifted two fingers to meet
Spock’s in a Vulcan kiss.  

The
crowd stilled momentarily, but then the clinking resumed and chants of “Kiss! Kiss!”
echoed through the room.  Jim glanced
over at the Vulcans to see just how scandalized they were.  T’Pau’s expression was impossible interpret,
but both Sarek and Old Spock looked vaguely amused, their time spent around humans
clearly letting them know what was happening.
The others just looked mildly appalled, but really no more than usual.

Spock
stiffened beside him, and Jim decided enough was enough.  He held his hands up to get the crowd’s
attention and enforce a little decorum.
He was just opening his mouth to speak when Spock pulled him into a quick-if-not-entirely-chaste
kiss and then released him, stunned and breathless.

“We
will not be required to concede to that tradition again,” Spock said as
applause swelled.

Jim grinned, noting the green flush on Spock’s
ears.  “We’ll see.”