Author: Tonati
Pairing: K/S
Rating: G, ER, Vignette
Series: TOS
Summary: Spock thinks Earth holidays might not be too bad, after all.
Disclaimers: Wish I may, wish I might... but, alas, they are not mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Notes: English is not my native language, please be gentle with me. Unbetaed, all errors are mine.
Spock found himself in the middle of an Earth holiday. He wondered once again why humans needed so many celebrations. Most of them were too close to overwhelm him with their exhuberance.
//It's a human trait, Spock.// McCoy had told him.
This time the initiative has been his, and Spock shook that mood from his mind as he surveyed his room. Everything was ready, it seemed, for the "drowning of the shamrock". A single eyebrow shot upwards at the term. The 3D chess set had been dyed. The black pieces were now a deep shade of forest green while the white pieces were of a lighter hue. Several sorts of traditional festive food were ready, if they would fancy to eat or to drink. Spock had appreciated the fact that, though it was supposed to be meat and alcohol consumption, several dishes were vegetarian. The colcannon being particularly attractive.
Spock was wearing an emerald robe with golden threads. Spock had refused to use the leprechaun icons, though the folkore about the creatures intrigued him some. His research had not been conclusive on which type of clover was the required "seamróg", so Spock had acquired one sample of the most representative trifoliate plants: Trifolium repens, Trifolium pratense, Yellow woodsorrel and even Medicago lupulina. The Vulcan inspected the shamrock ornaments on the walls and his analitic mind listed their characteristics, fascinated by some of the medical contributions of the blossoms.
Mental training kept his heart on the same beat when he heard his quarter's door chime. He could not say his stomach had benefitted with the training today, though.
Would he be fortunate and his desire granted? He would find out soon.
The Vulcan turned and observed how his friend, Captain James T. Kirk, looked around the embellished room Spock included.
"Top of the day to you, Jim." Spock welcomed his Captain and pinched him.
"Spock!" Kirk exclaimed startled. "What was that for?"
"You forgot to don the green, Th'yl'a" Spock explained patiently. The Captain was wearing his golden uniform.
Kirk looked at Spock, then at his tunic.
"As usual, you are correct." Kirk smiled. "I should rectify that."
James T. Kirk removed his upper garments and approached his th'yl'a. Strong arms embraced a green clad waist and light green arms enveloped a resplendent body; their mouths met.
As Spock deepened the kiss, he was certain: he had been lucky and the gold at the other side of the rainbow was now his.