One Man's Meat...

A K/S story by Slasherfem (Ida Vega-Landow)
Summary: Kirk and Spock agree to meet for dinner and Kirk must bring a covered dish.
♥♂♂♥This material contains slash (gay luv), but is all rated PG.♥♂♂♥
Captain Kirk paused outside the cabin door holding the Tupperware bowl in his hands. He hoped the salad inside would prove satisfactory to his Vulcan friend; when Spock had invited him to dinner in his quarters after today's duty shift, it had been so sudden that Kirk hadn't been able to think of a thing except: //I'm going to be alone with my friend at last! What better way to tell him I love him then over a romantic meal?//

Then Spock had told him "Since I will be preparing the main dish, would you be good enough to prepare the salad, Jim?"

Kirk's first impulse had been to panic; he ate very few salads, usually as a side dish to meat or pasta, and had no idea how to make them. But knowing Spock was a dedicated vegetarian, he was determined to make a salad that would please even a Vulcan's finicky taste buds. So, after putting in a special order to the ship's Hydroponics section and looking up his mother's favorite recipes in his Home Correspondence file on his personal computer, he managed to come up with a salad recipe that he was sure would knock Spock's socks off. Hopefully, the rest of his clothing would follow.

Balancing the opaque bowl with the bright yellow cover in the crook of his left arm, he carefully lifted his right arm to press the door buzzer. The door whooshed open, revealing Spock in a comfortable- looking lounging outfit made of black silk. "Thank you for coming, Captain. Please enter."

Kirk entered the dimly lit cabin eagerly, holding his dinner offering in both hands. The smell of incense filled the air. Spock waved him over to the table, which had been covered with a white cloth and set for two, with a single round, thick yellow candle burning in the center. The ceramic candleholder it was resting on was ornamented with delicate, pale yellow flowers at the base. A closer look revealed that they were ceramic, too, part of the design that had been sculpted into the clay, meant to catch the wax drippings. A bottle of red wine and a corkscrew sat next to the candle. As Kirk was setting his salad dish on the table, Spock went into a little alcove off to the right and emerged holding a covered roasting pan.

"This has been in the slow cooker all day," Spock informed him. "I usually use it to prepare bean dishes or rice with vegetables for myself after a long duty shift. But knowing your tastes in food tend towards the carnivorous, I decided to prepare a portion of animal flesh." Setting the wide, flat pan on the table, he lifted the lid to reveal a generous-sized porterhouse steak, covered with gravy, with a few small, roasted potatoes on top.

"Thank you, Spock, it looks delicious!" Kirk exclaimed. "I know it couldn't have been easy for you to handle meat. I hope this makes up for it." He took the lid off his salad bowl and presented his carefully prepared salad: a whole avocado, cut into four slices, laid on a bed of Romaine lettuce, garnished with red onions, cherry tomatoes and croutons, sprinkled lovingly with olive oil and white wine vinegar.

"That looks as delectable as your steak, Jim. You do know that avocadoes are considered as much of a delicacy on my home world as steak is on yours?"

"Yes, I noticed that you only eat it on special occasions. Whenever we eat out in some fancy restaurant, you always order avocado, the same way Bones always orders Southern Fried Chicken and I always order steak. Well, I wanted tonight to be a special occasion."

"Really, Jim? Would you tell me why?" Spock's serious mien was at variance with the look of affection in his warm, brown eyes.

"I imagine it's the same reason you went to so much trouble to prepare steak, even though you don't eat meat. And the same reason you're wearing that sexy outfit." Kirk smiled broadly at his friend, who modestly bowed his head and folded his arms over the portion of his hairy chest that was revealed though the front of his black silk kimono.

"I simply prefer to be comfortable at the end of the day. I also wished to create a relaxing atmosphere for you as well."

"So I noticed." Kirk looked around appreciatively at the low lighting, the carefully prepared steak and potatoes on the perfectly set table, the bottle of red wine. Then he noticed that the smell of incense was coming from Spock's sleeping alcove behind the privacy screen. The soft, red glow therein was from the firepot beast, which served as an incense burner for meditation as well as symbolizing the hearth of home to all spacefaring Vulcans. "Spock, were you planning on going to bed early?" he asked mischievously.

"As a matter of fact, I was," Spock admitted. "I also planned to share a special dessert with you after dinner. I was able to obtain fresh strawberries and heavy cream at the last space station, so that we could test a theory which I overheard you discussing with Doctor McCoy the other night in the officer's lounge."

"Oh? Which theory was that?"

"The one where the good doctor asked you if fresh strawberries and cream taste better when eaten in the nude. You stated that it depended upon whom you were eating them with."

"Really? Well, I'll be happy to help you test this theory after dinner, Spock. I hope that sexy outfit of yours is easily removable."

"I will allow you to remove it yourself," Spock told him in a baritone rumble that sounded like a deep-toned purr, "provided you would allow me to assist you in removing your uniform."

Kirk smiled as he reached for the wine bottle and corkscrew. "Spock, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

END

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