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COFFEE KLATCH
By Ster Julie

Rating: PG
Codes: S/Mc, K

For Janet

--ooOoo--

"Coffee, Spock?" Kirk offered as he poured himself a cup from the enameled pot in the campfire.

Spock flicked the briefest of glances at Leonard, comfortably stretched out before the fire.

"Please," Spock answered.

Leonard stole a glance at the Vulcan. /What is he up to?/ McCoy wondered.

"How do you like your coffee?" Kirk asked innocently.

Spock shot another glance at the good doctor.

McCoy spewed coffee at the fire as he choked on a mouthful of the brew. /Don't you dare!/ he sent Spock.

"Bones, what's wrong?" Kirk asked in concern. "Are you okay?"

"Too much whiskey in the coffee," Leonard wheezed out.

"Well, take it easy," Kirk chided. He turned back to Spock with a proffered mug.

"How did you say you take your coffee, Spock?" Kirk asked.

Spock couldn't suppress a small grin, as he thought about his favorite way of "taking" coffee. He took delight in the memories of waking his Leonard with a steaming mug, finding the doctor adorable with his sleep-tousled hair and muzzy mien. And he savored the memories of the taste of coffee on his beloved's lips.

Spock warmly gazed again at McCoy who a raised a warning eyebrow to the skies. Kirk puzzled over the look he had seen pass between the two as he continued to hold the tin cup out to Spock.

"Black will be fine, Jim," he finally responded as he took the cup, keeping his fire-sparkled eyes on his Leonard for that first sip.

FIN

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