The Perfect Day (Star Trek: TOS story)

K/S Fanfiction
Title:	The Perfect Day
Author(s):	Lee Owers Sansome
Date(s):	1993
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Genre:	slash
Fandom:	Star Trek: The Original Series
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The Perfect Day is a Kirk/Spock story by Lee Owers Sansome.

It was published in the print zine First Time #37.

Summary

"Kirk treats Spock to a perfect day and then for dinner takes him to an exotic restaurant where he has “something special” for Spock."

Reactions and Reviews

A perfect day's outing on K'u'htan with his captain, but Spock must maintain his controls. I appreciate a subtle hint such as this of Spock's feelings in the very beginning of the story. Sometimes one can read many pages of a story before getting any idea that there are other feelings below the surface of their interaction.

A lovely dinner with an attentive Kirk makes Spock worried, suspicious of Kirk's motives.

Spock's anguish was done very well. During the course of the evening, his anxiety and worry turn distinctly uncomfortable and then into panic. First worried that Kirk wants to indulge in his typical shore-leave activities, he then thinks Kirk and the hostess have something going, then is appalled to think Kirk has arranged a prostitute for him. No matter what, he is hurt, thinking KirK should know so very well how uncomfortable he is about situations like this. And this is not even to consider Spock's feelings for Kirk, of which he believes Kirk unaware. Unbearable moments continue to pass, Spock is in one of the upstairs rooms alone, having been unwilling to breach the societal etiquette by not showing up for an arranged liaison. His back to the door, he hears his companion come in and smells... male! He is even more humiliated, thinking Kirk is making assumptions about his preferences. Painful drawn-out wondering. His back still turned, he declines the companion's company. Then: "I don't think you mean that, Spock." It's Kirkl Spock thinks Kirk might be mocking his v feelings, but Kirk admits feeling the same. Sigh... Spock says, I cannot have only one night.. Kirk is surprised and aroused at Spock's assertiveness after the first light kiss. I don't think Kirk would tongue Spock's ear during the very first moments of their very first physical contact. Nor does it usually seem likely they would fuck immediately. The sex is pretty nice, sweet, but there is not much shown us about their feelings. I liked reading this, for my pleasure, but don't believe Kirk would torment or tease Spock so mercilessly about such an important thing. It would seem this Kirk is mindless of Spock's sensitivities, and that is clearly not Kirk. Inappropriate slang, I think: don't fob me off.

In a perfect example of Kirk’s thoughtful nature, he has planned a day filled with Spock’s favorite things and Spock becomes more and more relaxed and comfortable as the day continues. Until Kirk insists they go inside a very ostentatious establishment. The author very skillfully portrays Spock’s uneasiness as he picks up on the sounds of laughter inside. His reluctance is no match for Kirk’s persistence and he enters, only to find Kirk greeted by a female who is obviously acquainted with the human. He finds the open admiration on Kirk’s face unbearable, but there is no way out.

Things conspire to convince Spock Kirk’s intentions for the evening involve something more exotic than himself. “Now the thought of those last few hours in Kirk’s company brought only pain. They had been so good — but they had been a sham.” Again he is faced with disappointment, loneliness, and typical of Spock, shame. This depiction of Spock as a person who is acutely uncomfortable in situations demanding personal interaction always strikes a chord with me and here it is done with touching clarity.

Naturally, our favorite Vulcan was off course. There was no planned rendezvous, except the one planned with Spock. It was all part of a day-long seduction of his soulmate. Every detail was poetically described and the scene well set for the slow, hot loving which was, for Vulcan and reader alike, the perfect end to a perfect day.