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James T. Kirk will never forget his first kiss from his husband of thirty years, S'Chn T'Gai Spock. It happened during a mission on a frozen world, where they were the only survivors of a shuttlecraft crash. The conditions outside were dire—a blizzard raged, and their best chance of survival was to stay inside the shuttle and wait for help.
Compounding their predicament, the shuttlecraft's heating system was nonfunctional.
They huddled together under a blanket, shivering. Kirk offered his jacket to Spock, who insisted he was adequately warm, despite the cold.
They remained wrapped in the blanket for the next forty-eight hours, exchanging confessions of love until Spock initiated their first kiss, much to the surprise of Kirk.
Their lips met slowly and tenderly, deepening into a more passionate kiss.
Spock was the first to lose consciousness. Just as Kirk felt himself slipping away, the transporter beam returned them to the Enterprise, safe and sound.
Now, thirty years later, they reminisce about that first kiss in front of a fireplace on a cold winter night in an isolated cabin near Banff National Park.
"Remember our first kiss, Spock?" Kirk asked, holding two hot cups of tea before offering one to his husband.
"I have an eidetic memory, Ashayam. However, even if I did not, it would be illogical to forget such a significant moment in our lives," Spock replied quietly, lovingly.
Kirk smiled, touching his lips and closing his eyes as he cherished the memory.
Spock cupped Kirk's face and drew him closer. "It was like this, Jim." He gently pressed his lips against Kirk's before they parted.
Before long, they made their way to the bedroom and closed the door.