"Since when was I ever normal?" he asked him, the tone suggesting he was affronted that Spock would suggest anything of the sort for him. Kirk? Normal. Never. He was extraordinary, and everyone knew it.

He shook his head, going back in for another kiss, slower this time, taking the moment to taste the Vulcan's lips, really feel them against his own and let himself drift in the warmth of the bond he could feel thrumming between them in a high, choral note to his ears.

"I'll always run, you just have to keep up," he murmured. "I'm not a man for settling down."