[ Throughout the years of his life, and much of that time spent observing his parents in their marriage, he has learned a great deal of what is expected of him in a partnership with a human woman. Logic would dictate that over the course of time that their relationship has been cultivated, noticeable patterns would emerge and be available as guides to follow. At times, that is very much the case, but in others, clues as to what course of action to take are sparse or inadequate.
More than once, he has sought advice from other members of the crew. Even Dr. McCoy, but has been met with a similar response many times: women, especially human women, are a mystery that one cannot solve. A typically frustrating response, if Vulcans could indeed feel such a thing.
However, he knows the significance of dates of merit. And while he had set aside the evening in favor of meeting Nyota, he had hardly expected her to put forth such effort for another year past that they have been in a relationship with one another. It is a curious thing to expend such energy for a singular day. But if there is anything he has learned from the Captain and his queries, it is that such things are "better left unsaid".
Still, at the request to join her for the evening, he had changed out of his duty uniform, and into one of the civilian outfits he had brought onboard, and chimed the door to her quarters. If there was the faintest upturn at the corner of his mouth, it was something reserved only for her, and he knew it would not be mentioned. He had a small cloth satchel in one of the pockets of his trousers, but kept it safely there until such time it was appropriate to share.
As they came to the door to the recreational suite, Nyota requested he remain outside with his eyes closed, and though it would have looked strange to any passing crewman, he dutifully did as he was asked. It was unlikely they would be disturbed at this, and so whatever concern there was for questions asked was quickly dismissed. Hands clasped behind his back, he simply waited in silence until she finished whatever preparations she was attending to, and unclasped his hands in order to allow her to lead him into the room.
It showed how much he did care and trusted her that he allowed such contact at all. There was a warmth to the contact brought on by emotion that he did not delve further into with senses alone. He would prefer to read it on her face once he was allowed to open his eyes once more. ]
I believe the word surprise would also have sufficed in the moment, though it hardly carries the same sentiment in regards to the occasion. [ A scant amount of humor? Never. Possibly, but only for her company. Others aboard ship would hardly allow such a slip. But she leans up on her tiptoes in order to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he tilts his head down enough to reciprocate before surveying the room.
She has expended quite a large amount of energy and resources for this, and his first instinct is to categorize all of the items mentally so that he may write out the reports at a later time. Then he remembers that now is hardly the time for such matters, and refrains from thinking on it further for the moment. ]
well you never know. : p
More than once, he has sought advice from other members of the crew. Even Dr. McCoy, but has been met with a similar response many times: women, especially human women, are a mystery that one cannot solve. A typically frustrating response, if Vulcans could indeed feel such a thing.
However, he knows the significance of dates of merit. And while he had set aside the evening in favor of meeting Nyota, he had hardly expected her to put forth such effort for another year past that they have been in a relationship with one another. It is a curious thing to expend such energy for a singular day. But if there is anything he has learned from the Captain and his queries, it is that such things are "better left unsaid".
Still, at the request to join her for the evening, he had changed out of his duty uniform, and into one of the civilian outfits he had brought onboard, and chimed the door to her quarters. If there was the faintest upturn at the corner of his mouth, it was something reserved only for her, and he knew it would not be mentioned. He had a small cloth satchel in one of the pockets of his trousers, but kept it safely there until such time it was appropriate to share.
As they came to the door to the recreational suite, Nyota requested he remain outside with his eyes closed, and though it would have looked strange to any passing crewman, he dutifully did as he was asked. It was unlikely they would be disturbed at this, and so whatever concern there was for questions asked was quickly dismissed. Hands clasped behind his back, he simply waited in silence until she finished whatever preparations she was attending to, and unclasped his hands in order to allow her to lead him into the room.
It showed how much he did care and trusted her that he allowed such contact at all. There was a warmth to the contact brought on by emotion that he did not delve further into with senses alone. He would prefer to read it on her face once he was allowed to open his eyes once more. ]
I believe the word surprise would also have sufficed in the moment, though it hardly carries the same sentiment in regards to the occasion. [ A scant amount of humor? Never. Possibly, but only for her company. Others aboard ship would hardly allow such a slip. But she leans up on her tiptoes in order to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he tilts his head down enough to reciprocate before surveying the room.
She has expended quite a large amount of energy and resources for this, and his first instinct is to categorize all of the items mentally so that he may write out the reports at a later time. Then he remembers that now is hardly the time for such matters, and refrains from thinking on it further for the moment. ]
Happy Anniversary.