Spirk: Huggle

I have become obsessed with Spirk lately! Anyway, the original pic ([link]) inspired me to do this. All copyrights go to *Landersova

EDIT: I've been reading a K/S fanfiction and I found a scene in this piece called "Finding Trinity". The story begins here ([link]) and below is what I found:

Spock regarded his Captain with a curious sensation. It took him a moment to understand that the emotion he was experiencing was pity. He did not know much of Captain Kirk's past, nor did he know a sufficient amount of Commodore Mallory, and the role he had played in the Captain's life, but from the little Captain Kirk had communicated, Spock understood that this was a man who had had a great impact on the Captain's existence.

Caught between compassion and a feeling of great curiosity, Spock merely stood there for a moment, as Doctor McCoy led the unfortunate man's son from the room. Suddenly, he and the Captain were alone, and Captain Kirk's shoulders were shaking. Almost instinctively, Spock moved forwards.

The Captain must have heard his footsteps, for they seemed to awaken him. Shaking his head, he stood up, and, slowly, he turned.

His cheeks were streaked with tears. Spock, who for weeks had sought to contain even the slightest indication of feeling, felt his barriers crumble, and he stepped forwards and placed a hand gently on the Captain's arm.

"I am sorry," he said quietly, his words muffled strangely by the breathing mask he wore.

Captain Kirk did not respond, though he met Spock's gaze with an expression so uncharacteristically helpless that Spock had to utilize all his remaining willpower not to close the final distance between them and fold the Captain in his arms. Instead, he said,

"The Commodore, he was … your friend?"

Kirk's breathing was fast and shallow. It was as if he had suffered a physical blow. Moving suddenly forwards, he grasped Spock's other arm with his free hand.

"Spock ..." he said, the word stunted and full of pain. "I – can't …"

And for once, Spock did not think. All he knew was that he wanted Jim's pain to go away. All he knew was that he wanted to help. They were already so close, much too close, and Spock moved his arm, wrapping it tightly around Jim's back and pulling him to his chest. And then Jim's head was on his shoulder, and Spock's hand had moved, as if of its own accord, to the back of Jim's neck, resting there as if it belonged.

Jim returned the embrace, wrapping his arms around Spock, and his breathing gradually slowed, calmed, as Spock's pulse involuntarily quickened. No, he told himself firmly.

For a full minute, they stood still, arms wrapped around each other, until, alerted by a set of footsteps, the Captain pulled back. Spock instantly let his arms drop to his sides and attempted to regain an expression of neutrality, though he knew the effort he was making was rather a poor one.