Kirk, McCoy - I keep a close watch on this heart of mine (Johnny Cash – I Walk the Line)
The harsh sound of labored breathing was all that punctuated the silence and the chill of the room began to creep in on frigid feet as sweat cooled and heart rates slowed. The blankets had long since been expelled from the bed and neither could summon the energy or drive to move enough to locate them, nor could they yet trust the steadiness of their voice to cajole and tease the other to take up the task.
After several silent minutes, Leonard could feel the bed begin to shake with Jim's silent laughter and he managed to summon the ability to crack his eyes open and glare at the other man.
″Somethin' you find funny, Jim?″
″Knew I'd get you into bed someday, Bones.″ Jim curled onto his side and slung one long leg across Bones body. ″Didn't think it'd take a malfunctioning transporter and a blizzard to ultimately make it happen though.″
Leonard released small huff of laughter at the note of petulance in Jim's tone. ″Had to make you work for it a bit, Jim. You know what they say about the best things being worth the effort.″ He couldn't resist the small squeak of protest that escaped when Jim buried his face – cold nose and all – into Leonard's shoulder in search of warmth. ″Brat.″
He raised his hand to Jim's head, intent on pulling the other man off, but couldn't resist the urge to card his fingers through the thick hair, brush a bead of sweat from the back of his neck. How the hell had the kid gotten this far under his skin?
Jim finally gave up the attempt to burrow into Leonard for his body heat and crawled to the end of the bed to retrieve the massive pile of blankets and return them to their proper place.
″Know what would be even better?″ he said with his characteristic Kirk grin splashed across his face in all its glory. ″If it took Scotty all night to fix the transporters.″