It was two fingers brushing against his as they lie in bed, simple and barely noticeable. But to Jim, it was everything.
It was a wave of warm, unbridled emotion washing over him. There were hints of uncertainty, twisting around strands of hope. The pure, chaste hope one feels when they throw all caution out the airlock and let it happen. He felt pulses of regret, that this should have happened far sooner than now.
But pushing its way through all of those feelings was the complete and utter elation. Overwhelming jot flood his veins and stung his eyes and it spread his mouth into a wide smile.
Jim looked to his side, eyes locking on Spock's. He could feel the other's joy, but nothing would ever compare to seeing it.
With two nervous – and one relieved – smiles, their fingers intertwined.