Title: After the shifts
Series: Star Trek XI (Although I think it technically could be TOS too)
Main pairing(s): Kirk/Spock (established relationship)
Warnings: Umm... Overly cuddly? I am not in charge of any diabetes, brain meltings, or sugar highs this poor excuse of a fic may cause.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything I write about. This includes characters, places... and everything else. All I do own is a stupid imagination that kicks in just when I least need it and has run far far away when I need it most. Thank you.
Author's Notes: Just a cute and cuddly drabblett I felt like writing, nothing much. Please enjoy, comment and review~
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Spock was lying on the double bed, reading a data padd, when the door to the quarters whizzed open. He didn't take his eyes off the screen, but he could hear foot steps wandering around their office before taking the bedroom as their final destination.
"Welcome back," he said to the man walking through the door, his eyes still not drifting from the padd. "You must feel tired. After the Klingon attack you insisted on staying for three shifts in succesion-" A soft thump and a sudden warm weight on top of his stomach made him pause and look down at his captain and t'hy'la.
There was a short silence.
"Jim? What are you doing?" Spock asked, setting the padd aside on the night stand and placing his hand on his captain's forehead. Jim made a small humming noise. His eyes were closed and his lips curled into a content smile when Spock scratched him behind the ear. Sometimes the human reminded him a lot of a cat.
"I'm using your stomach as a pillow," Jim said and turned, his ear pressed to Spock's side.
"I can see that," Spock said. "What I don't see, however, is the purpose of such action."
Jim snorted, and Spock's stomach felt funny when his head moved. "It's called cuddling, smart-ass. It doesn't have a purpose. Well, aside being close to one another."
"Ah, yes. You humans tend to have a desperate need for recurrent physical contact," Spock said, still scratching Jim absentmindedly. Jim snickered.
"Shut up. I know you like it."
"I never said I didn't."
They were silent for a while, Spock petting Jim's head and Jim simply enjoying the closeness. Then the human opened his eyes.
"I can hear your heartbeat."
Spock raised his eyebrow, his eyes still closed. "I would be worried if you didn't," he said and Jim laughed.
"That's not what I meant." He sighed contently and closed his eyes again, relaxing against Spock's cool stomach.
"I like it."
And with that they fell silent once more, and Jim was lulled to sleep by Spock's soothing hand and the steady beating of his heart.
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