A/N: Yes, I do realize that there are many changes in the point of view and that this is a very poorly thrown together piece of fiction but I'm too tired to care. So knock yourselves out.
PS Leah, here be drunk Spock just for you :) And I even tried to make him cute. And probably failed. Oh well. I'm going to bed 'cause it's 4:46 am. Love you :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of importance.
Child
By: Rachel LM
Jim leaned his very drunk second in command against the wall outside the Captain's quarters. So maybe the close to a dozen chocolate milkshakes hadn't been the best idea when Jim had suggested that they go to a diner while they were on shore leave. Maybe the whole "Vulcans get drunk on chocolate" thing had just conviently slipped his mind. 'Yeah right, you did this to yourself'' he thought bitterly. He slapped Spock's hand away as it made yet another grab for Jim's belt.
"Spock, stop it. This is so not the time." He finished punching the code into the small pad next to the door and quietly thanked nobody in particular as the door to his quarters slid open. He hooked his hand back around Spock's waste and led him into the room.
He practically dragged the intoxicated Vulcan over to the bed and tried to dump him onto it, but Spock was clinging to him and Jim had to smile despite himself. Spock seemed to blush a little at the smile, his cheeks tinged with green and he clung to Jim tighter like a child attached to their dad's leg on the first day of school. "Spock, I need you to sit on the bed so I can get you changed out of those clothes." He gently removed one of Spock's hands from his shirt. Spock followed suit and moved his other hand. He let Jim help him sit on the edge of the bed and remove first his boots quickly followed by shirt and pants. Spock rubbed at his eyes with balled up fists the whole time. Jim decided that Spock reminded him of a small child once again.
Jim turned around to get a fresh shirt out of the set of drawers across from the bed. Spock reached out and fisted a hand into the back of the golden colored shirt. With a tug that no intoxicated person should be able to pull off, he pulled Jim into his lap. Wrapping his arms tight around Jim's stomach he whispered in his ear "I think the extent to which you care for me is cute, Captain."
Jim smiled and was ready to respond when he heard the softened breathing that told him Spock had fallen asleep. He shifted so he could lay Spock down before stripping down to his boxers and climbing into the bed to snuggle up to the inhumanly warm body. And if Spock wrapped an arm around him, he didn't say anything about it.