I do not own! Just a drabble for your brief amusement. Word Count: 296
"My Towel"
Spock had just taken a shower in his and Jim's shared bathroom, so he was only clothed in a single towel, hair still dripping, as he entered the captain's quarters. Although it was illogical, every time he thought of their bathroom he felt a warm ripple of happiness run through him. The closest explanation he could think of had something to do with domesticity and belonging and he preferred not to think of it too often because this happiness sometimes impaired his ability to think clearly.
"Spock!" his bondmate called out, eyes wide.
"Yes, Jim?" he asked, feeling his face flush a little at the steady downward gaze of the captain.
"You're wearing my towel."
"I fail to see the significance of which particular towel I choose to use."
"Mine is yellow, yours is blue," Jim said in a tone of voice one might use to tell a child that the sky was blue in the instance of an atmosphere comprised mostly of nitrogen and oxygen.
"I will substitute a blue towel for this yellow one if it will please you, however I believe it is a waste of resources and time which-"
"No, by all means, keep it on," Jim said as a smile crept across his face. "Seeing you in my color is kind of hot."
"If it pleases you so," Spock smirked almost imperceptibly, walking toward the captain until they were face to face, "I believe I will continue to wear 'your towel.'" He hooked an arm around Jim's waist, hand flat on the small of his back, and pulled their bodies close. Jim leaned in, lips brushing the shell of a flushed green ear, fingers tugging at the edge of the yellow towel.
"On second thought, let's lose the towel."
