Hello lovely readers!

As you can see easily when you look at the differences between the dates of the initial publishing and the updating of this little story, I'm a rather slow writer sometimes.

But! I've written a few more fluffy vignettes for our favourite triad and will post them in the next weeks surrounding the holidays as a present, once again, for the lovely Lauren from ussawesome on tumblr.

I hope you enjoy, darling! I hope everyone else enjoys, too! :D

Happy holidays to all of you if you celebrate any of them, and happy early winter days for everyone else. :)

Leonard had been fairly positive that he could handle this new and slightly crazy relationship with both Jim and Spock he had gotten himself into. Up until fifteen minutes ago.

Oh, the nights were delightful, and having a nice private dinner with them whenever their schedules allowed it didn't hurt either.

But this just now...

He found himself still staring blankly at the door of his office when Jim came by to collect him for dinner a few minutes later.

The cheerful greeting died on the captain's lips when he saw the state of his best friend (and recently also lover) and he rushed to his side at once.

"Bones! Bones, what is wrong, talk to me, mate!"

Leonard shook himself and then he gripped the front of Jim's shirt.

"Have you encountered any weird aliens today? Or were there any strange energy readings?" he demanded to know. Jim looked at him completely confused.

"What? No, we didn't meet anyone at all. And the readings were all normal."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! Why, what's wrong?"

Leonard shook his head in disbelief. "Spock is not himself! I thought he might be brainwashed by aliens or something..."

Jim snorted. "You are aware that not all foreign species we encounter are hostile towards us, right?"

Leonard frowned. "Yeah, but a great deal of them are. Honestly Jim, if it's not a nasty new disease one day it's some kind of evil scheme the other."

"Okay, back to the topic at hand: What was wrong with Spock?"

Leonard visibly shook with the memory. "He came in here some time ago, where I was innocently doing paperwork, thinking of no harm, walked right up to me, grabbed my face and snogged me! In plain sight! Where any of the nurses could walk in at any moment! Spock! And then he just smirked and left, the bastard!"

After hearing this Jim dissolved into laughter and had to brace himself against Leonard's desk not to topple over. The doctor was not amused.

"This is not funny, Jim! Spock doesn't do such things! He's always modest and discrete and so goddamn Vulcan about everything!"

"Yeah, except when he gets all feral and passionate in the bedroom, you mean?"

Leonard blushed lightly, but didn't let this deter him. "That's in the bedroom! As in private!" A thought hit him suddenly and he narrowed his eyes at Jim. "Don't tell me he did this before. Have you two been making out on the bridge?"

A faint pink crept up the captain's cheeks and his laughing turned to coughing.

"Oh my god, you really did. What did you think! Poor Checkov must be scarred for life!"

Jim looked scandalized. "You don't actually think we'd make out in front of the crew, did you? Of course we chose a quieter time than the middle of Alpha shift!"

Leonard was intrigued now. "I want details."

Jim grinned and apparently seemed to go over which stories to share.

"Well... contrary to what one might think, the Captain's chair can get quite uncomfortable after some time. Especially when you try out the more... acrobatic poses. Hmm... These railings are sturdier than they look, the glass walls, however... are not."

Leonard burst out laughing. "Did you break one of them? How did you explain that on the repair form?"

Jim shrugged. "That one of us fell, I think. You coming to dinner?"

Leonard spared one last glance towards his paperwork, then shrugged, too. "Sure. I'll never get anything done with the pictures of you two doing acrobatics on the bridge stuck in my head."

Jim waggled his eyebrows at him while he fell into step beside his CMO. "I think we can replace these figments of your imagination with something more … solid."

Leonard huffed an incredulous laugh and gave his captain a little shove. "Oh my god, stop it with the terrible lines! You're lucky you're hot, I don't know how you'd ever get any action otherwise."

Jim shrugged, completely unrepentant. "Scored me the two most handsome members of the senior crew, didn't I?" He sounded absolutely serious about that, too.

Leonard would probably take a long time to react with anything other than incredulity to such a statement about himself.

That didn't mean Jim wouldn't take any opportunity he found to hand out compliments to his lover and best friend.

As well as roping one very amenable Vulcan into helping him showing their affection for the good doctor in many delightfully physical ways later that night.

It was fortunate Jim and Spock had already moved into joint quarters with a decent sized bed, this allowed Leonard to just pass out where he was instead of trying to stumble back to his quarters afterwards. He fell asleep with gentle and skilled Vulcans hands cleaning him up expertly, Jim already softly snoring in his arms. The last thing he was aware of were soft lips pressing a kiss to his temple.

All in all, a quite successful evening.

Thank you all for reading, comments and thoughts are always welcome!

Please feel free to point out anything sounding funny, English is only my second language and I'm not always sure when it comes to the intricacies. Thank you!