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Sorry for the long wait. This is going to be short and sweet And much different than those before.

Don't Want to Close My Eyes

Jim was curled into Spock's embrace, his head resting on his chest with their limbs tangled together. It was the most comforting moment Jim could ever remember. His t'hy'la, that is the new word Spock had taught him, had succumbed to sleep over an hour ago, yet the human, who should have need more rest than the Vulcan, was still awake. The delicate cadence of Spock's breathing was a lullaby, his soft skin intoxicating, the warmth radiating from his higher body temperature a cloak of protection.

Though he dared not move his head to look upon Spock's face, he knew that he was content. He could feel the emotion buzzing around in his head, calm seeping into every corner of his conscience. Spock had once told him that Vulcans did not dream, but he believed that half-Vulcans did, and this one in particular was dreaming about him. More warmth than a thousand suns exploded in Jim's chest at that realization – he made Spock happy and content.

Happier than he had ever been in his life and feeling truly loved for who he was, Jim snuggled closer to Spock, taking in his scent and committing it to memory. This was home – in Spock's arms. Closing his eyes, he felt all tension drain from his body and the gentle call of Spock's mind to slumber. Jim fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

~PB~

Spock awoke at 0337 with a one hundred kilogram body with a temperature of thirty-seven degrees Centigrade wrapped around him. He frowned at his ingrained technical response to his t'hy'la. It would have been much more conducive to sleep had Jim kept on his side of the bed. It would have been more logical if Jim had also used a pillow and not Spock's shoulder. With their limbs tangled in such a fashion, it was likely to cause cramps and the duvet had been pulled astray. It was a highly illogical position in which to sleep.

However, Spock had never before been at such peace. While his Vulcan side was clearly shocked by the 'human-ness' of the situation, he could have stayed like this forever. Jim was blissfully sleeping practically on top of him and it was barely close enough. Life before his t'hy'la had been shades of gray, but now in the darkness of his room he saw his life in full color. He was sorely offended he had fallen asleep for such a long period of time and wasted the precious moments having his love in his arms.

The sleepy pull of Jim's mind against his own iron will was resolute. Jim wanted Spock to rest and not to move away. Spock would not have moved if Klingons were attempting to tear him away. This was where he belonged. An outcast on both his home worlds had found the only refuge in the universe – James T. Kirk's love. He stayed motionless and soon the ease of sleep regained its hold, pulling him down into a dream intertwined with Jim's fancy.

At exactly 0530, a pair of ice blue eyes met a pair of honey brown; they could not stay asleep any longer for fear of missing the other.

A/N: Thanks for reading

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