Author's Note: For Team Spones as part of livejournal's Ship Olympics at st_respect. Set post-film. Unbeta'd.
Prompt: Regret was illogical.
Disclaimer: Characters mentioned are used without permission and are trademarks of CBS/Paramount/Gene Roddenberry. I do not own them and am simply borrowing for my purposes. Please don't sue.
The Hangover
The morning hurt. Spock wasn't quite certain how this was possible, but he suspected it was related to the chocolates the aliens had insisted on sharing with them.
Massaging his temples, he started to get up only to find an arm slung around his waist and his body pulled back against another.
A myriad of images and feelings, blurry and intense, were fed to his brain. At the forefront were lust and sex—messy, violent and passionate. Fascinating if unexpected.
Well. Regret was illogical.
Spock turned over to face the man whose bed he was sharing. "Good morning, Dr. McCoy."