Hey guys! Welcome to the twenty fourth installment of my 'Under the Mistletoe Series Part Two'
What is this series? Well, around this time six years I got the song 'Holly Jolly Christmas' stuck in my head and wrote eleven drabbles based on kissing underneath mistletoe, and each one was for a different ship. This year I decided to do a Part Two and really challenge myself by writing something for each day from 1st-25th December. So twenty five ships, all kissing under mistletoe, like my own personal advent calendar as it were. Each one can be read alone. I know that not everyone is going to want to read every fic in the series, but I hope that you find them all enjoyable regardless, I know I certainly had fun writing them.
While this and the other Spirk story in this series can be read alone, this can also be read as a sequel to the other one. Just one more day to go! I just had to write a Spirk Prime story, they give me so many feels! I hope you like it ^_^
Enjoy, much love xox
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It was the first Christmas that Jim had been returned to him, the first one that he would truly celebrate since Jim's 'death.' Jim hadn't died though, he had been trapped in the Nexus, and it had taken Spock decades, a jump in timelines, and the help of his younger counterpart to retrieve his long lost T'hy'la.
None of that mattered now though, because Spock had Jim back and their bond was as strong as ever. Now Christmas was coming, and Spock wanted it to be a special one.
The Enterprise would be close to New Vulcan during the Terran holiday, and Sarek was going aboard to visit his son. Spock had arranged with his counterpart (and the Captain) for himself and Jim to come aboard also. He wanted to recreate their first Christmas together from all those years ago.
"Are you ready Jim?" Spock called out from the kitchen.
"Yes ashaya, I'm coming. Are you going to tell me where we're going now?" Jim asked as he lugged a duffel bag up the hall.
"You will see soon enough," Spock gave his version of a smirk and then turned to the comm on the wall, "Two to beam up," he told it. He had just enough time to see Jim's look of surprise before they turned into particles and reformed in the Enterprise's transporter room.
"We're spending Christmas on the Enterprise?" Jim asked excitedly.
Spock nodded, "Yes, tal-kam."
Jim offered the pointer and middle fingers of his right hand to Spock, who met him with a Vulcan kiss, "I love you."
"And I you k'diwa," Spock responded, completely aware of the Enterprise crew that were watching them, however Spock had stopped caring about such things the moment he'd had Jim returned to him. They had too much time to make up for to keep their relationship as private as it once had been.
"Uh, welcome aboard sirs," Scotty greeted hesitantly; obviously uncertain if the moment was over.
"Thank you Scotty, it's great to be back," Jim was ecstatic, Spock could feel it through their bond; he hadn't been back aboard the Enterprise since he'd arrived in this timeline.
Spock inclined his head towards the engineer, "Thank you Mr. Scott."
"Greetings Ambassador and Captain," the younger Spock welcomed them with the ta'al.
Spock acknowledged him also with the ta'al, "Apologies for making you uncomfortable, we will only be here a few days, I hope that you can-"
"There is no need to apologise, I understand. It is life altering to have that which is most precious to you returned," the first officer remarked, his voice and stance unwavering.
"Where's the Captain?" Jim asked, readjusting the focus of the conversation.
"He is in a meeting with Starfleet Command, the Captain has asked me to show you to your quarters and he will catch up with you later."
"I don't miss those, that's for sure," Jim laughed as he linked his arm with Spock's.
"There was no point in you attending those meetings; you never listened to them anyway," Spock teased, beginning to follow his counterpart from the transporter room.
"Hey, that's not entirely true, I listened…I just did what I knew to be best for my crew and ship," Jim defended
Spock huffed, "And look where that got you…"
"In your arms?" Jim teased with a flirty grin.
"While technically true, it was not what I was implying, and you know it," Spock still brushed their fingers together anyway.
"I have set you up here," the first officer announced loudly, intentionally interrupting the older pair, "myself and the Captain are located just up the hall if you need anything."
"Thanks Spock, I'm sure that we can entertain ourselves until dinner if you have other things to do," Jim assured him.
The younger Spock nodded, hands clasped behind his back, posture as perfect as ever, "I do, the Captain and I will meet you for dinner at 1900 hours in the mess hall."
As the first officer left, the pair let themselves into their quarters and put their bags down. Jim sighed contentedly as he sat on the bed and looked around the room, while Spock unpacked a couple of necessary items.
"Still so similar but so different," Jim commented, "it feels almost strange to not be in the Captain's quarters."
"You would not be satisfied there either as it is not our Enterprise," Spock reminded him, as he came to stand in front of his bondmate.
Jim reached for his hands and Spock allowed him to grasp them in his own, "I suppose you're right," he confirmed, his eyes on Spock's hands, "I doubt that either Kirk or Spock would appreciate the things we would do in there either," Jim leaned in to press feather light kisses to Spock's fingers.
"Ah, of course, I am sure that they have that covered for themselves," Spock responded knowingly.
He allowed Jim to give thorough attention to each finger, palm and wrist, slowly working him up until Spock took Jim to bed like his husband obviously wanted.
Some time later, Spock knew that it would be up to him to get them up and ready for dinner.
"We should get dressed tal-kam, or else we shall be late for dinner," Spock announced, while Jim leisurely kissed up the Vulcan's shoulder and neck.
"I could just have you for dinner instead," Jim insinuated, barely pausing to speak.
"Jim," it was all Spock needed to say.
"I know, I know. I'm getting up," Jim pressed one last kiss to the tip of Spock's ear and left the bed.
They'd already taken a shower after their activities, and so dressing was a quick task. They were ready to go and out the door heading for the turbo lift within minutes. The older couple spotted the younger pair as soon as they entered the mess hall, sitting at a table already, and made a beeline to join them.
Though it was a touch strange to talk and laugh with a younger version of himself (and Spock), Jim enjoyed the four of them having dinner together. He wished that it could be a more regular occurrence, but the young ones had space to explore, and Spock had Ambassador duties on New Vulcan. It wasn't like they could just go gallivanting through space whenever they wanted anymore.
They talked for a few hours, until Jim began to yawn and Spock requested that they retire to their quarters; getting old was a drag. They had hardly gotten under the sheets before Jim was already snoring quietly on Spock's chest.
Christmas morning started with a wake up blowjob, which Jim had wanted to reciprocate, but Spock had assured him that there would be plenty of time for that later in the day. Instead they made it to the mess hall in time to eat breakfast with most of the crew that they were familiar with, and Sarek.
"Captain, is the request I made earlier still feasible?" Spock queried, finishing his cereal.
Jim glanced at his husband, curious as to the request Spock had made.
"Of course, you can use the same override code as for your quarters," Kirk assured him as he stood, wiping his mouth on a napkin, his own Spock stood also, "time for shift change. You two have a fun day, we'll see you tonight for the Christmas party."
"It is greatly appreciated," Spock acknowledged, "I will ensure that we are in attendance."
"Don't get into any trouble, I want to go to this party," Jim laughed. He knew that Spock would reveal his request to the Captain soon, so he didn't bother to question his bondmate about it.
Spock waited until Jim had finished his pancakes and was ready to leave the mess hall before standing and bidding the others farewell. Once they had left the mess hall, Spock asked for them to go for a stroll. Jim wondered if this was a part of whatever Spock had orchestrated.
They walked seemingly aimlessly for a while, and then Spock begun to make deliberate turns, leading them somewhere particular. Spock was confident in his plan for Jim, but there was always that tiny shard of doubt that could niggle it's way in.
Spock stopped in front of a door and turned to Jim.
"Observation Deck B…" Jim stated with a pleased smile, "you know Spock, I think that old age is turning you into quite the romantic."
"I do not believe that my age has anything to do with wanting to gratify my husband," Spock protested before turning to input their code into the door.
Once inside Spock overrode the door so that they could be undisturbed for as long as they wished. Jim wandered over to the huge windows and stared out at the stars; there was nothing quite like being in space, it was where he belonged.
Spock watched his bondmate, knowing how content he was, he could feel it through their bond. Jim would always yearn for space and Spock would take them off planet as often as he could, but coming home to the Enterprise would always being special. Even if it wasn't their Enterprise, they had still fallen in love and cultivated a life together on this ship, and it was something that had withstood many tests and challenges over numerous years.
Spock reached into his pocket and retrieved a small piece of festive plant that he had replicated while Jim had been in the shower that morning. He waited to catch Jim's eyes in the reflection of the glass before speaking, "You lost me once, and for that I cannot express how sorry I am, especially after experiencing it for myself. This," he held up the sprig of mistletoe as Jim turned to face his husband, "helped us to reconnect in the past, I thought it appropriate now, as a continuing symbol of our ability to find each other no matter when or where we may be, and of just how special our bond is. I will always love you James Kirk, merry Christmas."
A tear threatened to spill down Jim's cheek as he took the few steps to be encased in Spock's arms and kissed him firmly, passionately, feverishly, like it was the first time all over again. Memories of their time together flowed through the bond, and when Jim was too breathless to continue he realised that they both had tears of joy in their eyes.
"I love you Spock, not even death can keep us apart T'hy'la," Jim croaked.
They spent the next few hours exploring not the stars outside the window, but the bright shining light that they had discovered in each other, something that meant more than anything that could be seen with mere sight.