Disclaimer: Still not owning star trek :/ I do own a t-shirt though…
Jim blinked open his eyes blearily, attempting to see past the sleep induced fog in his brain. He felt pleasantly warm, and it took him a moment to remember why.
A flood of memories from the night before washed over him. Jim smiled as he realised why he was so warm, sighing in comfort as the arms wrapped around him tightened minutely.
"Good morning, T'hy'la," Spock's voice murmured into his ear, and Jim felt a spark of electricity shoot through his body. The Vulcan pressed a soft kiss to Jim's neck and the young captain smiled widely as he turned to face Spock.
The Vulcan's eyes were half lidded as he watched his captain, a molten chocolate colour. Jim felt a giddy happiness in his chest as he leaned forward, kissing his first officer gently.
One of his hands strayed to the Vulcan's side and he grinned as Spock's heartbeat hammered away under his fingertips. It was nice to know the feeling was mutual.
"We should probably get up," Jim murmured reluctantly, stealing another kiss and closing his eyes. Spock's chest rumbled slightly in agreement but neither made any move to leave, sinking into the kiss that was rapidly gaining heat.
Grudgingly, Jim leaned back to grin at the Vulcan.
"I thought you would be the responsible one," he teased.
"Perhaps you are a bad influence on me," Spock said, eyes flicking back to the other's lips. Jim flushed as his heart rate increased.
Hesitating for a moment, Jim sighed before half-heartedly shifting out of the Vulcan's arms. Stretching languidly, the blonde rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn.
Beside him Spock pulled himself up to sit cross legged on the floor, reaching across to snag the other's fingers in a Vulcan kiss.
"I…wish to apologise for the events of last night…" Spock said hesitantly and Jim's eyes furrowed at him.
"I thought I told you none of it was your fault?"
"Affirmative, however I was referring to my emotional compro-" Jim leaned over to cut the Vulcan off with a soft kiss, placing a hand on his cheek.
"Spock, I thought Vulcans were meant to be smart," he said with a smile, and the first officer raised an eyebrow.
"I do not see how-" Jim kissed him again with a grin, pressing his forehead to the other man's.
"You don't need to apologise to me. You should know why by now," Jim said quietly.
"Perhaps you should remind me," the Vulcan whispered, connecting their lips once more.
"I love you," the young captain sighed, pulling back to look the other in the eye.
Spock felt his heart flip as he stared into the blonde's cerulean orbs, bright with warmth and affection. He felt the beginnings of a pale green blush spread across his face.
"I love you too, T'hy'la," he responded, linking their fingers in a kiss. A slight crinkle appeared between Jim's eyebrows.
"What does that word mean? You've used it twice now," he asked, and Spock opened his mouth to reply-
…which is about when the cave began to shake violently.
Spock caught Jim as he stumbled before quickly shuffling them to the cave entrance. Loud snaps and cracks sounded from amidst the rumble of stone as large crystals shattered and splintered.
"It appears this planet also suffers from seismic activity, though our initial scans stated otherwise," Spock called to Jim, who was staring uneasily at the ledge in front of them.
"Awesome. Just awesome," Jim muttered irritably, brushing blue dust from his shoulders and hair.
So the way Jim saw it they could either stay where they were and get squished or they could attempt to climb back down the blue rock face. If they chose the latter the odds of slipping and falling to jagged rocks below was also fairly high, though not a definite.
Dammit, he thought to himself in annoyance.
"We're gonna have to go down, Spock!" he yelled above the loud groan of the tremors. Spock nodded, sliding off the cave ledge to grasp the shaking, honeycombed rock.
Jim waited a moment for the Vulcan to get a head start before doing the same, once more favouring speed over care.
Unfortunately, that was when his 'damn Kirk luck' finally seemed to run out.
Jim yelped as one of his handholds disintegrated, leaving him hanging by one hand.
"Jim!" Spock cried from below, and the young captain cursed softly as his only hold on the cliff face began to crumble.
No! I can't die here, not yet!
Gritting his teeth, the trembling stone finally gave way and he felt himself begin to fall.
Everything seemed to move slow motion. Rationally, Jim knew it only took a few seconds to become a splat on the ground, and yet time seemed to move slower. The young captain saw his life flash before his eyes in a heartbeat.
He had enough time to regret leaving The Enterprise after only a few years.
He had enough time to regret not being able to say goodbye to Bones and the rest of the crew.
He had enough time for his heart to break over leaving Spock so soon.
He had enough time to register the sensation of strong arms locking themselves around his chest as he fell.
Clutching the blonde to him, Spock shifted so he was below Jim, tucking the captain's head into the crook of his neck. Closing his eyes he prayed the added momentum wouldn't send them into the rocks below.
Jim gasped as they hurtled through branches and vines, crashing through the bright vegetation in a blur of colour before they hit the ground, the force flinging them apart.
Jim lay on his back wheezing, the impact leaving him winded. Gasping for breath, he rolled onto his side as quickly as he could, ignoring the aching and stinging all over his body.
Spock, I have to get to Spock, he thought in a rush, steadily crawling over to the motionless Vulcan.
Please be alive, please be alive, he chanted over and over.
Almost as if he had heard Spock rolled to his side with a gasp, the wind having been knocked from his lungs.
Jim would have sighed in relief if he wasn't still catching his breath.
Spock blearily opened his eyes, ignoring the aching all over his body as he sucked in deep breaths. Against all odds (92%) he had managed to catch Jim and take the impact of their fall without serious injury; only superficial bruises and scrapes.
The sharp rocks across the base of the cliff face were barely two metres away. For once Spock didn't bother to calculate the odds, not wishing to know.
Glancing Jim crawling over to him from the corner of his eye, the Vulcan smiled slightly, a tiny quirk of the lips that most would miss.
By Jim's gasping grin he had caught it.
"Spock…you…idiot," the captain chided between breaths, linking his fingers through his first officer's.
"Ill…illogical…human…" he rasped back, and Jim lowered his head in relief.
In only the space of a moment he had almost lost everything.
Jim had been through plenty of near death experiences, the rush of it a now familiar routine, but this time was somehow different. For the first time in a long time, the gravity of the situation really hit home. Fear weighed down his stomach as he held Spock's hand, fear not for himself but those he left behind.
As those pained chocolate eyes stared at him, Jim finally understood.
Several minutes passed before they caught their breath, leaning against the pink bark of a tree.
"You shouldn't have risked yourself like that Spock," Jim murmured worriedly, and the Vulcan leaned on the blonde, shoulder to shoulder.
"I believe the terran phrase for this situation would be; 'too bad, so sad'," he retorted, and Jim snorted with laughter.
"Look at you, using terran colloquialisms," the young captain said with pride. Spock raised an eyebrow in amusement, twining their hands together once more.
"I have been considering the events of yesterday and I find myself perplexed," he admitted after a long moment.
"You mean your moth- the woman," Jim corrected at the last moment, and a muscle in the Vulcan's jaw clenched.
"Affirmative. Her resemblance to my mother was uncanny, though logically I know it cannot be her. Furthermore, the surrounding jungle appears as it always has. Nothing suggests a considerably sized creature passed through here, though we saw it. This planet is most illogical," he finished, and Jim thought it over.
"You touched her though. I mean, we saw everything else but you actually touched her. Maybe it's some kind of…I dunno…interdimensional being?" Jim speculated, and Spock shook his head.
"Your hypothesis holds merit, though it is improbable. Regardless, perhaps it would be wise to find shelter," he suggested, wincing minutely as he climbed to his feet.
Jim frowned up at him before standing, staring at the ugly bruise that ran along the Vulcan's exposed arm through the torn black undershirt.
Noticing the line of sight, Spock leaned across and brushed his lips over his captain's.
"I am fine," the Vulcan assured him, taking his hand and walking slowly ahead.
"Fine has numerous definitions," Jim retorted and his first officer glanced at him.
Spock could see the worry clouding the blonde's expression, hear it colouring his voice, and so he tightened his hand around Jim's.
This time however he lowered his already damaged shields, transferring waves of reassurance and love through their entwined fingers.
Jim's breath hitched as he felt a rush of emotion, the sensation leaving him breathless.
He pulled Spock to him and crashed their lips together, gasping as he was pushed against the yellow bark of a tree.
They kissed almost desperately, clinging to one another as wave after wave of raw feeling sparked through them. Jim ran his hand through the tidy black hair, tousling it before moving his mouth along the Vulcan's jawline and kissing along his neck.
Spock tilted his head back with a sigh, vaguely wondering how he was still standing as Jim seemed content to immerse him in love, lust and affection, leaving the Vulcan's head swimming.
His other hand rested on Jim's chest, his own breaths seeming to be in time with his captain's accelerated heart rate.
Fire pooled in his stomach and he pulled the blonde's lips back to his with a soft growl, the sound sending a pleasant shiver up Jim's spine.
"It…it would…be logical to…c-continue…to shel-shelter…" Spock gasped out between kisses.
Jim made a small sound of agreement, and the two gradually pulled away, though being sure to keep their hands linked. Spock raised most of his mental shields until only a trickle escaped.
In retrospect the logical thing would have been to do so earlier, thus saving time and energy.
He liked the illogical way better.
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A/N: soooo I'm sorry for the sorta fillerish chappie but I think Spock and Jim needed a chapter to be all lovey dovey because from here on out crap hits the fan!
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