McCoy awoke with a rather large exhale and slapped a hand on his face, running it over his skin. He sighed and turned to his still sleeping lover, letting a smile lift the corner of his lips. He scooted just close enough to take a look of his face, crossing his arms over his chest in thought.
Spock was sleeping deeply, unmoving when McCoy turned towards him. His face was so relaxed and his brows were slightly risen, showing the contentment he was in. He was curled up under the covers and his fists barely peaked out of the blanket, his slender fingers lightly gripping onto the pillowcase underneath his head. As McCoy continued to stare at his expression, he began to notice random pieces of hair beginning to go passed Spock's normal hair length. He gently pushed them aside and continued to gaze at him, beginning to feel how lucky he was to have such a beautiful being as his husband. He then slid an arm under him and over him, gently pulling his ball of a husband into his arms and pressing a rather affectionate kiss to his forehead, his thumb gently caressing Spock's bare shoulder.
Spock hummed and fluttered his eyes open, weakly sliding his arms back around his lover. "Good morning, Leonard." He said groggily, letting out a yawn before nuzzling into his neck. "Did you sleep well?" "Very well," McCoy responded, nudging his nose down to find his lips to meet into a morning kiss. "You?"
"Adequate." Spock replied, obliging into his kiss with a subtle grin. "Would you like me to make you some coffee?"
McCoy gripped onto him tightly, resting his cheek on the top of his head. "No, not yet, just let me hold you for a second."
Spock furrowed his brow in slight confusion and gently tightened his grip around him, glancing up at him. "Leonard, are you alright?" "Mhm," He hummed, closing his eyes. "Leonard," He chuckled. "Are you positive you are indeed alright?"
McCoy nodded. "Yeah, I'm just thinking how lucky I am to have you."
Spock stared for a moment before his cheeks burned a light green, nuzzling into his neck. "What made you think of that?"
"When I was looking at your face while you were sleeping," he said simply. "You looked so peaceful and beautiful; I couldn't help by think it."
Spock didn't say much more, other than a tightening his grip and pressing a kiss to his lips, he was deduced that he was definitely 'spoiled rotten'.