Thank you to everybody who read or reviewed the last conversation. You are all absolutely fabulous. I'm sorry, I meant to post this yesterday but I got very busy. Now, more fun with Jim and Spock. Aren't they just the cutest?

Also, I'm wondering right now if I need to raise the rating of the story for Jim's possibly dirty diary entries at some point. Jim is smart enough not to write Spock an erotic/explicit email that Starfleet may come across, but he would totally write Spock a long and extremely explicit list of sex positions that he would like to try out in their shared diary. We shall see.

Day 17: More excerpts from the diary of a couple totally in love with each other.

May 7, 2260

Dear Spock:

So it is 2:42 AM ship time and I am still not asleep despite your stellar performance last night. Five stars, will fuck again even though you refused to re-institute shower sex. I don't know why. Sulu was doing his first fencing lesson with Jo Jo. He was gone for three hours. It would've been like the perfect opportunity.

Why am I still up when you are currently curled around me like I'm your teddy bear? Probably nervousness. If you were up and not sleeping your minimum four hours for optimal function, you would probably tell me that nervousness is illogical. You know, despite the fact that you've been kind of nervous since we arrived on ship last month. You're such a hypocrite. I love you anyway.

So why am I nervous? I'm going with the fact that it is our first real mission since dying, well my first mission since dying. I mean during the interim we did whatever Starfleet made us do which was mostly a lot of paperwork and recruitment so that totally doesn't count. We barely left the planet outside of our wedding which they hijacked and turned into a recruitment session on the new colony. Okay, our second wedding on the new Vulcan colony, although beautiful, was your dad's show and you know it.

I mean I don't think we're going to be ambushed by Klingons tomorrow, I hope. I also don't think any of the Admiralty would be stupid enough to add stuff from the strawberry family to the menu tomorrow. I mean it's supposed to be a simple mission get the representative of the planets to sign a memo of understanding with the Federation regarding agriculture assistance, I think. I have to re-read the pre-mission brief again. It was so much easier when you annotated the hell out of them for me. Now I kind of need to use your study methods myself. Or am I supposed to prepare the annotative background papers for you? This is me trying to figure out our new roles. How do I support you?

As you are aware, being a first officer is different. I like getting to spend more time with the actual crew, not the ones that are assholes. I spent so much time before dealing with the assholes on the Admiralty that I didn't know or see what was going on with our crew. Really wish I saw the disgruntled employee that was dousing Nyota with fertility drugs in some twisted attempt to get her boyfriend.

And despite the vast quantities of it, I am starting to make a dent in the mountain of administrative chaos. Which makes me happy. That means I will actually get bridge time with you. Well more bridge time. I think we might need like an extra assistant or two, or at least one at all actually. I distinctly remember paneling somebody for the position, but it fell through for reasons unknown.

Okay, even the teenagers have given me two days of peace. Which is good because I was really starting to hate that aspect of the job. I expected this tenuous peace to fall apart any moment, but I'm going to treasure it for however long it lasts. I expect everything to come undone when I get shot at tomorrow or something similar. Again, something's going to go wrong. OK I am yawning and the pages are getting blurry so maybe I should try sleeping again.

Love you.

PS: Can I get a good morning blowjob? Or should I give you one? Your ears are cute when you sleep. You're hot. Well cold, but really hot anyway.

Dear James:

I do not see you as an Earth teddy bear, despite the fact that I sleep 42.3% better when I am within close physical proximity to you. Although I mostly sleep better because I am warmer when I am holding you. Since you cannot sleep even when completely naked with the thermostat at my preferred temperature, this is the best position for optimal sleep.

James, are you aware that when you write to me when you're trying to fall asleep, you're somewhat incoherent? You also tend to follow a stream of consciousness style, to some degree. Maybe it was less noticeable when you dictate as opposed to writing the letter by hand.

I'm glad you are starting to feel more comfortable in your new role. I agree we could use an assistant, one for each of us instead of the one we were initially scheduled to share. I do not believe Starfleet gave us an explanation for your Ensign West's last-minute decision to not join Enterprise. After the final negotiations and signing of the MOU, I suggest looking for suitable replacements. The main issue to be discussed is food security which is connected to agriculture so you were partially correct.

There's no need for you to be anxious or concerned.

PS: We are not having shower sex again until shore leave.

Dear Spock:

That is still months away. I know you. You may claim to hate water because of your desert dwelling heritage, but you and I both know better. You will be craving it well before our June shore leave. Or maybe I'll make you crave it. You love my mouth going over every inch of you as the water cascades down on you. See, aren't you glad I'm doing this in hard copy.

I will look at the prospective assistant candidates when we get back. Although it was slim pickings the first time. Maybe we'll get lucky and some additional people have freed up since I made my initial list. If things go well today, maybe I can start on it tomorrow. The signing is the important part for me. Then our scientists need to get to work. Although maybe the team should go down first and not wait for us to chat. I feel like there's some stuff missing from the report that might be important.

I've been told to remind you that the science department is now Carol's domain. Despite the fact we both know that you really, really would want to find out why their crops are producing just 30% of what they did five years ago. That is your scientific wet dream stuff coming through. After rereading the report while you were meditating this morning, it appears that the situation is not Tarsus bad, not yet. But I think it could get there, which is why they're willing to ask the Federation for scientific help despite years of really complicated history.

Also, if you think what I wrote last night or rather this morning was ridiculously incoherent, I should let you read some of my rough drafts for term papers. Life advice 142: never write a paper hung over. It just goes badly for all parties involved. Also, never write one sleep deprived. That was kind of my natural setting back then, so I'm still surprised I didn't flunk anything.

Yes, it is possible to get through the Academy in three years. No, I don't recommend it, although, I successfully talked Liz out of doing that. Maybe that's because she wants to spend as much time as possible with her boyfriend.

To be continued