First Officer Spock

The body next to him had vanished and there was a sudden weight laying over him now. The fading laughter ended quickly, and the doctor just started up at the other through the darkness surrounding them. Hands on his chest, the other’s breath merely inches away from his lips. Heaven.

Yet as soon as Spock seemed to have appeared, he was gone, laying where he had been originally. Leonard blinked, thinking he was going crazy until the other man spoke through the link.

I changed my mind. He rolled onto his side and ran a hand down the man’s side, gripping his waist. Rude to jus’ leave me all hot and bothered like that. He let out a soft growl while he kissed the back of Spock’s neck, digging his teeth in ever so slightly.]

Changing your mind so quickly, doctor? Spock linked their fingers. I was under the false impression that you wanted to sleep.

Yeah, that means she”s smart though. Always workin’ over new things, she’s a smart cookie. She even got to you, now that takes skill.

[Leonard scoffed, and kissed the other a bit harder than before.] Well I don’t wanna really argue with that…

[The man frowned, blinking at the other in the dark. Tonia had said something about it, but he hadn’t believed her. But  now. Fuck. Leonard burst out laughing, covering a hand over his mouth, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.]

It did not mean he could not make him be silent.

So refraining from doing an equivalent of an eyeroll, Spock blinked slowly instead and waited until the man was able to speak and breathe properly again. And then --he rolled on top of him, his knees on either sides of him, and his hands on his shoulders. All without warning. And his face was very close to Leonard's, his fingers slowly curling around the shirt.] 

Indeed, I read it. Perhaps you should as well, if anyone enjoys a similar thing, it is you. Prove me wrong, doctor.

[Then he returned to his side, as if nothing had happened. His eyes closed. Let him believe whether it was the faint glow of the light in the room, or his own mind playing tricks. There was an actual quirk to his lips, even as he pretended to doze off.

You insisted we slept and were quiet, did you not? Goodnight.]

Yeah, bud, ya know, was it good, make any new friends? [The doctor scoffed at his forwardness wondering why he had expected anything different. ] Yeah she was goin’ off ‘bout sea critters, dunno why. Jo wanted the ship to go underwater for the rest of the time. You woulda’ been proud, I had to try and convince her it was illogical.

[The man cracked a grin.] She also tell ya’ you were a bigger shark than I was? dunno where she came up with that.

There was some mix up in orders, did that affect ya or not? People were certainly freakin’ out ‘bout it, all moanin’ their privacy was bein’ disturbed. Like some thing I could understand freakin’ out about, but still.

Friends? Why. Instead, he focused on the subject of little Joanna; her family, as she often liked addressing him as.] Indeed. She informed me of her plans, which she tried to sustain until her mind wandered to another topic, as is usual with children. As for the shark matter...is it not obvious?

[The packages. He recalled the text, which he had yet to deliver and was safely tucked away in a corner of the room. Embarrassment was unacceptable. Nevertheless his ears turned green again.] I have not gotten my radio. 

GUYs… SO THIS HAPPENED… MY FRIEND GAVE ME RIGHTS PERMISSION TO USE THIS… she did it… ITS HER FAULT AND NOW I’M SCREAMING…. AHHH!!

She made it for me <3 

Nah, you wouldn’t know would you? Stupid question.

Humans--

He looked down at him with bewilderment, surprise, something. Yet he allowed the touch, and leaned into it, even allowing for the question's lack of sense to pass without any remark on his behalf. What was of interest to him may or may not be to the doctor. But it did not...matter.]

You desire to be informed of interesting facts regarding the course of this day. I expanded my studies of the quantum resonance circuit along with Dr. Quraishi and Dr. Sy. Joanna called me a shark. I sent reports to Starfleet, as usual. I do not know what else to tell you.

[Bones knew the Vulcan remembered that night, there was no reason he shouldn’t have. And he just hoped, no, he would try, try very very hard not to do anything similar in the future. But he doubted himself, which was the root of the whole problem to begin with.]

I am well aware that you never sleep, unfair really. You get all the strength, speed, grace, and intelligent AND you don’t ‘ave to sleep that much. S’not fair.

[Leonard chuckled softly, and placed a gentle kiss to Spock’s lips, a hand now resting on the other man’s chest.] You’re jus’ perfect an’ all I do is complain ta’ ya. So m’sorry Spock. [He kissed him again.] 

That’s why I jus’ wanted you to sleep so ya’ wouldn’t ‘ave to keep listen’ to me.

Perfection is a vague concept. [He looked at him, despite the closeness making his sight slightly crossed.] But I thank you, Leonard. 

[And that was, in fact, some smugness seeping into his tone.]

He gave off a snort.] Well I can’t say you’re wrong there either. Always bein’ right…[He mumbled into his flesh, groaning slightly at the remark to his first question.] Thanks I guess, do you use the same tactics for Jim? Though m’sure his fuckin’ charmin’ smile of his helps dull the pain a little, don’t it? [A chuckle.] Damn charismic bastard.

[Bones nodded and went still for a moment, before placing a kiss to the Vulcan’s jawline.]

I threw a glass at Jim’s face. I didn’t patch him up and there was no record of him ever goin’ to the sick bay, so I jus’ assumed…[That he’d gone to Spock for comfort. A logical assumption, the Vulcan would have been proud had the circumstances not been so cruel. Leonard shuddered slightly and gripped tighter onto the other. I wouldn’t try to.] And I nearly punched this kid’s face in today.

I would not allow you.

His eyebrow shot up. An aggressive emotional outburst, not unheard of from him, but certainly not to such a degree. Spock had to look at him, scan his expression.

If he would have allowed himself a small slip of emotion, he would have sighed. Instead he only shifted closer, until his nose gently bumped against Leonard's.] You are aware that I do not require as much sleep as you do. The interruption was not rude, I assure you.

M’a gentleman Spock, always gotta ask. S’called manners.

[The man shrugged, moving around to the other side of the best, sitting down on it as he kicked off his shoes as quietly as he could. His blue shirt followed after that, as well as his pants. Leonard wasted no time after that as he slid into bed next to Spock, an arm snaking around his waist as he nuzzled his head between the crook of the Vulcan;s shoulder and neck. Bones let out a soft sigh, taking in the familiar scents and feelings of the other.]

You’d be right. [He sniffed.]

How’d you put up with my anger? I haven’t hurt ya too bad before ‘ave I?”

Once back on his side, and once he allowed him to drape himself over him as he pleased, he relaxed against the bed, against Leonard. His eyes closed again and his hand rested on top of the other's. He smelled of the sickbay, of that particular scent of his clothing, of whiskey and medicine. It would have been overwhelming was he not in full possession of his consciousness.

So perhaps when he woke up.]

I am correct most of the time. [Then a pause, while he considered his inquiry, skipping that corner of his mind that contained whatever had happened that had him altered in the first place. Should he prod at it, it would worsen. He had learned to do better, and for this he could not deny feeling slightly accomplished.]

Sufficient self-control, a quick development of patience that was necessary for dealing with you. Endearement. [Another small smile, quickly dissolving. Haven't hurt ya too bad before 'ave I? What was the meaning of that.]

No, you have not. You would never. [Would you?]