Jim grumbled incoherently into the dimly lit room, a small shudder racing down his spine. Bleary eyelids blinked as his sight tried to adjust, his lips stretched into a wide yawn, and he groaned softly in irritation, groping blindly for the duvet he couldn’t seem to find. He huffed and pulled himself upright, propped up on his elbow and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Of course. Just a few feet across the bed was Spock, or what he assumed to be Spock, only able to make out a Vulcan-shaped mass of blanket in the red light cast by aforementioned’s meditation lamp. Midly irked, although with a softened gaze, Jim reached out and tugged at the edge of the cover, though he only succeeded in making his t'hy'la shift a minimal distance. Damn it, Spock. With a soft sigh, Jim scooted himself over, yanking part of the blanket up and over his body, his form now pressed close against the chilly Vulcan’s.
Slowly, Spock’s eyes cracked open, an eyebrow raising in gently amused question. He turned onto his other side to face Jim, blinking tiredly. It was sweet, really, Jim mused, how disheveled Spock became each night, although it didn’t excuse his uncanny habit of stealing the blankets. “Hey…” he murmured.
Spock hummed deep in his chest before rasping a reply, his eyes closed once more. “Ashayam,” he began. Jim could feel his legs moving beneath the covers. His voice was slow with sleep. “…it is late.”
Jim chuckled, shifting closer and resting his forehead near Spock’s. “Yeah, it is. But you’re leaving me out in the cold again, and we can’t have that, now can we?”
Spock’s eyes peeked open again, a subtle smile crinkling the corners, and he reached out, running his hands down Jim’s arm and chest before drawing him close. “No, we can’t.” It was Jim’s turn now to hum in contentment, head nuzzling into his Vulcan’s shoulder. “I apologize for the inconvenience.”
Jim laughed quietly and settled down, an arm draped over Spock’s side. “It’s nothing,” he trailed off, already beginning to fall asleep. Though Spock’s skin was noticeably cooler, the toasty confines of the duvet kept them at comfortable temperature, to which Jim was quickly falling susceptible to. He shifted once more, tangling their legs before letting himself drift off, Spock quickly following suit after pressing a loving kiss to his temple.
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