Name: Lilith

Manga: Saikin Yatotta Maid ga Ayashii

A handsome and distinguished elderly building

Ortigia, Syracuse, Sicily

Christoffer Barsø

a thank-you ficlet for @madeofmydreams who prompted “distracted sex”  

T | 675 words

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“Ugh, I’m so glad we’re finally getting some alone time,” Jim said as he pushed Spock back into the bedroom, all warm smiles as he unbuttoned his plaid. “It’s been what? Two weeks since we had sex?”

“Ten days,” Spock replied. Because Spock knew. He didn’t purposefully keep track. His libido was much lower than Jim’s, but he did miss the closeness the activity afforded. It was simply that, with Amanda turning 3 and becoming more inquisitive by the day, neither of them had much energy - or time - to do this. With Amanda spending the night with Dr. McCoy’s daughter, he and Jim had wanted to to take advantage of the empty house.

“What? No fraction?” Jim asked with a challenging quirk of his eyebrows.

“I can provide one if you wish. I simply believed that -” Jim silenced him with a kiss as he was fond of doing and tugged at his professor’s uniform, seeking out the zip on the side.

Once Jim had removed his shirt, they found their way to the bed. Spock had not realized how tired his legs were until he was seated. He had spent the entire day monitoring an experiment with a student for their honors thesis and he had had very little time to sit or rest his feet. The experiment had gone very well and Spock had been loathe to leave but it was the appointed time for his and Jim’s rendezvous.

Jim kissed down his neck as his hands skated over Spock’s stomach. “God, I’m never gonna get tired of you, am I?” he said, nuzzling the divot of Spock’s chest before pressing a kiss to it.

Rolling away to pull off his jeans, Jim made a little noise of frustration when the pants caught on his shoes. Spock watched as he struggled to remove them as well. 

Perhaps he should comm Cadet Murabi and ask if she was cataloguing the interval of fungus evolution, not just physical growth. 

Jim’s hands were tugging on the zip of Spock’s trousers for a moment before he felt the questing pressure fall away. “Um, Spock?” Jim asked and Spock looked down at his husband where he was straddling Spock’s thigh.

“Yes, Jim?”

Jim looked meaningfully down and then back at Spock’s face. “You’re not hard.”

Spock rose up on his elbows and inspected the situation. “Ah, I suppose I am...distracted.”

Jim frowned for a moment before hefting himself out of Spock’s lap and flopping onto his back beside him. “Work stuff?” he asked, not without sympathy.

Spock rolled onto his side to face Jim. “That is one way of putting it.”

“I had a hard day too,” Jim admitted. “I was looking forward to our date.”

Spock allowed himself a small smile and thrilled when Jim responded with one of his own. “As was I.”

“It was a pretty good restaurant too. That minestrone? Delicious,” Jim said, still smiling. He had that expression in his eyes like he was holding back a laugh for Spock’s benefit.

Spock tangled their fingers together, the little spark of the Vulcan kiss sending a shiver down his spine. “I am sorry. I believe I lack the focus for our typical post-date activities.”

Then Jim really did laugh. “You don’t have to apologize. You know what I’d really like?”

Spock raised one eyebrow in question.

“Red vines, popcorn and a stupid movie.”

Without even waiting for Spock to agree, Jim was getting out of bed and retrieving an old t-shirt from the dresser. He turned back to the bed. “But!” he announced with typical mischievous energy. “We have to cuddle the entire time.”

Spock sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “An acceptable alternative.”

“Damn right,” Jim declared before leaning over to press a brief kiss over Spock’s mouth. “You know I love you a whole damn lot, right?”

“I believe I love you approximately the same amount.”

Jim snorted. “Approximately. You old romantic.”

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