#lee!spock

They’d run around the shops that morning, the two of them picking out a handful of trinkets for their quarters (now shared) on the Enterprise. Then, they’d picked up a late lunch and eaten it in a nearby park, underneath the shade of a tree with a shining silver trunk and velvety pink leaves. Jim then dragged Spock sightseeing, and by the time they’d grabbed a quick dinner and made it back to their rented room, they were both exhausted.

Spock spent some time meditating as Jim cleaned up and prepared for bed, and then the two of them crawled underneath the covers together.

“Well?” Jim asked.

Spock raised an eyebrow. “Well what, Captain?” He replied, a spark of mischief in his eyes when he said the title.

Jim rolled his eyes with a grin, playfully sliding his fingers up and down Spock’s upper arm. “Shore leave, the human way. What did you think?”

Spock shivered and shifted. “I still think it is quite illogical to spend time meant for rest, using up energy.”

Jim grinned and propped his chin up on Spock’s chest, now tapping his fingers along Spock’s arm and feeling him shift underneath him. “But?”

Spock sighed. “But, it can be enjoyable...” He looked down, giving Jim one of those looks, one of those not-quite-smiles that Jim loved so dearly. “... Depending on who the energy is being spent with.”

Jim felt his grin go from playful and teasing to sappy and lovestruck and he buried the expression in the arm closest to him, exhaling heavily. He would’ve closed his eyes, but they popped back open wide at the full-body shiver and muffled squeak from Spock. His grin snapped immediately back to teasing.

“Speaking of using up energy,” he cooed, shifting up some to have more leverage and mobility.

“Jim--”

Jim dragged his blunt nails gently down the length of Spock’s upper arms, and Spock cut himself off with a loud gasp.

“Well that looks promising!”

“Jim-- we should rest--”

“I’m just helping you get rid of some spare energy!”

And Jim could see the moment Spock relented. He could see it in the way his jaw lost its tension and in the way he stopped trying to shy away from Jim’s touch. Jim added a little bit of a wiggle to his dragging fingers, making Spock’s usually serious facade crack. Quiet giggles erupted from Spock’s lips, his not-quite-smile turning into a small, giddy grin that didn’t often see the light of day.

And Jim felt so blessed that he was one of the select few people -- maybe even the only person -- that Spock could comfortably be this unguarded in front of. Unashamedly smiling, the most adorable giggles spilling from his lips as his eyes squeezed shut. The way he tried to keep his arms from flailing out and hitting Jim, looming above him.

“You’re adorable,” Jim whispered, barely even aware that he had spoken.

He was rewarded with a beautiful green blush across Spock’s cheekbones and ears. Jim’s smile grew and he couldn’t help but lean down to press a kiss to Spock’s cheek. He left his face there afterwards, pressing his and Spock’s foreheads together to breathe in the laughter that fell from Spock’s lips.

“How did I get so lucky,” he mumbled into the space between them.

And Spock breathed out a response between his quiet giggles, words so lost around the laughter that Jim could barely make them out. It took him a few moments before he had fully processed what Spock had said.

“Ashau nash-veh tu.”

Jim pressed his lips to Spock’s, not stopping his tickling in the least, tasting the laughter directly from the source.