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There's something about the early mornings in San Francisco. Something about the way the sun shines through the window of their bedroom, lighting it up and spreading warmth to the occupants in the bed. It’s the low, almost inaudible way Jim moans as his eyes squeeze shut, blocking the sun out for as long as possible.
There’s something about the way Spock lifts his head and gazes upon Jim with soft eyes and a softer heart. He pokes at their bond, running over it in a soothing motion as he arches his body over Jim’s. The expanse of bare skin brushing against the others has Jim’s hand coming up to cradle the back of Spock’s neck.
Spock’s body slotted perfectly into Jim’s as their lips brushed against each other. There’s something about the way Spock’s body folds into Jim’s. As if they were two pieces that slotted together perfectly to create a whole picture. Their bond burning brighter than the sun that woke them. Jim aches up into him, desperately trying to pull Spock closer to him but to no avail.
There’s something about the early mornings in San Francisco that make them not want to leave the bed at all. To stay there in the comfort of the others embrace and whisper unspoken declarations between them. There’s something about the freedom that Shoreleave offers them, the time to not be Captain and Commander. There’s something about them just being Jim and Spock. There’s something about the lazy mornings they share in San Francisco that make the mornings together all the more enjoyable. There’s something about the way that not even being woken up by a sun could still be outshone by the feeling of their bond coursing through their minds, forever entangling the two of them together and forever.