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Spock’s staring, but he can’t find in himself the logic to not to. Jim's spine straight and chest puffed out like it is now is one of Spock’s favorite sights to see when in regards to his beloved. Jim’s humming under his breath and a distant part of Spock’s brain registers that it’s the lullaby he had composed for Jim all those months ago.
In the privacy of their own quarters he finds that he will allow himself this simple gratification. And so he leans over and rests his head on Jim’s chest. The younger man smiles, his gaze not leaving the PADD as his free hand comes up and rests against Spock’s cheeks. Fingers softly carding through inky hair. Spock is at peace, his head moving with the rise and fall of Jim’s chest.
He wonders if they could stay like this forever, however illogical and impossible the notion is, he finds that he doesn’t quite care. Jim turns his head towards him, pressing a kiss to his forehead and Spock sighs.
I think I could spend my days just like this
. He thinks to himself, letting his eyes drift close as another kiss is pressed into his flesh.