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The Vulcan’s study is deathly quiet as Spock pours over the latest samples sent to him for analysis. They were from a very particular planet recently under Federation jurisdiction that was currently under study. A beautiful and bountiful planet, as he had been informed. The samples themselves were a mixture of soil, sediment, water, and other organic materials straight from the planet’s surface, sent to him to analyze and report findings for the overall study of the planet.
The task had consumed him as he continued to ponder over the results of his findings, studying the materials and interacting them with other planetary substances to see reactions. Recently, he made a discovery regarding certain chemicals and minerals found within certain soil samples that he had never seen before on other planets. Since then, he had spent hours bent over his microscopes and dishes testing and dissecting the new findings. Because of his total absorption in his work, he had neglected proper rest and nourishment, instead pausing for brief moments of meditation while he waited for results. In this very focused and concentrated state he had entered, he found things such as appetite or exhaustion were easily suppressed in the back of his mind, typical of his Vulcan self. So, therefore, it had happened that nearly three days had passed and the Vulcan felt no less energetic and focused than he had been when he had received the assignment.
At this particular moment, one of Spock’s eyes was pressed against the viewer of his microscope as he was observing a particularly interesting soil sample. His fingers nimbly adjusted buttons and moved the piece until the little specks of cells and substances were in clear view. Mentally, he was taking notes on the size, color, shape, and movements of what he was seeing, intent on writing it all down in his notes. He watched briefly as a purple glob-like cell floated through his scope and pushed its little fluid body across the glass around the other substances and minerals. Occasionally, it would emit a small glow and pulsate rather oddly as it stretched out tiny limb-like appendages into the empty space around it.
Like it was searching for something, Spock thought to himself, although immediately cursing himself for thinking such an illogical thing. The cell-like organism was not alive, as he had observed beforehand, and therefore could not be capable of feeling. Still, he found himself ruminating on the little cell, watching as it continued glowing and pulsing in its strange rhythm.
All of a sudden, he felt a sudden warmth spread across his back. His eyebrows raised in just the slightest at the sudden sensation. He instinctively, and most illogically, subtly leaned into the warmth, and relaxed his body and mind a fraction.
Hello ashayam.
The sweet phrase slipped through his subconscious and seemed to spread that warmth throughout his whole body and mind, like a bright sun casting a warm glow all over him. He felt his mind open up slowly and it felt like he was letting out a breath he had held deep inside him. He slowly became aware of his senses and pulled himself back to his body, into the crowded study, where he currently felt a warm and gentle hand softly soothing his back. The presence he knew all too well, and he felt the corners of his mouth twitch up a fraction at the recognition.
Jim.
He spoke the name of his t’hy’la through their bond almost breathlessly, like releasing a pent-up sigh. He felt a spark of amusement and a wash of fondness seep through the meld as a response. He then felt a pair of soft lips make contact with the skin of his temple, lingering slightly and leaving a tingling feeling at the spot as they retreated.
Finally, Spock turned his head away from his scope and looked up into the beautiful face of his husband, who was currently smiling down at him with a most adoring look on his face. Without saying a thing, their lips met in a soft, gentle meeting with Jim’s hand coming up to caress his neck and give him a better angle. Spock met him eagerly, not realizing how much he had missed this simple but powerful feeling in the past few days.
After a brief moment of lazily kissing and simply basking in each other’s presence, they finally split apart for air, resting their foreheads together as Jim let out a soft contented sigh. He finally broke the silence in the air by saying,
“It’s about time, Spock.” He let out a short chuckle as he continued saying, “For a second, I’d thought I’d find you fused to that chair when I got back.”
Spock looked up at Jim and replied instinctively, “That would be highly illogical Jim. It is not possible for a being to be “fused” to any object, let alone a chair.”
Although he delivered the remark with flat logic, his voice betrayed a hint of sarcasm that Jim, of course, picked up causing him to smile sweetly.
“Well, in any case, you haven’t eaten or rested for nearly three days!” Jim spoke in a gently chastizing tone. “I know that your work is important to you and that being a Vulcan you don’t technically need sleep, but I’m putting my foot down here. I think you’ve done enough work for now.”
Spock let out a small sigh and reluctantly consented to the idea of leaving his work. Although he was enjoying his research, his bondmate’s needs always held first priority to him and Jim deserved attention as well. Besides, being married to the man had taught him not to argue with Jim over such things.
“Alright,” he said as he met the eyes of his t’hy’la. “I will pause my research for the night.”
Jim beamed and grasped his hands, the bond between them sharpening with warmth through their touch. Jim gently pulled Spock to his feet and pulled him close enough that their chests were almost touching. Through their bond, Spock felt Jim’s happiness and contentment but also a rising hotness of desire cutting through to the surface. Spock felt his own blood start to heat as he felt that flame wrap around his senses and pull him in closer. He watched as Jim’s eyes darkened a fraction and stare into him, a small and sultry smile dancing on his lips.
“Good,” Jim spoke into the air between them, his tone dripping with a passion that made Spock's inner mind melt. “Because after three agonizing days…we have some catching up to do.”
This time, Spock couldn’t stop the slight smile that graced his face as he watched Jim’s own smile widen and his affection swells through their shared minds. Carefully, Spock measured his breathing before responding,
“Agreed.”
He then took that smile into his own lips, finally allowing himself to let go and chase his own desire. Soon their shared apartment was no longer silent and cold, Jim bringing the warmth of the sun back into his mind and body as he always had and always will.