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There’s an almost gentle ambiance of Spock’s quarters, where the glow from the candles flickered upon the walls and the scent of tea and incense hung in the air in a familiar comfort of home. Jim stood by his side, his presence as steadfast as the antique statues that adorned the room, it was also familiar. As if he belonged to the room and complimented the interior like the works of art that hung from the walls. And Spock would agree if the observation would be spoken aloud. He had entered quietly, knowing Spock was meditating, and simply chose to wait by his side until Spock was done.
“Hello, Jim.” Spock spoke, slowly coming back to himself as he slipped out of his meditative state. His eyes drawn to Jim’s as the human smiled, reaching his hand out, two fingers extended. Spock met them with his own, eyes fluttering closed once more as waves of love and adornment and affection washed over him like waves onto the sandy shore. Spock did not dare to rise from his kneeling position for fear of the contact being severed. He found he quite liked the view from where he was. Jim, looking down at him with eyes brighter than the stars that stretched into forever in his viewport. However illogical those statements were, they did not matter to Spock; for how could they be so if they were facts?
“Hey, baby.” Jim’s whispered response felt as if he had run a mile, his cheeks rosy and his hair curled from sweat and the humidity level that Spock had programmed for his meditation session. Spock smiled at the nickname, having grown more than accustomed to Jim’s ever growing array of affection through ‘pet names’. Although ‘baby’ did reside in the top ten list, he most preferred ‘darling’ and ‘beloved’, and the occasions that Jim used Vulcan words to refer to his person.
Spock leaned forward, softly blowing out the candles and reluctantly rose to a standing position. Jim’s fingers already extended, a brilliant, blinding smile on his face as Spock met them in earnest. His fingers aligning perfect as his heart rate accelerated, and he could feel every beat of it in his side. He would never tire of this, of Jim and the love that rolled off him in gentle waves upon his mind’s edge. Jim’s free hand came to rest on his waist, palm pressed against his heart and pulled him close. “How was your day?” he asked, voice soft as Spock bowed his head. His nose buried in Jim’s neck and took a shaky inhale, allowing the comforting scent of Jim wash over him.
“It is better now, Ashayam.” Spock replied, Jim’s lips rested softly against the crown of his head, the act so gentle despite the hard press of his mouth. Almost as if he wanted to leave behind physical evidence that they were there in the first place, however illogical it was.
Spock pulled back, head tilting just slightly to gaze upon Jim’s face before closing the distance and meeting their lips together in their first, real proper human kiss of the evening. Alone with the stars, they knew there would be many more to come.