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“This isn’t so bad.” Jim spoke up, head craning back to get a better look at Spock’s face from where he was nestled against him. His back pressed against Spock’s chest as Spock’s hand rubbed idly along the exposed skin of Jim’s hip.
“Agreed.” Spock responded. While they had not planned on getting separated from The Enterprise, unforeseen circumstances had forced them to warp away. They had retrieved the rest of the away team but had an issue with the rematterification matrix after being hit by torpedoes from a Klingon ship. While beaming was not an option; The Enterprise’s Warp Core was still operating, and Jim ordered the ship to retreat in order to make repairs.
And now, he and Spock were stranded on a random M class planet they had found while completing routine astrometric charting on the new system they had found. They had beamed to a location in the planet's Northern Hemisphere, lush grasslands meeting them upon beaming down. Jim had made an observation about how it resembled America and the time of the Wild West, an opinion Spock agreed with.
“I think this is the first time we’ve actually been alone and not getting interrupted every 20 minutes.” Jim said, his free hand finding Spock’s, dragging it up over his hip and chest, bringing it to his mouth and gently pressing a kiss to the flesh. He smiled against the skin, Spock’s mind burning bright and reaching for him in a rush.
“You are correct.” Spock responded, his lips pressing to the back of his neck, traveling up towards his jaw, “Perhaps we should use this time wisely?” he suggested, flashes of images of just what he meant appeared in Jim’s mind, a smile spreading across his features as he rolled over to press their chests together.
“Why Mr. Spock,” Jim began, leaning in to brush his lips against Spock’s, his hand seeking out Spock’s and reveling in the way Spock shivered against him; not from cold, but from something else entirely. “I like your idea.” he continued, pulling away only slightly so as to look upon Spock’s face.
Their hands traveled down, bare flesh worshiped with devout fingers as Jim moaned when Spock’s nail lightly scratched along the sensitive flesh of his lower abdomen. “Spock.” he pleaded, arching more into his touch. “I need-” He began, but was cut off.
“Captain Kirk.” The communicator that had laid forgotten beside them had suddenly sprung to life, the familiar voice of Sulu filling the space between them and the device. “Commander Spock.” Sulu tried again.
Jim sighed, a low groan escaping his throat as he pressed his face into Spock’s chest. Spock leaned down, pressing another kiss to the top of his head as he reached over Jim and grabbed the comm. “Spock here.” he said, and despite the communicators' ability to filter out background noise, Jim could still hear several sighs from the bridge crew as Spock’s response came over.
“Good to hear your voice, Commander.” Sulu replied, “Our reports indicated the Klingon’s had a landing party just a few miles north of you.” he explained.
“Nothing we couldn’t have handled, Sulu.” Jim piped up, head lifting out of Spock’s chest, “How’s our ship?” He asked instead.
“Some cosmetic damage and a few blown relays but nothing we can’t fix between here and a repair station.” Sulu replied, “Scotty’s working on getting the transporters back up--” Sulu was cut off, Scotty’s voice yelling out over him.
“I told you, just give me 5 minutes and I’ll have them back online.” Jim chuckled, he didn’t have to be on the bridge to know that Sulu was rolling his eyes.
“We appreciate it, Scotty.” Jim replied, turning to Spock and shaking his head in contradiction. “We’ll be standing by and ready when you are. Kirk out.” He closed the communicator before either one of them could respond. He batted Spock’s hand away, the communicator falling as Jim kissed him once more.
Jim pulled away, laughing silently as Spock chased his lips and pulled him back into a kiss, “We best get ready,” Jim whispered against him, “Knowing Scotty that 5 minutes is going to be closer to 3.” he said.
“Mr. Scott does have a knack for exceeding his own self delivered time frame.” Spock replied, and instead of letting Jim respond, he kissed him once more.