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“Adun.”
“Beloved.”
Captain James T. Kirk regarded his still-new husband. Dark, gentle eyes regarded him in return.
Emotions coursed peacefully through the mating bond. Feelings, indeed. Gol and V’ger and the fal tor pan had brought them to this place of such complete knowing, such complete sharing, such complete love. Human and Vulcan. IDIC didn’t begin to describe it.
“Jim, we must move from this bed sooner rather than later.”
Kissing Spock softly on the brow, Kirk stretched luxuriously and rose to make their morning tea and coffee.
Later, working in his study at the Academy, Jim set aside his writing and turned to a more important matter. Marriage had reshaped his priorities, he reflected, no doubt about that.
Nogura’s order had been, for once, both favorable and well-timed—a nine-month sabbatical for the senior crew of the Enterprise. Over the course of those months, Jim had discovered a domestic side that he didn’t know he had, including a marked talent for cooking. Preparing dinner on their quiet evenings was always a pleasure, but tonight was special.
Querying his grocery list, Jim was aware that it wasn’t complete. Ready though he was with every detail for the evening, one dish was undecided. Spock’s favorites had become Jim’s specialties, but which to choose? Texting Spock—who was in his physics lab finalizing a presentation—should do the trick, and he would understand Jim’s wish to make the meal a perfect one.
Unlike many Vulcans, Spock valued the celebrations that underlined the love and appreciation Humans felt for their dear ones the Terran year round, and right now the celebration in question was:
Valentine’s Day.
What would be a light first course for this evening?
XOXOX 💗
Yours for all eons, J.
Za'atar with olive oil and bread is one thought, or—
Zinfandel pairs excellently with plomeek, if you prefer a soup.
Yours in every universe, S.
XOXOX 🖖
With that, Jim headed out to the market, and then to the wine shop, and then—HOME.
❤️THE END❤️