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It wasn't really cold, just a little chilly and it would have to stay that way for a bit. There had been a miscalculation about their energy levels and to be able to reach Starbase 37 before they ran out, they had to conserve energy. One way to do so was to reduce the temperature on board. Luckily a few degrees were sufficient on top with some replicator and water restrictions. These were better then being stuck somewhere in deep space of course. Jim had taken up wearing an undershirt, something he usually didn't do because usually it was warm enough. He still felt the lowered temperature but it didn't bother him too much.
Spock had started to wear his vulcan robes on top of his uniform. This was of course against regulations, but Jim had decided to lift the uniform regulations for the time being. Everyone was encouraged to wear enough so they weren't cold. Spock of course struggled more with the lower then usual temperature then other crew members. To him the ship had always been a bit cold.
Jim had difficulties looking away from Spock, the black robes looked great on him. Somehow right. Jim wished, Spock could be wearing these more often.
They were sitting in Jim's quarters together, Jim was reading some reports, Spock looked through some findings of his research team.
"Can you take a look at this?" Spock asked and offered Jim his PADD. As Jim took it, their hands touched slightly and Jim startled.
"Your hands are cold," he said and automatically took Spock's hand between his own. He had never had issues with cold hands and even now they were warm. He wrapped his fingers around Spock's cold hand.
"My body temperature is slightly lower then optimal and of course my extremities get cold first," Spock explained. Suddenly Jim realized, that he should maybe not be cradling the hand of his vulcan first officer. this would have been inappropriate with a human but for a vulcan this must straight up sexual harassment. Jim quickly pulled his hands back, even though, Spock had made no attempt to stop the touch.
"I apologize," Jim said quickly. "I didn't think, I just wanted to help warming up your hands," he explained.
"No need to apologize," Spock said, his hands now both lying on the table. "My hands are really quite cold, some warming up would help me, maintaining functionality." Jim was confused. Spock wanted him to hold his hands? He wouldn't say no to this of course. He put his hands on the table, opening them invitingly and Spock put his hands into them, allowing Jim to close his fingers around them. Spock did seem to enjoy the touch and Jim couldn't claim he didn't like it himself. The position with the table between them seemed a little awkward.
"Should we sit on the bed? It's a little more comfortable there," Jim suggested.
"This seems reasonable," Spock replied. He pulled his hands back and Jim immediately missed the contact. He kicked off his boots and sat on the bed, legs crossed. Spock followed his example and sat down next to Jim, they both leaned against the wall and Jim reached for Spock's hands again, Spock gladly put his hands into Jim's. They still felt really cold and Jim pulled them closer to himself, to press them against his chest. Spock closed his hands and even leaned a little against Jim.
"How are you doing?" Jim asked, a little concerned.
"I'm fine, captain" Spock replied.
"But you're cold," Jim said.
"A little, I'm not at peak performance, but there is no need to worry."
Jim let go with one hand, pressing Spock's hands against his chest with only one hand and pulled Spock closer with his free hand.
"Better, like that?" he asked carefully. Spock pushed himself more against Jim and Jim finally wrapped both of his arms around Spock. Spock pushed more against him and Jim found himself pushed into a lying position, Spock suddenly on top of him, he pulled the blanket out underneath them and spread it out on to of them.
"Okay," Jim said with a smile, holding on to the vulcan that was now spread out on top of him. He seemed pretty satisfied with the situation and Jim also couldn't complain.