Waking Up
Once they had returned to their new quarters, Pike could remember only brief moments of time spent together in loose limbed pleasure in the shower before pressing into the heat of Spock's body to sleep.
Waking came to the softest sounds of flesh against something harder. It had not woken him, only was the first sound to catch his attention. The warmth of Spock's body remained against him, its removal would have woken him instantly, and so kept him relaxed as he slid into full consciousness.
He opened his eyes and glanced up to Spock, who was sitting up and typing rapidly into a padd. He wondered what Spock was doing, though the action was far from an unknown. While Vulcans required less sleep then humans, and he would often find Spock awake long before himself, Spock normally was working. Without their ship, it made Pike strange curious what seemed to have garnered Spock's attention so thoroughly, so he turned, giving the indication of being awake.
Waking came to the softest sounds of flesh against something harder. It had not woken him, only was the first sound to catch his attention. The warmth of Spock's body remained against him, its removal would have woken him instantly, and so kept him relaxed as he slid into full consciousness.
He opened his eyes and glanced up to Spock, who was sitting up and typing rapidly into a padd. He wondered what Spock was doing, though the action was far from an unknown. While Vulcans required less sleep then humans, and he would often find Spock awake long before himself, Spock normally was working. Without their ship, it made Pike strange curious what seemed to have garnered Spock's attention so thoroughly, so he turned, giving the indication of being awake.