Dinner in Spock's quarters (Spock and Spock, private, at least for a while)

[sehlatbear]

The room seemed quite empty without Leonard's presence and Spock better understood the impulse that had led Jim to take them to his quarters last night

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[cso_spock]

He did not waste time to get down there, after settling other matters.

Spock rang the buzzer once before he simply let himself in, knowing he was expected anyway. To see his favourite dishes so neatly laid out was hardly a surprise. He wondered how well he would be able to read himself in this situation, and vice versa.

He cast a surveying glance over the rest of the room, before looking at his counterpart. "Moi tema." Good evening - they didn't need to bother with Standard.

[sehlatbear]

"Good evening, Spock. It is gratifying to have this opportunity to share a meal with you."

His younger counterpart looked, to Spock's eyes, much as he himself had at that age. Control less finely tuned, more disdain for the emotional illogic of humans yet full of a rebellious, curious heart.

[cso_spock]

A nod, simply acknowledging his words and silently returning the sentiment. He had told himself that he would be diplomatic, regardless of what he believed (probably erroneously) this man was doing.

He walked over to sit at the table across from him, back straight as usual, hands resting on the armrests of the chair. Another survey, this time over the food, as if he was suspecting something. "Do you have any plans for Risa?"

[sehlatbear]

Rigid and suspicious, so familiar.

"I do not. Should this shore leave proceed without interruption by crisis, my Jim will inevitably attempt to coerce me into attending him at the beach, a fate I shall endeavor to avoid. And you?"

Small talk over the service of food, guest served first.

[original_fine]

((OOC - So I know you're not actually talking about me, but I adore this thread to pieces. I look forward to my!Kirk/cso_spock's interactions in the future.))

[original_fine]

[[OOC - Making a new thread, for convenience and to show, perhaps, passage of time? In case TOS!Spock wants to be asleep, too.]]

The door opened to him, the room familiarly dark and too-warm for perfect human comfort. Jim had been careful to not press the link too far, as if, perhaps, afraid of what he'd find there. He wasn't a coward but he was used to dealing with things head-on.

He entered, letting his eyes adjust.

[kirktastic]

"...and you enjoy this?" Kirk muttered from behind as he stood behind, feeling the wave of heat. He liked his room just above shivering, since it helped him sleep. He peered inside around Jim's shoulder, brows up.

[original_fine]

"Vulcan physiology," he murmured. "I'll get used to it."

A slight frown appeared on his face, not of disapproval, but confusion. Two figures in the bed, but he hadn't felt McCoy awaken...

[kirktastic]

Kirk stepped inside, a hint unsure, and the light cut off severely as he did because the door to the hall closed. "...Least I don't have to." He kept his voice down just because Jim was.

[cso_spock]

The night passed with great comfort: held close by his elder counterpart with the warm-cool body of the older Jim mediating the warmth under the covers. He didn’t dream very much if at all; his mind preferred to take the time to heal itself from what he had been putting it through the past few weeks. It would wander without direction through a dark velvet haze, and sometimes it would steal a glimpse of a sky that was close enough to that which he had lost

[original_fine]

It was a biological urge that woke him

[sehlatbear]

Spock's transition to wakefulness was the same as it ever was. One moment he was asleep, the next, he was conscious, aware and considering the situation of the day.

Today, he was pressed against the warmth of his young counterpart, with an arm stretched across him to intertwine fingers with Jim.

This was an acceptable position in which to awake.

He sharpened his senses: Spock awake but meditating, Jim awake but holding himself there as needed.

"And so we arrive at the morning."

[cso_spock]

He pulled himself out of his reverie as the third person of their group finally woke, and opened his eyes again. "Yes," He murmured, and his hold on the arm to his chest tightened slightly before relaxing again. "Thank you for allowing me to stay, and...this." It was not often that he couldn't grasp a definite word for a situation, but his experience of cuddling up between alternative versions of himself and his captain was a little lacking. Neither was this just 'cuddling', so to use the term would be incorrect.