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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[original_fine]

It was a biological urge that woke him.

He woke slowly, the sense of the room and the mind near him solidifying into something familiar. Spock's room, the larger bed which had seen their (their? his?) pon farr, a pleasant buzz where their fingers touched and a less pleasant but not yet urgent pressure in his bladder and a certain soreness he recalled the reason for with some fondness and--

It was not Leonard in bed with them, naturally, though the body was slight. It was too warm, however, and the hand trapping his other arm did not feel like McCoy's.

Spock.

The previous evening came back to him, then, stealing quietly and manifesting largely as a great tenderness. Jim Kirk had been feeling rather a lot and doing rather little of late, and this was no exception. He did not have to open his eyes to have a vision--imaginary, not the bond--of the younger Vulcan asleep between them, curled innocently around both of them in his sleep and vulnerable and if this was what he needed, if this helped, by god Jim was going to give it to him.

The head could wait.

[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.

[original_fine]

It was an interesting way to greet the day, certainly. Oddly formal even in its intimacy. How like Spock.

Jim opened his eyes, finally, to take in the scene. It would be dishonest to say that the combined factors of two Spocks plus one bed didn't suggest something to his mind, but it was a fleeting and idle thought.

He wondered if Spock was privy to all such, now. And how that made him feel.

"Good morning," he said, seeing no sign of embarrassment on the younger Spock's features at finding him here. The last thing he wished to do was make the man--clearly somewhat more on edge than his older counterpart--uneasy.

[sehlatbear]

"Spock, has this rest period aided your hakausu?"

Spock was almost reluctant to move. The bed was warm and the comfortable press of bodies was a physical reassurance that his counterpart would be healed.

He flexed his fingers lightly in Jim's grip, a subtle good morning kiss.

[cso_spock]

"Ha, it has, greatly," He confirmed with the Vulcan tone. He did not miss the gesture, as subtle as it was, though he averted his eyes away from it.

[original_fine]

Jim, focused on the younger Spock (though receiving with great comfort his Spock's private greeting), did not miss the direction of his eyes. He had no idea what they were talking about, but it didn't matter, much. Some Vulcan thing.

The kid did look better.

Reluctantly, Jim disengaged from Spock's hand, not wanting to disturb the other overmuch.

[sehlatbear]

The breaking of the connection set Spock into motion. He sat up, though he placed a hand on his counterpart's upper arm, a gesture of continued comfort.

"Do you plan to beam down to Risa today? My mates and I would be gratified to share a meal with you and your Nyota during this period of shore leave."

[original_fine]

Jim realized that he was still entwined with the younger Spock, his arm cradled to the Vulcan's chest, and he waited.

"We would," he confirmed.

[cso_spock]

"I do plan to transport down, and I would be glad to dine with you, provided that Nyota agrees with the arrangement." Spock finally let go of the arm he was holding, withdrawing his hands from the elder Jim as he rolled mostly onto his back, to look up at his counterpart.

[original_fine]

Jim, smiling, took the opportunity to get up and relieve himself.

Damn, he was sore. Sleeping in one position, held there by two needy Vulcans, hadn't helped matters any. Not that he minded, much.

[sehlatbear]

Spock watched as his Jim headed for the restroom then looked back down at his counterpart and held his dark gaze.

[cso_spock]

Spock looked up at him for a few more moments after not-his Jim disappeared from the bed, and then sat up, pulling the covers away as he did. "The two of you have been remarkably kind to me," He noted quietly, and made his way to the side of the bed. He didn't want to intrude on their time together anymore than he had.

[sehlatbear]

Spock watched him, considered, then placed a hand on his counterpart's shoulder.

Tilek svi'khaf-spol t'vathu - tilek svi'sha'veh.

I do not believe the words of Surak have achieved such a literal meaning prior to these events. You are no intruder to me and thus not to mine.

[original_fine]

Jim took his time.

He felt Spock's reassurance of the other, through the bond. Something had happened last night. Something... not like what had occurred between himself and Jim. But Spock was not Jim. And Jim didn't exactly expect everyone to react the same way to meeting one's younger/older double.

As consumed as he was by the new bond, by worry for Bones, for Spock, Jim needed something to do. And Spock's concern for the younger one offered that. If he was allowed. But whatever Spock was saying to him--Jim could not hear, and only feel the meaning when he concentrated--he agreed.

[cso_spock]

He looked over at him, hearing and studying the words he had heard before in a more abstract sense. Spock then looked forward again, and leaned down to pick up his discarded command shirt, but didn't put it on just yet. "I suppose your Jim will not mind if I return on a later date, then?"