Surely he was dreaming this. Had he fallen asleep waiting for Spock to come talk to him? And if he had, Jim hoped he never woke.

It was not Jim’s desk that Spock moved him to in the next moment, though, Jim would have been very okay with that. But rather the enveloping softness of his own bed.

Somehow the backs of Jim’s knees hit the mattress and then he was laying there, flat on his back, with Spock on top, kissing him completely and utterly breathless.

He’d never dreamed Spock knew how to kiss like this, like he was stealing Jim’s very soul.