
Jim woke to the feel of surrounding love and warmth. As though he were enclosed in a cocoon. It was not exactly a strange feeling, but one he was definitely unused to.
He was almost too warm, bordering on uncomfortably hot, but he still didn’t wish to move or dislodge the heavy Vulcan body encasing him.
Spock’s arm was firmly tucked against him, holding onto Jim’s middle as though he never intended to let Jim go. That would be okay with Jim.
Of course, he knew they would be forced to move eventually. They had too much to do, too many duties, too much whatever to do, but for now, he was content to stay there.
When Spock stirred, he was so close to Jim he felt the hot breath on the back of his throat. The arm already wrapped around him tightened more.
“Good morning,” Jim whispered. The words were simple but felt unused. He couldn’t remember when he’d awakened like this before with anyone and that it was with Spock…Jim could barely fathom that.
“Good morning.” Spock’s voice sounded both hoarse and hesitant.
Jim feared that Spock regretted everything and that he would suddenly release Jim and scramble from the bed to beat a hasty retreat. He felt himself tense in anticipation.
But Spock’s arm pulled him closer against him. And Spock murmured, “This is a most pleasant awakening.”
Jim’s chest loosened and his heart leapt. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah. It sure is.”
“I have been waiting a long time for this.”
“You have?” Jim asked, surprised. Then he turned to teasing, “Mistletoe?”
“No,” Spock answered as though Jim had been serious. “Though I am pleased it got the matter going, so to speak. That and the chocolate caramel Nyota slipped me.”
“She gave you candy?”
“To loosen me up for the holiday gathering.”
“Maybe she deserves a commendation for that,” Jim said, this time only half joking. “For the record, I have too.”
Spock’s other arm came around him, turning him around to face Spock, gathering Jim close to his chest. Jim sighed against Spock’s throat.
“Love is a many splendored thing,” he murmured.
“Hmm?”
Jim shook his head. “Nothing. Never mind. I don’t want to move.”
“Let’s not.”
Jim smiled. Kissed Spock’s pulse at his throat.
“This is such comfort,” Spock whispered.
His smile widened. “Such joy.”
December 1, 2019 at 5:14 am
Happy sigh. First day of my advent calendar! Perfect fic.
I just loved it. Love the tenderness and gentle emotion. Love how they just fit.
And really love the interpretation.
Well done! Yay!
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December 1, 2019 at 9:48 am
Thank you! And so it begins. Merry 🎄
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December 1, 2019 at 5:21 am
Perfect to start the 25 fics with! Oh my goodness. Loved this ❤ the warmth of it and the love! Perfect!
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December 1, 2019 at 9:49 am
Thank you my friend! 🎄
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December 1, 2019 at 6:59 am
Merry Gentlemen, indeed.
And to sneak in a second song, you sly fox, you!
Nothing could be more perfect for the first outing of this gift we unwrap further every day.
Yep, they’re letting nothing dismay them!
A Vulcan cocoon.
Would that we all could be so lucky.
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December 1, 2019 at 9:50 am
Yes they are merry. It reminds me of that TNG where Warf says “I am not a merry man”, ha ha.
But these two, yes, they are merrily in love. Thank you.
Merry Christmas 🎄
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December 1, 2019 at 1:37 pm
What a cozy image this story creates!
“Jim woke to the feel of surrounding love and warmth.” Mmmmm! Love it! Truly a well-deserved moment of comfort and joy for our boys!
Thank goodness for mistletoe and chocolate-caramel from a meddling Uhura! They just needed a tiny push to reveal their great love!
Thank you for brightening my gloomy, snowy day today! ❤
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December 1, 2019 at 6:31 pm
Glad you liked it!
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