
It was all over except the goodbyes. And they were happening.
It was, admittedly, a huge relief to Spock. He’d never really wanted everyone over, of course. It wasn’t that he had a problem with their guests. Really, he did not.
But life with Jim was still so new and special, he didn’t really like anyone interfering with that. And then there was all the fuss Jim had gone through.
His boyfriend had risen early and spent all day cooking and fussing. They had so much food left over, even with giving care packages to their friends and family, it couldn’t put a dent in it. They would never eat it all.
The pie contest had been called as a tie, thankfully. And perhaps Spock had a little something to do with persuading the judges to declare it so. But at the end of the day, Jim and McCoy seemed satisfied.
Jim lingered at the door, hugging everyone. Well, except for Spock’s dad.
Finally, Jim closed the door, with promises to have breakfast with his mother in the morning, and dinner with Spock’s parents’ tomorrow night. Still far too much socializing.
Spock looped a finger in the belt-loop of Jim’s pants and pulled him away from the door, turning him around to face Spock, then drawing him into his arms.
Jim sighed wetly against Spock’s neck, snuggling close. “God, I’m exhausted. I think I’m barely standing.”
“It is no wonder. You were up early and overdid everything.”
“Anything worth doing is worth overdoing,” Jim muttered against him. “Everything was so good too. I’m happy about the way it turned out.”
“You should be. I believe everyone considered it an enormous success.”
Jim pulled back to smile at Spock. “Yeah?”
“Very much so.” Spock kissed him. “What are your plans now, my love?”
“Clean up and then veg on the couch with a big turkey sandwich.”
Spock stared at him. “You wish to continue eating?”
“Well.” Jim laughed. “Sure. It’s a tradition.”
Spock shook his head. “You go relax on the couch, I will clean up.”
Later, when Spock was done, he went to check on Jim, who was snoring away. With an affectionate sigh, he leaned down, scooped Jim up and carried him to their bed.
“Didn’t get the turkey sandwich,” Jim mumbled.
“Tomorrow.”
“For breakfast.”
Spock shook his head and leaned down toward Jim. “Goodnight, Jim.” Spock kissed his forehead. “And happy gathering. Next year, I hope we will be in space.”
thank you, this concludes this little short series of vignettes on this Academy couple.
November 20, 2020 at 4:03 am
Love it! Love them so much. Spocks exasperated fondness, his care, his love. I just adore it all so much. The perfect counterpoint to Jim’s need for perfection.
Perfect fics!
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November 20, 2020 at 7:29 am
Thanks! They were fun!
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November 20, 2020 at 4:28 am
I’m so glad the day went well for them, even if Spock didn’t want the company. I can totally understand that. But he did it to make Jim happy and Jim was ❤
I'm sure Jim will find a way to have a gathering on the ship too LOL
This was great! THank you for sharing!
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November 20, 2020 at 7:29 am
I bet he will too!
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November 20, 2020 at 8:18 am
This was lovely. All of Jim’s hard work payed off. Spock doesn’t really get Thanksgiving, but he’s indulgent of Jim. Love how he cares for him at the end, cleaning up as Jim relaxes and naps, then lovingly scoops him up (Jim must be the special dessert!) to bring him to their bed.
❤️💚🖖😘
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November 20, 2020 at 9:39 am
thanks kindly
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November 20, 2020 at 8:43 am
Very nice! Spock, getting into space is a lot of trouble to go through just to get away from a large family dinner. Remember, with over 400 people on board a starship – you NEVER get away from them. Ever. Mess hall, bridge, all the different departments. The corridors. I remember all the shots in TOS, every time the captain made an all-ship announcement, or they were under attack. The corridors were ALWAYS full of people, shifting from one side to the other. And same in the new movies. Jim with his torn shirt and Bones and Spock accompanying him, walking down the corridor away from the transporter room. People everywhere.
So perhaps, Spock, next year you might be reminiscing for a Thanksgiving when there were ONLY a few family members who show up, eat, and then LEAVE. hahahaha
Great story. I’ve enjoyed it.
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November 20, 2020 at 9:39 am
thank you
and yes, poor Spock, he’s in for a lot of other people interference
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