Spock did not know what his next move was as he sat beside Jim.
Jim had not yet removed his feet from being curled up under him. He was looking toward the screen where the movie had begun to play. There was a blonde actress and a dark haired actor. Spock was unfamiliar with both.
Spock let out a breath. “Should you wish to…place your feet on me, I will allow it.”
Jim’s head slowly turned toward Spock, his wide gaze landing on Spock. “I…what?”
Spock’s mouth felt dry. “Your feet. If they are cold, you are welcome to lay them across my lap.”
Jim’s tongue came out to trace his bottom lip. Then very carefully he unfolded his legs and stretched them across the small couch to rest his bare feet on Spock’s lap. Those eyes stared at Spock, the blue so saturated that Spock’s breath caught in his throat at their beauty.
“Okay…uh, thank you.”
Spock swallowed heavily, trying to pretend to look at the movie while looking at Jim, instead. “I…the other evening when I left, the night we moved in.”
“It was…I believe you were under the impression I went out with a…for a sexual…”
“Spock, it’s okay, you don’t have to—”
“It was my mother.”
He felt Jim’s stare then. He did not look directly at Jim, but he felt the heat of Jim’s gaze. On the screen, the actress had just fallen into a fountain and the actor was trying to get her out.
Jim cleared his throat. “I may be going out on a limb here, but, do you…?”
Spock looked over.
The tongue came out again. “Spock, do you…are you interested in me?”
Jim had turned a little pink as though perhaps a blush. And Spock saw something that cause an answering leap in his own heart. Hesitant hope in Jim’s gaze.
Spock was going to have to take a giant leap.
“Yes, Jim. I am.”
And just like that Jim moved in a flash and was suddenly sitting on Spock’s lap.
“Shut up and kiss me.”