“What is a guy like you doing in a place like this?”
Spock’s lips quirked as he looked up from his PADD into the sparkling blue eyes of the too good-looking Human who stood beside his table.
“The duty roster, actually.” Spock gestured to the seat across from him. “Why don’t you join me?”
“If you insist.”
The Human plopped down with an overly dramatic sigh. He picked up the fork Spock had discarded and poked at Spock’s half-eaten fruit bowl.
“Not sure that’s actually real fruit.”
“Doubtful,” Spock acknowledged. “Bored, Captain?”
Jim grinned. “Beyond belief. I’ve been looking for you.”
“And so you have found me.”
“How much longer?”
Spock arched a brow. “What do you have in mind?”
“A little horizontal something something.”
At that he shook his head. Not in an answer to the suggestion but rather to Jim’s word choice.
“Ah come on.”
“You need to eat.”
“Okay, well, then we can have a romantic dinner first. Or, you know, as is my preference, after.”
“The duty roster—”
“I’ll do it while we eat. Or you can. Or together, whatever. Come on, Spock, this is the first time we’ve had time to breathe in a long time. We should spend it together in our quarters, basking in our love.”
Both eyebrows shot up at that.
Jim laughed. “I read that on a love card.”
“A love card?”
“Yeah you know romance, Valentine’s.”
“It is Groundhog’s Day,” Spock pointed out.
“Right, but V day is coming. You’re stalling. Let’s go have a little romance.”
Spock shut down his PADD and rose, reaching down to pull Jim up from his seat, too.
After all it was only logical to romance one’s husband, Spock supposed.
As they walked along the corridor, close enough to touch, there were some crew members who would swear their fingers were touching.