Someday my prince will come, someday we’ll meet again
And away to his castle we’ll go
To be happy forever, I know
Spock frowned in the act of drying his face after washing. Glanced toward the door that would enter the captain’s quarters.
It sounded like Jim singing, but…
Spock went to the door and tapped on it.
The door opened to reveal Jim, fully dressed in his uniform and beaming a smile at Spock.
“Were you just singing, Captain?”
“I sure was.”
Spock frowned. “That your prince would come?”
“Yep. From Snow White. An old old Disney film. I once thought about writing a version with seven Vulcans instead of dwarves but…” Jim shrugged.
“Mm hmm. I like Vulcans.”
Spock arched a brow. “For some reason I picture your version as being…pornographic.”
Jim laughed. “You sure are getting to know me. How’d you sleep last night?”
“You ought to know considering I slept beside you.”
“I know.” Jim grinned. “I just wanted you to say that out loud.”
“You are illogical.”
“Yep.” Jim kissed him. “Bridge, Mister Spock?”
Spock shook his head. He was in for a lot with Jim. And he looked forward to it. “Indeed.”