Two more parts after this and we will call this done (August 28 and 30)

Jim woke with a heavy Vulcan arm wrapped tightly around him as though keeping Jim save from would-be captain-nappers. It was cute if mildly causing him some claustrophobia issues.

Though Jim still lay in bed, he suspected once he rose, he’d have a spring in his step. Yeah, okay maybe it was not the time for cliches, but yes, he was happy.

Just then Spock’s lid lifted and he was suddenly staring right at Jim.

Jim smiled. “Morning.”

“Is it already?”

“Yep. We wore each other out. I don’t think anyone is coming in here.”

The brows furrowed between Spock’s eyes.

Jim’s smile widened. “No one is going to steal me.”

After a moment the confusion cleared and Spock relaxed his arm and then lifted it off Jim.

“Are you certain?” Spock asked with a raised row. “Ensign Martin wished to do so.”

“She never stood a chance.”

“No?” Spock looked uncertain and hopeful all at once.

“I don’t really know how you didn’t know.”

“Know what?”

Jim half-smiled. “That I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

Spock leaned in to kiss him, eyes shining. “I know now. And you know it is the same for me.”

“Mmm hmm. Breakfast?”

“Later.”

And once more Jim found himself learning just how much Spock wanted and loved him.