Let it Snow!

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Jim woke to the feel of a heavy body leaning into him, surrounding him with warmth and an arm wrapped tightly around him, as though if that arm wasn’t there, Jim would escape.

He smiled to himself as he looked at the man holding onto him so tight.

Spock.

He was facing Jim and his eyes were closed, his face creased against the pillow in Jim’s bed.

This was Jim’s childhood bedroom though when he was a kid he had a much smaller bed.

He turned his head slightly so that he could see the window from his position and sure enough it was still snowing. It had begun the afternoon before. It was the kind of snowstorm that assured they weren’t going anywhere.

Last night was…everything. Their first time. It had been amazing. Unexpected but amazing.

Spock’s eyelids opened suddenly and he stared at Jim wide-eyed and for one tense moment Jim thought what he saw there was Spock’s regret.

To forestall any such thing, Jim said, “Merry Christmas.”

For it was Christmas morning.

Best Christmas Eve ever, Jim thought.

Spock’s lips curved. “You do not regret last night?”

“Not a chance.”

“I find myself relieved.”

Jim grinned. “Right back at you. Pancakes for breakfast?”

“Mmm. But first, perhaps, a little indulgence…”

Jim laughed. “It really is a Merry Christmas.”