It’s love month. And I’m on a cruise, but here’s a little flash for you

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“Jim?”

He smiled faintly at his husband’s voice, already aware through the bond they shared that Spock was on his way to find him.

“Doctor McCoy said you left the celebration.”

Jim nodded even as Spock came up behind him and pulled him into his arms, wrapping his strong arms around Jim’s middle.

“Not really in the mood for all that.”

“You are sad.”

It sounded faintly accusatory and Jim supposed from Spock it kinda was. But he knew Spock meant well.

“Just a bit. Been a trying day.”

“I heard that Ensign Walker didn’t make it.”

Jim nodded. “I knew his mom. You know, back in the academy. She wasn’t his mom then.” He laughed. “God I feel old.”

“You are in the prime of your life,” Spock insisted.

“Mm. Thanks to evil maniacal blood.”

“Blood has no emotions or such characteristics. It is simply blood.”

“Well, in his case not simple.”

“I am grateful for what it has done for you. What else has you sad?

“I don’t know. Just…sometimes it gets to be a lot.” Jim turns and buries his face in Spock’s neck. “But you here with me is the best thing ever. I love you so much.”

“And I love you, my T’hy’la. If you do not wish to return to the party there is a massage waiting for you in our bedroom.”

“Now I really love you.” He kissed Spock. “You really are the best. Ever. Thank you.”