I think maybe three more parts after this and we will conclude this.

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Jim woke slowly, cocooned in warmth, held close, bare skin to bare skin. It took only a moment for his brain to catch up. Yes, he was in Spock’s bed where he had spent a very good night.

Spock stirred too and suddenly dark eyes gazed upon him.

“Good morning,” Jim spoke first. For light streamed gently through the blind on the window.

“Good morning.” Spock’s voice was deep and rough and it sent another thrill through Jim that he was well aware they had no time to indulge.

But it brough back memories of the night before and the passion they’d shared over and over.

“You are smiling.”

“Remembering last night.”

“Then I share that smile, inwardly anyway. We will be late if we don’t rise soon.”

Jim yawned. “I suppose. I’m inclined to miss my first class and just lie in.”

Spock’s lips curved. “As an instructor at the Academy I must advise you against that.” He paused. “However, as…”

When he hesitated, Jim supplied, “Lover.”

A faint color appeared on Spock’s cheeks, but he said, “As your lover I can think of no objection to having you continue to lie here in my bed at your leisure.”

“That sounds like approval to me.” Jim grinned.

Spock shook his head and made to rise. “I, however, am conducting an exam in my first class.”

“Mm. My roommate is in that class.”

“What is your roommates name?”

“Bones. Leonard McCoy.”

“Yes, I know him.”

Jim chuckled. “I bet. He’s a complainer. I love him, of course. But he does love to bitch. And he hates that class.”

“You do not appear to be influenced by his opinion.”

As Spock stood,  Jim turned on to his back and linked his arms behind his head on the pillow.

“Nah, I know he’s a grump. Besides you have mad chess skills.”

“Ah, so you appreciate me for my skills at chess.”

“That and your fantastic body and delicious lips.”

Spock arched a brow. “I really must get ready.”

“Speaking of, we don’t have to set up a chess match just to see each other now, do we?”

“No.”

Jim smiled. “Great. But maybe you’d better kiss me before you go into the bathroom in case I get lonely.”

“You are illogical,” Spock pronounced, but he leaned down to do so anyway. It was quick though.

“That’s it?”

“Neither of has yet brushed our teeth. As desirable as you are…”

Jim laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. Go get ready, Professor.”

And as Spock made his way into the bathroom, Jim dozed with a smile on his face.