The two entangled bodies were slowly awakening from slumber.
A loud rumbling noise broke the silence of the room.
“No, I think that was your stomach.”
“Mmmm. Don’t wanna get up.”
“Soon. First, would you take your left hand and move it 3.2 centimeters towards my head, and then scratch my right shoulder blade?”
“I didn’t know Vulcans could itch.”
There was the sound of scratching, and then a sigh of relief.
“Now I have a cramp in my leg.”
“That’s okay, my foot’s asleep.”
“We must get up.”
“I know. But I just want to be CLOSE to you, to STAY close to you.”
The rumbling noise occurred again.
“All RIGHT, dammit!”
As they separated, their two bodies had adhered together in places and it was like ripping off an adhesive bandage. Kirk grimaced. “Oh, we are RIPE. And these sheets are nasty. I admit, green is my new favorite color, but not on these sheets, not right now.”
Spock reached over and grabbed Kirk by the chin. He gently rubbed his lips over Kirk’s mouth in what Jim thought of as the butterfly wing kiss. “Blue is my new favorite color.”
Kirk closed his eyes and smiled slowly. “Are you starting something again?” Spock leaped from the bed and headed towards the bathroom. “You wish. I am showering first, so you change the bed.”
“I can help you with that shower.”
Spock turned around. “No. Last time you offered, we lost two days’ water allocation.”
Jim quickly made the bed with clean linen while Spock bathed. He was afraid his face was going to split, or that his cheeks would soon fall off. Never in his life had he smiled as much as he was smiling now. Being in love, having that love returned, and then getting married had all defined the word happiness in his life. Yep, after all these years, Jim Kirk was happy.
The source of his happiness exited the bathroom looking perfectly groomed and sparkling clean.
Kirk wadded up the soiled sheets and heaved them right at Spock’s head. He quickly scooted around Spock and slid in the bathroom. “You throw the dirty stuff in the sonic cleaner and fix breakfast. It’s my turn to shower!”
By the time Spock had pulled the sheets off his head, the bathroom door was closed and he could hear the shower running. He walked towards the kitchen, a small quirk in the corner of his mouth. His human. His spouse. His love. His life.
Kirk opened the bathroom door cautiously, in case Spock had planned retaliation. Apparently, he held no grudges, for Kirk was met with the biggest mug of coffee he’d ever seen. Two quick gulps later, he sighed contentedly. “Ahhh! You saved my life.”
Spock raised an eyebrow. “The food is waiting for us in the kitchen.”
Two plates of assorted sliced breads and fruits sat on the table. Kirk sat down immediately and tried to find the bottom of the coffee mug. Spock brought his cup of freshly brewed tea to his seat.
“Any more coffee?”
“Yes, behind you on the counter. I made one whole pot, and your mug holds half. So by that measurement, there’s enough for a second cup.”
“A perfect life! No forks?”
“The way the breads and fruits are prepared into strips, this is served as finger food.”
“Great! We can feed each other, then.”
“And the purpose of this is?”
“Mister Spock, have you no romance in your soul? It would be fun! It would be very pleasurable. And the best part, it might even get messy.”
Kirk brought the coffee mug up to his mouth for one last sip. “Oh, yeah. Might smear fruit juices on fingers or faces, or drop crumbs on laps, you just never know.”
Those clean sheets soon needed changing again.
# # #
Kirk was spread-eagle on the bed, staring at the ceiling. His breathing had almost returned to normal. Spock was on his side, propped up on one arm, looking at Kirk’s face, and while he wasn’t smiling, he looked very … satisfied. Both sets of legs were deliciously entangled.
“Clothing is vastly overrated.”
“Clothing has definite usefulness.”
Kirk continued to look at the ceiling, but shook his head. “Nahhhh.”
Spock took the first two fingers of his free hand, and gently traced Jim’s jawbone, from ear to chin. Un-freaken-believable! It was like those fingers had left a trail of menthol on the skin, or pure habanero juice. Spock pushed on the chin, and made Jim look in his direction.
Jim stared at Spock with wide-eyed awe. “Wow!” he whispered.
“Jim. Meld with me.”
“I’d like that. A lot.”
“Put your fingers on my face, as I am doing to you.”
Spock touched Kirk’s psi points, and simultaneously, Kirk did the same to Spock.
Oh! This was so different! Instead of being in the space-like inky-black where they had met before, this place, this state of being, this UNIVERSE was…shit, it was indescribable.
Superlatives were useless here. It was the best, greatest, biggest OHMYGOD…
“I am here, Jim. Right with you.”
Kirk was embraced and could embrace in return, into the most loving hug he’d ever known.
They were face to face, and Spock was really, truly, wearing a huge smile.
“This is our bond, Jim.”
“This is ours? This is us now?”
Spock laughed. Laughed! “Yes. The two of us together create this ‘place,’ this ‘reality,’ this ‘bond.’”
“This is from the love we have for each other?”
“Are you glad you married a Vulcan, Jim?”
“I’m glad I married YOU, Spock.” Blue eyes lost themselves into brown. “I love you.”
“I cherish thee, James.” The corners of those brown eyes crinkled. “And blue is still my new favorite color.”
Suddenly, there was a sound, or a sensation, or an energy that reverberated all around them both, and seemed to echo into the infinity. A sympathetic resonance picked up the initial energy and repeated it. The entire place filled with this energy that was light, that was music, that was pure delight.
Kirk looked all around him in wonder. “This is beautiful! What’s going on?”
Another butterfly wing kiss. Jim could feel himself melting into a puddle of goo. “For lack of more precise terminology, our ‘activated’ marriage bond has been incorporated into the T’hy’la bond.”
Surprise and glee was a combination that looked rather nice on his mate, Spock decided. “We are now bound by love as T’hy’la, for eternity and beyond.”
They soon discovered that mind meld lovemaking was…fascinating.
And a new favorite for both.