“Fancy a game?” Jim asks, ignoring the question, gesturing at the chessboard that lay abandoned on the side. “I’m not ready to call it a night just yet.”
“I would enjoy that,” Spock says, “but I came over to communicate that the mess will be closing for cleaning in ten minutes,” Spock says, with a regretful tilt to his head.
“I should probably get to the transporter,” Jim sighs, but he doesn’t get up. That old mischief is still creeping its way down his spine.
“I would be happy to escort you,” Spock says, which is…interesting.
No surprise, after my boys finally met in SNW’s “Lost in Translation” (and that handshake!) I simply needed more – and this fic delivers, with lovely flirting and (in the second part) smut!