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Spock + Authority Figures: A (Non-Exhaustive) Compilation of Sass.
Idk I’m bored
#space husbands #spirk #kirk #spock
Jim looks up, and immediately his heart jumps. ”Spock.”
"Jim," his husband returns quietly. Smiling shakily, Jim pushes up from the bed, where he’s spent most of the two weeks his husband’s been out on a training mission. Spock is already walking toward him, and Jim meets him only a few unsteady steps from the bed. He slides an arm around Jim’s waist, and with a heavy sigh, Jim closes his eyes and leans in.
Spock draws him close, his other hand curling at the base of Jim’s neck. He can feel his husband’s worry; it’s sharp through their bond. There is a subtle wash of discontent beneath it, which Jim prefers not to focus on.
"I’m glad you’re back," he mumbles, no need to enunciate; he knows Spock can feel his emotions. He’s too tired to enunciate.
It’s quiet for what feels like a long time, and when Spock eventually inhales slowly, Jim braces for the admonishment he knows is coming.
"You have not been taking care of yourself," Spock’s voice is low, gravelly in the way it always is when he’s trying to temper his emotions. "You have lost weight."
"No, I’m fine," Jim tells him, although he’s aware there’s no chance Spock will let this go. "I’ve just been… tired."
"You are experiencing fatigue because you have not been eating enough," Spock corrects, and it sounds like the words are being forced through his lips. Jim closes his eyes, puts his arms around Spock’s neck and is immediately pulled tighter into the warmth of his chest. His voice has a slight tremor as he says, "You assured me you would take care of yourself."
Jim doesn’t know what to say; his chest is tangled in knots of guilt. Sometimes… when no one’s there to remind him… when Spock isn’t there to remind him… sometimes, he just forgets to eat. It doesn’t always seem important. ”I’m sorry,” he eventually says hoarsely, because that’s easier. He doesn’t want to rehash old subjects, old scars left from his time spent on Tarsus.
"I do not require an apology, Jim," Spock murmurs against his scalp. "It… pains me to see you this way, to know that I have been remiss—"
"You haven’t been," Jim tells him quickly. "You were away, and I just…" He tries to shrug but he’s too tightly wrapped in Spock’s arm. "I’ll be better next time."
Spock says nothing, but he does press his lips to Jim’s temple, which relieves some of the anxiety tugging at his insides. ”I am here now, ashayam,” Spock assures him, and with that reassurance, the rest of the anxiety fades away.