Till Morning's Light
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Pairing/Characters: Kirk, Spock. Gen.
Rating: G
Summary: During their time in New York of the past, Spock is cold one night. Kirk has a perfectly logical solution.
Words: ~650
Notes: Written for the "Sharing a Bed" square on my trope_bingo card. The title comes from (one version of) the children's prayer "Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep".
Spock curls in on himself, his body wracked with shivers as he tries to keep warm against the chill of the night. Their 'flop', which is somewhat lacking in insulation, was previously bearable - if not pleasant - but temperatures over the last few days have dropped to uncomfortable levels. Even his vaunted Vulcan control can only go so far, and the effort required to keep his body temperature stable is beginning to wear on him. He buries himself further into the thin blankets and attempts to will himself to sleep, only to be distracted by a voice from the other bed. "Spock? Are you okay?"
Something inside Spock warms slightly at the concern in Kirk's tone. His friend is the only thing currently making this situation tolerable. "I am fine, Jim," he replies. "Go to sleep." He frowns at the slight tremor to his voice, hoping Kirk did not catch it. They both have to work tomorrow, and the last thing he wants is for his condition to affect Kirk's rest as well.
His hope turns out to be in vain, however. He hears a sigh, followed by the shift of blankets and the sound of footsteps. A second later he feels cool fingers against his cheek. "You're not fine," Kirk says, in the tone of one confirming a suspicion. "You're freezing." Exasperation and something Spock thinks might be affection slips through his touch as he speaks.
Spock opens his mouth to respond, but he doesn't get the chance before Kirk orders, "Wait here," and disappears. He returns a moment later, trailing the blankets from his bed, and throws them over Spock before standing back to survey his handiwork.
"What are you doing?" Spock asks. Surely Kirk isn't going to risk his own health in some illogical attempt to help him?
"Getting you warm," Kirk replies. He grabs the pillow off his bed and adds, "Budge over."
Spock just stares at him for several seconds, before Kirk's meaning becomes clear. He supposes there is a certain logic to the idea; sharing body heat is well known as a treatment for hypothermia.
As if echoing his thoughts, Kirk says, "It's the most logical solution. If you continue on like this you're going to get ill, and we can't afford that." He smiles briefly. "Besides, you're not the only one who's cold."
Unable to argue with that, Spock shifts aside and allows Kirk to join him under the covers. The bed is not large, and Kirk has to press in fairly close to avoid falling off the side. They stare at each other silently for a moment before Kirk says quietly, "Turn over."
Spock obeys, shifting to face the wall. Kirk curls around him carefully, one arm draping across his chest. Slowly, warmth begins to seep into Spock's body, relaxing him and easing his shivers. He has not shared a bed with anyone since he was a very small child, but he has to admit it is not an entirely unpleasant sensation.
"Better?" Kirk asks.
"Yes," Spock admits. Their actual skin-to-skin contact is limited by their clothing, but he picks up enough to tell Kirk is pleased by his answer.
"Good," Kirk says. "Get some rest. We've got a long day tomorrow."
That is certainly the truth, and Spock frowns at the thought. He still has a long way to go on the tricorder modifications, and they are running out of time. The sooner they can find McCoy and get back to their own century, the better.
Still, he thinks, as he begins drifting towards unconsciousness, if he had to be stranded in this strange, backwards time, there are worse people to be stuck with. As long as he and Kirk are together, there is hope.
He focuses on that thought and lets it take him into sleep.
Pairing/Characters: Kirk, Spock. Gen.
Rating: G
Summary: During their time in New York of the past, Spock is cold one night. Kirk has a perfectly logical solution.
Words: ~650
Notes: Written for the "Sharing a Bed" square on my trope_bingo card. The title comes from (one version of) the children's prayer "Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep".
Spock curls in on himself, his body wracked with shivers as he tries to keep warm against the chill of the night. Their 'flop', which is somewhat lacking in insulation, was previously bearable - if not pleasant - but temperatures over the last few days have dropped to uncomfortable levels. Even his vaunted Vulcan control can only go so far, and the effort required to keep his body temperature stable is beginning to wear on him. He buries himself further into the thin blankets and attempts to will himself to sleep, only to be distracted by a voice from the other bed. "Spock? Are you okay?"
Something inside Spock warms slightly at the concern in Kirk's tone. His friend is the only thing currently making this situation tolerable. "I am fine, Jim," he replies. "Go to sleep." He frowns at the slight tremor to his voice, hoping Kirk did not catch it. They both have to work tomorrow, and the last thing he wants is for his condition to affect Kirk's rest as well.
His hope turns out to be in vain, however. He hears a sigh, followed by the shift of blankets and the sound of footsteps. A second later he feels cool fingers against his cheek. "You're not fine," Kirk says, in the tone of one confirming a suspicion. "You're freezing." Exasperation and something Spock thinks might be affection slips through his touch as he speaks.
Spock opens his mouth to respond, but he doesn't get the chance before Kirk orders, "Wait here," and disappears. He returns a moment later, trailing the blankets from his bed, and throws them over Spock before standing back to survey his handiwork.
"What are you doing?" Spock asks. Surely Kirk isn't going to risk his own health in some illogical attempt to help him?
"Getting you warm," Kirk replies. He grabs the pillow off his bed and adds, "Budge over."
Spock just stares at him for several seconds, before Kirk's meaning becomes clear. He supposes there is a certain logic to the idea; sharing body heat is well known as a treatment for hypothermia.
As if echoing his thoughts, Kirk says, "It's the most logical solution. If you continue on like this you're going to get ill, and we can't afford that." He smiles briefly. "Besides, you're not the only one who's cold."
Unable to argue with that, Spock shifts aside and allows Kirk to join him under the covers. The bed is not large, and Kirk has to press in fairly close to avoid falling off the side. They stare at each other silently for a moment before Kirk says quietly, "Turn over."
Spock obeys, shifting to face the wall. Kirk curls around him carefully, one arm draping across his chest. Slowly, warmth begins to seep into Spock's body, relaxing him and easing his shivers. He has not shared a bed with anyone since he was a very small child, but he has to admit it is not an entirely unpleasant sensation.
"Better?" Kirk asks.
"Yes," Spock admits. Their actual skin-to-skin contact is limited by their clothing, but he picks up enough to tell Kirk is pleased by his answer.
"Good," Kirk says. "Get some rest. We've got a long day tomorrow."
That is certainly the truth, and Spock frowns at the thought. He still has a long way to go on the tricorder modifications, and they are running out of time. The sooner they can find McCoy and get back to their own century, the better.
Still, he thinks, as he begins drifting towards unconsciousness, if he had to be stranded in this strange, backwards time, there are worse people to be stuck with. As long as he and Kirk are together, there is hope.
He focuses on that thought and lets it take him into sleep.