. . . “You’re so warm,” Kirk said, a hint of wonder accenting the affection in his tone.
At the oblique indication that Kirk was still feeling uncomfortably chilly, Spock nearly suggested they adjourn to their quarters. But apart from the temperature, they were both in such a perfectly contented, wonderfully lazy mood. Loath to think of moving—and possibly breaking the exquisite spell they were under—Spock wished he had somehow thought to bring one of their numerous blankets with him.
A fraction of a heartbeat later, the obvious solution to their problem finally occurred to his blithely sluggish mind. . .
(AO3 rating: Mature)
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