Spock awoke in a chilly, empty room. Feeling the stirrings of panic, the half-Vulcan man rolled over, assessing his situation as he moved. No injuries, no emotional distress, slightly cooler than his usual body temperature, definitely alone, he thought to himself, momentarily forgetting the mind-meld he had with his Captain. As if on cue, Jim sent the sensation of a smirk to Spock. Jim? Are you well? the Commander questioned, worry tingeing his query. Spock, I'm fine, you were asleep when I woke up for Alpha shift so I left you alone. Spock considered this, then sent back a small burst of confusion. His body was slightly fatigued, yes, but it wouldn't have caused him to oversleep by three hours. He was scheduled for Alpha shift alongside Jim, he never would have overslept.

Jim felt Spock's resonating confusion and worry, and deduced his mate must still be under the effects of his Pon Farr. Do you not remember last night, love? He felt Spock's confusion increase, then the half-Vulcan began scanning Jim's memory. Ah… came the mental response. 'Ah' indeed, Mr. Spock. Jim flirtatiously thought, and turned his attention to his bemused crew. Uhura spoke up first, her eyes sparkling with knowledge. "Captain… I think I speak for the crew when I say it is good to see you back in one piece." her voice trembled slightly with silent laughter. Sulu couldn't choke back a snort in time, the back of his ears turning bright pink. Jim frowned, his brow crinkling. "What did Bones tell you all?" "Oh, only that you and the Commander had some interesting encounters yesterday…" came the lofty reply from Lieutenant Uhura. Now most of the bridge was silently shaking with laughter, with the exception of Chekov, who seemed rather flustered.

As Spock heard the whirring of the turbo lift doors open in front of him, he was met with a near-silent bridge, as most of the crew was averting their eyes from the Captain and First Officer. Chekov looked rather startled, his eyes reflecting confusion and nerves. Jim, what is going on? Spock felt a wave of trepidation from his husband, along with disapproval aimed not at Spock, but someone else. I'll explain later, love. Uneasily, Spock took his seat beside an Ensign who's name slipped his mind momentarily. Behind him, his Vulcan senses picked up a young voice with an accent querying another. "Sulu… Mizter Sulu… Vhat is goingh on? Is de Keptin okey? And vhat is vrong vit de Kommander?" Spock hear a distinct chuckle from Sulu's direction and the whisper of someone's fingers on a PADD. Spock held his breath, counting the seconds internally. In 2.39 minutes, Chekov took a deep breath, then a breathy "Oh."

Jim watched like a hawk as Sulu passed a PADD to Chekov, his human ears not quite picking up on the whispered conversations, but feeding off of Spock's thoughts upon it. As Captain, he knew he had an override code to every PADD aboard the Enterprise, and with a gentle nudge from his First Officer's thoughts, was pulling up Sulu's access screen immediately. He felt Spock's eyes turn to watch him, his partner reaching through the meld to see what Jim saw. Now it was Jim's turn to snort, his lack of embarrassment embarrassing Spock further. "Mr. Sulu, I believe you are misinformed. It was the other way around." The pilot's jaw dropped, and Jim watched in amusement as Sulu's PADD screen filled up with message requests to know what the Captain was talking about.

Spock colored bright green from his station, the muscles in his jaw ticking furiously. Couldn't resist, Spocky. He felt Jim's amusement through the meld, and allowed himself a small twitch at the corner of his mouth, the Vulcan equivalent of a grin. Now every ensign on the bridge will think that I have been fucking you senseless for the past two days. After a moment of lust at Spock's use of foul language, Jim sent even more amusement through the bond, They aren't too far off… Are they, Commander? Spock shivered at the use of his formal title, Jim only used that when he was feeling particularly domineering.

"Have we received any transmissions from Starfleet, Lieutenant Uhura?" Jim asked, completely nonchalant as he sprawled in his oversized chair. He silently smirked at Spock's reaction to his innuendos, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Uhura cleared her throat, finding Jim's smirk infectious, "No, Captain, nothing has come in or out." Jim heard Sulu's splutter and felt Spock's shock at her audacity. "You might want to double check, I heard some things were going to be received." Jim added a cheeky wink, knowing how much his blatant openness about his sexual life bothered Spock. Sulu was now struggling not to wipe away tears of mirth, Chekov looking more and more flustered.

Must you be so forthright with every detail of our sexual relations? Spock was now highly uncomfortable, the beginnings of arousal stirring in his stomach. He struggled not to let Jim feel it, lest the Captain do something else rash. Spock was unsuccessful in covering up his discomfort however, and Jim's pure delight and lust flowed through the bond. Spock, you're getting hot from this? Spock's ears went an even deeper shade of green, and Jim cackled from the chair he lounged in. Jim… This isn't funny in any manner… I am extremely… Uncomfortable. At Jim's sudden outburst, Sulu had begun looking back and forth between the pair until Spock felt the pilot's gaze settle upon him.

Jim couldn't contain his laughter when he realized Spock was getting hard listening to Jim talk about their accomplishments in the bedroom. Sulu caught on, and finally settled on staring at Spock, putting the pieces together in his head. Chekov looked to Sulu, his shiny blue eyes filled with something Jim couldn't place. Sitting back in his chair, he considered the two men in front of him. A slow smile crept onto his face, and he realized how often the two ensigns appeared off the turbo lift at the same time, their faces flushed. Jim felt Spock note his change of thought, and agree with Jim's conclusion. It is highly likely they are in a relationship. I would presume they are sexually active, as well. Jim snorted, No shit, Sherlock. He felt his partner pause, then his head tilt. Jim… Who is Sherlock? With a sigh, the Captain sent back a quick warm feeling. He loved Spock, but the half-Vulcan had his moments.

Spock was rather taken aback by his mate's sudden rush of love, tinged with acceptance. He then began to check diagnostic reports of the Enterprise, and attend to his duties as Science Officer. In the back of his mind, he felt Jim turn to his duties as well, interjected with the rather errant human thoughts he was prone to. Spock never failed to be surprised at how much he cropped up in the Captain's thoughts, sometimes lovingly, lust-tinged, and occasionally even a small pang of loneliness. The tall man ran his hands across the touch keys, hardly focusing on something that had become habit after his many years aboard the ship.

The chair was a little bit softer today, Jim noted, and felt a surge of gratefulness to McCoy. As senior medical officer, Bones had a hard task, running the sickbay by himself, but he always made sure Jim was well-off. Jim knew Spock still felt guilty for being so rough with him the past two days, but now that the worst was over, he knew that tonight would be well worth it for the couple. He licked his lips, settling back into the chair and letting his eyes glide over the PADD screen without really reading. Thank God the Enterprise had such a capable crew, Jim thought, he had plenty of time to make plans of his own. He knew Spock would catch wind of his thoughts, and it didn't take long before his First Officer was sitting ramrod straight at his post, the pointy tips of his ears tinged green once more.

Spock felt Jim's thoughts changing direction slowly and paid it little heed. Until he saw images of himself fucking Jim into their mattress slowly as the human cried out his name. This was going to be a long, long shift.