[True to his (not very well thought out) word, Jim begins to stir about 12 hours after the most intense sex of his life. He slowly wakes up out of a refreshing (for one) sleep, the only thing off being how sore he was. Not just his ass where he expects it, but his chest and hips are sore and...he slowly cracks open an eye, inhaling deeply and bringing up a hand to rub at his eye. A quick glance down reveals purpling bruises against his hips and on his chest. It was the painful kind of sore, not the deliciously warm kind of sore that was the rest of his body this...morning? afternoon? He wasn't sure.
Jim rubs at his face and he's never been this relaxed that he can remember. He feels...at peace. He's going to have a hard time leaving Spock's bed.]
12 HOURS LATER
Jim rubs at his face and he's never been this relaxed that he can remember. He feels...at peace. He's going to have a hard time leaving Spock's bed.]