MoM Continuations

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[overanalytically]

It is as I thought. You are adjusting to the bond.

[ He gets up from the bed reluctantly to dim or turn off the lights to Jim's room. ]

[overemotionally]

[Now that he was really coming down off of his afterglow, the ache was becoming more prominent and starting to pound behind his eyes. That plus a week's worth of insomnia and dehydration from drinking as well as emotional whiplash was leaving Jim in a sorry state.

He grabs a pillow from further up the bed and places it over his eyes.]

I hope this isn't going to turn into an "I told you so".

[overanalytically]

Would you find it appropriately chastising if it were?

[ But he takes some mercy on Jim, spying a bottle of water Jim has in his room and brings it back to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. ]

[overemotionally]

Ugh.

[He can't even think of something snappy to say to that right this second. When the bed dips again, he removes the pillow and props himself up on his side with an elbow. He takes the bottle gratefully and drinks half of it in one go. Jim lays back down heavily and rubs at his face again muttering:]

If you expect me to say "you were right I should have listened", you'll be waiting a while.

[There's a small smirk here because dammit, he'd do it again too. Even if it did feel like someone was driving an ice pick into his skull.]

[overanalytically]

I expect no such thing.

[overemotionally]

[His eyes are closed for now but the sarcastic slant to his smile softens. He blindly reaches out and gropes for Spock, finding a forearm and trailing it down to thread their fingers together.]

Good.

[overanalytically]

[ Spock doesn't reply verbally to that, but he laces his fingers with Jim's.

He also keeps a barrier up from the normal touch telepathy, preventing Jim from exercising his ability here to minimize his headache. ]

[overemotionally]

[He tugs a bit at Spock's hand indicating him to come closer. He's grateful for the barrier at the moment--he's not sure how much more he could take at this point in terms of building up his headache. He's had some bad hangovers in the past but this was blowing all the rest away.]

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[ He glances down at Jim at the tug, not understanding what the tug is for. ]

[overemotionally]

[He cracks an eye open.]

C'mere.

[overanalytically]

... You wish me to lie next to you?

[overemotionally]

[His brows furrow.]

Yeah?

[He pulls a little bit more--he'd be more amused in another circumstance.]

[overanalytically]

[ He's still a bit perplexed as to why Jim would want that, but he moves to lie back down, maneuvering so he can pull the sheets up as well. Now that they've started to cool off, Spock is actually a little chilled. ]

[overemotionally]

Never done this before?

[He runs his thumb up Spock's hand and moved closer, settling into the bed and closing his eyes once more.]

[overanalytically]

I have, though my body temperature is typically found to be unpleasant by my partner.

[ He settles close to Jim though he remains on his back, pulling the covers up fairly high for himself. ]

[overemotionally]

[He's overtaken by a bone-deep (soul-deep?) exhaustion. Between that and this migraine (headache at this point is too tame), he's having issue staying awake, though he's trying. He's on his stomach facing towards Spock.

There's a slight twinge of jealousy here but he can't even be bothered to acknowledge it--there's no reason to be, after all.

His words come out slightly slurred:]

I get that--'M usually too warm.

[As though for demonstration, he puts the hand closest to Spock under the blankets and splays it out across his chest, where his heart might be if he were human. Still kind of bizarre to feel nothing but the faint vibrations of where his heart actually is.

He was sure he'd get used to it eventually.]

[overanalytically]

[ At least there, Jim will get to feel the expanse of his chest, feel the rise of it as he breathes. But Spock is very appreciative of Jim's warmth just then, the sensation of Jim's hand pleasant.

It makes Spock more confident to wrap his own arm around Jim as well, shifting closer and turning towards him just slightly to do so. ]

[overemotionally]

[Jim shifts so that the hand that had been on Spock's chest is now snaked up and over his hip loosely. He presses his forehead against Spock's shoulder (the small movement makes his head feel like it weighs a thousand pounds)--the coolness helps a little bit. He mutters:]

Feels good.

[He's rapidly losing consciousness as everything catches up with him and before even a couple of minutes pass, his breathing evens out and his face, which had been wincing slightly every once in a while, finally slackens.]

[overanalytically]

[ He had lifted his other hand to the back of Jim's neck when they shifting to face each other more, finger pressing in slightly. He runs his fingertips along his spine and the bade of Jim's head, pressing into the pressure points to try and relieve his migraine however slightly there.

Once he realizes Jim's unconsciousness, there's a light smile spreading across his expression. ]

Rest well, Jim.