It is dark in the room, dark and quiet. They are cuddled together under the soft blankets, hands slowly, lazily, sliding over skin, legs entwined, faces almost nose to nose. Jim can hear the distant sound of waves lapping at the shore of San Francisco Bay, but they are truly alone here, isolated by the night from the bustling universe around them.
In the dim light of the half moon, he can see Spock close his eyes, not even attempting to hide his pained expression.
“Jim…”
Jim raises his hand from Spock’s side, where he can feel Spock’s thrumming heartbeat and cups Spock’s face, thumb tracing over one gracefully slanted eyebrow. Spock’s hair is still almost completely black, but the few silver hairs shine in the moonlight.
“Please, Spock. I just can’t bear the thought of you…” he trails off, unable to voice the thought even in the safety of the warm bed and protective darkness. He swallows once. “We both know that if the situation were reversed, you would want the same.”
Spock buries his face in Jim’s shoulder, arm wrapping around his back. He does not even attempt to prevent Jim from feeling his grief through their bond. Jim pulls Spock tighter against his body, rubbing soothing circles into his back.
“I will miss you.” Spock murmurs. The statement is too mild for the oppressive grief he know he will feel upon Jim’s passing, but he knows he does not need to elaborate. Jim can feel it.
“I know, Spock. I know.” He nuzzles his hair into Spock’s soft hair. “Please.”
Please, carry on. Please live, Spock. Don’t make me take you with me. Please.
Spock let’s out a soft breath. When he speaks, his voice is soft, almost too soft for JIm to hear, but the words are there, and Jim knows Spock will not go back on his word.
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