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We'll go all in

WHO: Jim Kirk and Spock
WHERE: Their apartment in De Chima
WHEN: During the blackout!
WHAT: Discussion about the blackout
WARNINGS: PG-13 Suggestive/Compromising positions

It's been an exhausting evening of trying to find as many civilians as possible and escorting them to their local schools. The number of people taking advantage of the chaos wasn't exactly heartening, but Jim had done what he could. And so, tired and properly worn out, he was using his force field power to create a small blue-glowing plate in his hand so he could find his way back to his and Spock's apartment, now cool and dark.

"Spock?" he calls out into the apartment when he gets inside, immediately making his way to the couch to collapse into it.

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[ Spock had also been helping with the blackout; escorting civilians, helping some local law enforcement with carrying supplies that seemed too heavy for two men to lift, etc. The area where he was had rallied their forces earlier than Jim's so Spock had gone home as well (and thankfully Vulcan eyesight was better so he didn't need much light to find his way home). Once inside, he used one of his meditation candles to light the apartment though.

As he started to cool down from his earlier exertions, Spock realized there was going to be a problem: with no power means no heat. Already the ambient temperature in what was the hottest room in their apartment was cooler than Spock considered comfortable and the rest of the apartment was worse. Spock began adding layers of clothing even though it felt a little silly wearing a hat and ear covers and a scarf while still in doors. But logic dictated action, and he followed logic to its conclusion of layering up.

By the time Jim arrives, Spock has taken to mild exercises in order to generate natural body heat under at least four layers of thick clothing. ]

Greetings, Jim. I presume you were procuring aid during the loss of electric power?

[At least there were candles. Jim gratefully allows the small glowing blue plate of his energy dissipate with a small sigh. He was wiped from using his powers all day. He looks up at Spock and does a double-take. What was Spock doing in all those--

Oh. Wait.

He hadn't realized it but the temperature in the apartment was bordering comfortable/chilly for Jim...No heat. Which meant it was positively freezing for Spock.]

I was out making sure as few people were taken advantage of as possible, yeah.

[He stands back up again and approaches Spock.]

How long've you been home? Your room doesn't have any heat left in it?

[He didn't want to go check and let heat out just in case.]

Perhaps enough for your comfort levels.

[ Spock stops in front of Jim, the green flush on his cheeks apparent. ]

[There's a tiny smirk as he rolls his eyes. So much sass.]

So that's a "no".

[On a more serious note, he puts his hands on Spock's shoulders to steady him and get a better look. There's a few layers under his hands which is concerning.]

You're still cold?

As I expended energy in offering my own aid, my stamina has been depleted.

[ Which means he has none for the rest of the night. ]

[Well that's no good. He frowns to let Spock know what he thinks about that.] Sit. Don't use up any more energy.

[He motions to the couch then heads out of the living room. He comes back with the heavy comforter from their bed. Jim wraps it around Spock's shoulders.]

Tomorrow I'll go looking for a generator.

[ But sitting means less heat is being generated :( But he sits as instructed, starting to feel drowsy anyway. ]

Such would be appreciated.

[Sitting also means less heat/energy wasted!!!

Seeing him sit as instructed without much argument and stretching out across the bond alerts him to Spock's drowsiness. Jim frowns and sits next to him. Was that enough to keep Spock from being hypothermic?]

Did you get hurt out there?

[ Thankfully, his natural Vulana hardiness will prevent hypothermia for a while more, but hopefully the temperature will be somewhat steady throughout the night since they're indoors. ]

I did not, Jim. I am unharmed, merely cold.

[With Spock wrapped up in the blanket and still saying he's cold, Jim puts his hands on either of Spock's shoulders and attempts to generate some heat through friction by rubbing his arms.]

Yeah well at this point, injured or cold is equally dangerous. This help at all?

[ It's a couple beats before Spock answers, allowing the friction under Jim's hands to take affect before he answers. ]

Yes, Jim, your actions are generating additional heat.

[Jim can feel the temperature dropping in the apartment slowly, even since he walked in--that doesn't bode well.]

We'll get through the night, rest, and tomorrow get back out there and see what needs to be done. That'll at least keep you warm. I'll work on the generator.

[He's continuing to rub at Spock's arms but he definitely can't keep this up all night.]

Have you heard anything about what caused this? I couldn't figure anything out from talking to others.

[ It seems odd to Spock to be just sitting there while Jim generates all the movement, but he can't fault the intent behind it. In fact, he's actually grateful for it; the soft yet steady pulse of his gratitude filters slowly over the bond to Jim. ]

I have not, though communications are understandably lacking in such circumstances.

[The bond glows slightly, as though attempting to warm Spock from the inside out, though laced with worry that Jim isn't consciously projecting.]

So right now we're not sure how long this outage could last. Damn. Couldn't this have happened over the summer?

Jim, [ Spock interjects softly. ] Calm your mind.

[At Spock's insistence, he pauses, then takes a deep steadying breath. The worry begins to pare back, less with each successive pulse across the bond and each breath. His hands slow as well as he concentrates, grip relaxing.]

Okay...okay. I'm calmed.

[Relatively speaking.]

[ Spock's expression does that subtle shift; it's not very noticeable to strangers, but the easing of certain parts of his face would be easier to pick up by someone who spends times with him. It's a look that expresses that hint of both fondness and exasperation at the same time. ]

You are calmer, [ he clarifies, placing just a bit of emphasis on the 'er' part. ]

[He sees as well as feels the shift, his own exasperation obvious at Spock's reply complete with a small eyeroll.]

Tomato, tomahto.

[His hands trail up to rest on either side of Spock's neck.]

[ Spock just cocks his eyebrow in response to the two completely correct pronunciations.

But oh, that feels nice. Jim's hands are warm from his actions as well as his own body heat,and Spock can't help but let his eyes slip closed at the sensation on either side of his neck. ]

[He grins a bit when he realizes the reason behind Spock's confusion, a very human phrase.

At Spock's reaction to his hands, he has an idea. It's so simple he's surprised he hasn't thought of it before this.]

Here.

[He sits next to Spock on the couch and removes their comforter from the shoulder closest to him. Jim sidles up close, then encloses himself in the blanket as well, wrapping an arm around Spock to pull them close together.]

Better?

[ There's a moment of more confusion when Jim is pulling the comforter away, but it eases once he realizes what Jim is doing. ]

Perhaps ... I am unable to detect any difference at this moment.

[The blanket is actually doing a pretty good job at starting to hold Jim's heat in. Clearly though this wasn't enough yet for a Vulcan.

Jim rolls up his sleeves on his shirt while attempting to shimmy around under the blanket without letting it fall off or let out any heat.

He then works on slowly placing his hands on either of Spock's hips, giving him forewarning as to what may be next. Jim deftly snakes his hands under the multiple layers Spock is wearing to get in direct contact with the cool skin underneath.]

[ The multiple layers between them hadn't helped either; it would have taken a bit more time for Jim's body heat to seep through each layer before it reached Spock.

There is that momentary hesitation before he understands what Jim is trying to do, but their bond helps the understanding come even without exchanging words. His body is relaxed by the time Jim's hands meet his skin.

And it's cold skin, chilled to the point of shivering, which Jim can now feel under his fingers; the layers on him were too thick to detect it before. Spock's eyes close in mild relief at the feel of those two points of heat on his hips, unable to hide his reaction to it. ]

[Jim shudders when he gets to Spock's skin, both from the actual chill itself and just how unnaturally cold it felt--human skin couldn't possibly get that cold unless--well.

And that's what alarms him, as well as the feel of Spock's subtle shivering, which he hadn't seen with all of those layers. He's relieved at least that his idea seemed to work.

Jim maneuvers to take his own shirt off--he should be okay for now underneath their comforter and with the ambient heat left--at least for the evening. Whether he could warm Spock up enough before he himself started to feel more uncomfortably cold was a different story. He drops his shirt out onto the floor out of the blanket space.

There. Jim scoots closer.]

Take off a couple of layers so you can lift up your shirts a bit more--it'll be easier to make a lot of skin contact like that.

[ Spock frowns in concern once he figures out what Jim's aiming to do. ]

Is that wise? You also will become chilled in the process.

I'm better suited to deal with these temperatures than you are. Don't worry about me.

[ Spock doesn't worry. He's just concerned about the effects for the duration of the night. But he doesn't offer up any more arguments since more-direct contact would be the best way to heat him up.

Without dropping the comforter around their shoulders, Spock removes at least two layers, leaving the last two layers of thermal wear he acquired early last year. They kind of almost look like the Starfleet under dress black. ]

[TOMATO TOMAHTO.

Jim shifts forward and notices the similarity, suddenly wondering how many layers Spock has to wear on a starship to be comfortable when most humans are chilled on them.

Slowly, he drags his hands up Spock's torso, bringing the layers up and exposing his bare skin, but leaving his sleeves intact. Jim presses in close, straddling Spock's hips and pressing their abdomens together, wrapping his arms around Spock's middle, nearly nose to nose.

It's an odd sensation--it's starting to get warm under the comforter for Jim but it's like he's hugging an ice pack. All he can do is hope that Spock warms up a little from heat transfer before they finally settle down for sleep later.]

[ Somehow, Spock hadn't quite expected the straddling. Or for this to be quite so intimate. Not that Spock minds, per se, but it just seemed an ill-timed opportunity.

For the sake of ease with their new positions, Spock's hands some to rest at Jim's lower back, helping him keep his balance while he's over Spock. He has gloves on and Jim still has his pants on (thank goodness), but the chill of his hands can still be felt despite the layers. ]

[Yes it's intimate but for once, sex is not foremost on the brain. Survival actually ranks top for Jim, believe it or not. He's only attempting to make as much physical contact as possible to warm Spock. And hell, he needs it.

A chill runs through Jim as his body adjusts to the coolness of Spock's skin. He leans forward to rest his chin on Spock's shoulder, part of his cheek laying against whatever is bare of Spock's neck.]

First thing tomorrow, I'll look for a generator. If I can't find one, I'll see about alternative heat sources.

[ Look, Spock can't help but make the comparison anyway, even if he knows it's for practical reasons rather than sensual ones.

Jim's cheek is resting just behind Spock's ear, the earmuff he's wearing ridiculously funny considering its fuzziness. The scarf Spock found is covering most of his neck, though the warmth of Jim's cheek can still be felt. ]

While it would be ideal if the power returned forthwith, it would be logical to plan for the worst, to borrow the Human phrase. I will accompany you to locate some alternate heat source.

[Despite himself, he relaxes more into their position, slotted together like this, Jim now settling in. He grins at the scarf and earmuffs. It'd be a lot funnier seeing Spock like this if he wasn't actually fearful of the temperature's effects on Spock.]

This helping at all?

[ Spock likewise is settling into the couch, arms sliding more fully over his waist and back. He's still shivering where his skin is exposed, but it has reduced a bit. ]

Minimally, though it is helping.

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