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Cuddle with Your Lover Meme

Whether it's in the bed or on the couch watching TV, how do you snuggle with your special someone? Is it the bare minimum, with you being too shy and flustered to do much more, or are you all hands all the time? Well, if they seem open to it, it could be time to stretch that arm out towards them and pull them closer. Besides, you know you sleep much better with them next to you. Comment with your character and preferences. You may also want to mention if you're open or not open to smut. Reply to others. Cuddle pile!

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[caelus]

[jim had been recuperating after dying (again), for the better part of a month. once he was awake and strong enough, negotiations as bones liked to call them started in regards to julian. jim wasn't having any of it on spock's end, and the only thing that kept jim down and from ripping the bangs off his forehead was the fact that he threatened him with double the hypos. ones for bones' sanity and the others for julian's.

it'd finally taken bones and uhura speaking to the vulcan first officer that he finally conceded. he was less than pleased with it, but as it was already pointed out, without julian's help their captain would have been beyond saving. by that time, jim had already been allowed to leave the med bay, and to his own quarters.

bones had left explicit instructions, but by the time jim got there, even with help, he was exhausted again. it was all he could do to change into some sleeping clothes, and drag himself under the covers. he was out before his head hit the pillow.

he woke a few hours later (maybe longer, he wasn't sure) to the door chime, and sat up, swiping a hand over his face.] Yeah.

Yeah, come in.

[asklepian]

[Julian hadn't caused trouble. He'd gone quietly to the brig, he'd submitted to being contained, he'd been the model prisoner--as much as it ground on him. He hated the feeling of being trapped perhaps more than he hated being cold. And he hated not knowing what was happening.

Doctor McCoy had come by, when he could, he'd kept his promise of making sure Julian knew what was happening, and he had to say, he liked Jim's CMO quite a lot. He was intelligent, witty, and he didn't mince words or try to lead him on. But he couldn't be there all the time.

He'd had a few others come to speak with him--Spock, who was naturally suspicious, and not at all eager to believe Julian's story. The communications officer, Uhura, who had listened with more acceptance and less censure. The thought of lying to any of them was the furthest thing from Julian's mind at the moment, it was useless now, and he had the feeling that Uhura meant to test that.

Even so, by the time he was let out, Julian was tired, he was heartsick, and he wanted nothing more than to hide away from everyone and everything, away from the questions.

He got the feeling that Spock had wanted to put him in quarters as far away from his Captain as possible without being outside the hull, and even that was up for negotiation--he'd certainly wanted Julian to be guarded. He also knew that Doctor McCoy and Uhura had interceded yet again on his behalf, and he was certainly getting to the point where he owed both of them a considerable debt of honor. It was the graceful communications officer who'd walked him to Jim's door, who'd rang the chime, and who'd smiled at him and walked away.

Julian walked in the door once Jim had called--it was dark, but he looked like he'd been asleep. Not surprising. Healing took a lot of energy.]

Hello.

[He'll ream you out for being an idiot when the urge to hold onto you and never let go subsides a little bit.]

[caelus]

[jim hadn't expected julian to, but then jim had been intent on causing more than enough on his own. only once or twice had their talks turned to heated debates. if you're intent on not trusting my judgement as your captain then trust it as your friend please. i wanted to tell you before all this. i promise you that.

as far as helping temper spock's unease and mistrust---he was going to seriously have to thank bones and uhura for all they did. his eyes widen a little, and he manages a bit of a smile, still mostly tucked under the blankets.]

Hey.

[god, his heart was doing the same stupid thing it had when julian had spent weeks trying to apologize for having lied to him. but he's relieved to see him and not with a security detachment escorting him around.]

[asklepian]

[It might have been his behavior--picture perfect, absolutely nothing Spock could find fault with aside from his lying in the first place, which he's sure Jim had told the Vulcan that he was already perfectly aware of. It might have been Uhura and McCoy pointing out, quite sensibly, that if Julian had intended to harm any of them--but especially their Captain--he would have done it months ago.

As arguments to get him to go without guards went, it perhaps wasn't the one he'd preferred to make, but it was certainly accurate.

Julian toes off his shoes in the doorway--evidently he has every intention of staying--and goes to the chair that's next to Jim's bed.]

How are you feeling?

[He'd gotten reports from McCoy, but he'd rather get it straight from you.]

[caelus]

[he tracks him with his eyes, though he's slow from sleep still, and makes a face at him when he moves for the chair. he doesn't have it in him to go for two arguments with two bull-headed people in one day, so he's hoping julian will just cede this once.

which is why he reaches over to the space next to him and tugs the corner of the blanket down.]

Replicator is over there. You could get something to lounge in.

[he pulls in a deep breath, and shakes his head a little.]

Exhausted. Feels like one of the bad days when I was doing physical therapy for the first little while after I woke up from the two week coma.

[asklepian]

[He does see that face you pulled, even in the dim light, and it stops him short before he sits down with a small smile.

He wouldn't put it past Spock to burst in to 'check' on them, like he was chaperoning a middle school dance and he was about to enforce obscure rules of having at least one hand's width between them at all times. But he would take the invitation for now. And hope that particular prediction didn't come true.

He detours to the replicator, requesting a pair of simple black pants, and he doesn't bother to leave the room before changing into them.]

Not surprising. Healing is hard work.

[He slides in under the blanket, fitting himself behind Jim, head to toe, and being quite so presumptuous as to wiggle an arm and leg over him. You're apparently not going anywhere.]

[caelus]

[ohgod, spock please don't. he's yelled enough for one day, and he's pretty sure bones is somehow still monitoring him. if his heart rate spikes again or his blood pressure, he's going to come sedate jim and he'll be the one ripping your ears off instead of your bangs.

jim shifts over a little on the bed to make room for julian, and once he's slid under the blankets, he moves to lay against his chest. julian sort of already had that in motion, though, and jim chuckles softly as he fits himself against him, gently but securely.]

So much for the idea of my grand escape.

[asklepian]

[Oh, Julian knows the doctor is still monitoring you. And he's monitoring you, and if he doesn't like what he sees, he'll call Bones for you.

So, either way. You're going to stay relaxed.]

It would have worked better if you hadn't gotten shot, that's true.

[He's too tired for 'you should have's, and he doesn't want to start a fight right now. He knows if he makes a comment, you won't let it go. So he doesn't start. Well. Mostly.]

Don't make a habit of that.

[caelus]

[he's grumpy you guys met now ok. once he's settled against julian, he's almost instantly relaxed, too tired to manage much more moving around.]

Things usually do work better when you avoid that, yeah.

[what he says next isn't to start an argument, but he means it.]

Better than the alternative for you.

[he says, slipping one of his hands in julian's. he didn't spend months trying to work out how to get them both away should 31 come looking for you to have them drag you god knows where. it was never the plan.

it never will be.]