Rain, Rain } ☁ { Spock & George
Honestly, pouring himself into that bond made him closer when they were anything but, yet when they were he felt entirely comforted. “Makes the ache of being apart a little easier.” So the praise to his adapting has that smile bright and crooked, unwavering even at the echo of thunder cracking.
"You sure?" George nearly purred, leaning his head into the combing of his hair. "Because that sounds just a little busy to me.” A small grin then, teasing and countering the smile his Vulcan had. “But I mean,” He laughs softly. “If you’re all mine, then I’m not complaining.” Though George rarely complained.
Difficult to do in his position, even though his predecessor did a fine job of that. Work isn’t a worry here because this isn’t the starbase—George took care of everything he needed to before he left and it would be the same when he got back to that far away place.
For now he had Spock, who he was snugging his arm around a little more. “Why don’t you come join me?” Warn laughter bubbles out of him as he shifts on the couch, grin stretching wider. “You look chilly all bundled up in my clothes.”
"I understand." Spock nodded, watching his mate. "I wish that there was a way around the separation." He admitted, a small smile crossing his lips when George leaned into the touch. "I am sure." The Vulcan scratched lightly at the man's scalp. "I did not believe you would complain."
He didn't get much time with his mate, especially time alone. Paperwork seemed unimportant for the moment. Jim would understand. It was his Captain who had gone out of his way to allow Spock the leave here with George rather than a Starbase closer to where they had been in deep space.
"I am." He admitted, sliding off the arm of the couch and walking around to settle down against George. "I think you leave the temperature in here cooler than needed in order to keep me cold so you have an excuse to keep me in bed. Or in this case on the couch."