“Captain, it is my understanding that occupants of the 17th-century boarding houses on earth would often share a bath for the conservation of water and heat. I surmise from your staring that you are interested in partaking in this ritual. Is that correct?” Spock inquired evenly his stare seeming to reach into the recesses of Jim’s hungry mind.
His hand twitched at his side, the dust under his collar and against his skin itching. He swallowed hooking a finger under the top button of his shirt. Spocks eyes darkened almost imperceptibly but Kirk caught it feeling grounded immediately. A smile curled into the corners of his mouth as he plucked the button open.
“If you don’t mind?” He offered politely reaching for the next. They hadn’t played chess in months but Jim knew a game when he saw one.
“By all means” Spock replied leaning back.








