Motivation Ficlets -Spock
Intro: So this one was inspired by my recent descent into illness that I am convinced was bronchitis (I am mostly recovered by now) and the fact that my house is so freezing that I have this deep need to be cuddled by Spock. So that is literally what this is. I thought it was quite sweet. I hope you enjoy. :3
((Also Soft Sleepy Spock™ is my new favourite thing))
Pairing: Spock x reader
Word Count: 697
-Enjoy!-
You left your shift early on Dr. McCoy's orders. He said something along the lines of 'these patients are already sick enough they don't need you sneezing all over them', handed you a bottle of tylenol and a bottle of orange juice and sent you to your quarters.
Truth was, you felt pretty crappy and were glad to be sent home. You thought at first it was allergies, or just a reaction to the dry air that cycled through the ship, but as the day progressed, you felt worse and worse, your stuffy nose nearly unbearable and your throat feeling sore and swollen.
Dropping your bag just inside the door, you felt your eyes water and nose sting, just before letting out a big sneeze.
"Ugh." You groaned and reached for a tissue that you had in your pocket.
When your eyes cleared and you had blown your nose, you turned to your room, your heart leaping at the sight of a familiar set of dark hair and pointy ears sticking out over the arm of the couch. Spock.
You popped a tylenol and took a swig of the orange juice as you rounded the couch to see Spock laid out, one leg along the couch, one dangling off, his head tipped back, resting on the arm of the couch. You smiled fondly at him, so very uncharacteristically splayed out, relaxed, and you imagined how warm it would be to curl up against him, and you shivered involuntarily.
All at one the urge to sneeze overtook you, and you tried to stop it, but it escaped you, and the sleeping Vulcan's head quickly snapped up.
"Y/N?" He mumbled and sat up, his eyes blinking sleepily, his hair tousled adorably.
"Hi, Spock." You croaked, dabbing at your eyes and nose with your tissue again.
"You are meant to still be on shift, are you alright?" His voice was soft and gravely from sleep, and he rubbed at his eyes and covered a yawn, both actions you found to be very endearing.
"I think I'm getting sick. Dr. McCoy sent me home." You shivered again and suddenly felt exhaustion hit you, "I'm sorry I woke you up, Spock."
"It's quite alright. You look cold." He peered up at you through slightly furrowed brows.
"A little. But 'm fine. Jus' gonna go to bed." You mumbled, swaying on your feet.
"Come to me, little one." Spock's long fingers gently brushed against the skin of your forearm, his fingertips so warm that you leaned into the touch.
"I don't wanna get you sick." You coughed, but your body betrayed you and you let Spock draw you to him.
"Ashayam, you know Vulcan's have a different immune system than humans, I will not fall ill."
"Mmmm 'kay." You hummed and nearly fell into the couch, but Spock caught you, gathering you up into his arms, the temperature difference making you groan and snuggle into him.
His body was like a heater under yours, and you quickly tangled your legs together, nestling your head into his neck and tucking your frigid fingers in between your bodies. His arm was draped across your back, his other hand finding your hair and carding through it softly.
"Your skin is above it's normal temperature." Spock noted, his chin tilting down suddenly and you felt his lips press quickly to your forehead.
"Did you just check my temperature?" You mumbled into his chest, a smile perking at your lips as you curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt.
"My mother used to do that when I fell ill, I thought it was customary to check for an elevated temperature through skin to skin contact." Spock's chest rumbled as he spoke, and your eyes flitted closed.
"Mhmmm." You affirmed, "and 'twas very sweet, thank you, ashaya..." Your mind drifted now, and you let out another shiver despite Spock's body heat.
Spock shifted below you and soon the heaviness of a blanket fell along your back and with a few more shuffles you were bundled up and toasty, feeling very content.
"Thank you, Spock." You muttered, and felt his lips press against the top of your head.
"Anything for you, little one."
-Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!-