Show Me How To Love You

Thirteen

By the time they got to Georgia Leonard was so damn tired he didn't even know how to read his watch. All he could do was trudge after Spock, trying not to bump into people, as they were checked into a hotel. The receptionist lady sounded very nice, but he didn't have time to dwell on it as he followed the Vulcan into an elevator. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, but Spock elbowed him in the ribs before he could pass out. Leonard glared at him.

They got off the elevator, and Leonard could smell the familiar smells of hotel rooms. Clean sheets, chemical smelling bathrooms, carpet... So familiar. Almost like the dorms back when he went to Med School. He could hear the people in their rooms chatting excitedly or watching tv or even getting up to 'other' things. He didn't have time to dwell on that thought either as he heard a beep when Spock ran his key across the door lock. Did Leonard get a key?

As soon as Leonard got inside, he dropped his bags on the floor and climbed onto bed. He didn't even care if he didn't get under the blankets, or if he should've changed his clothes, he was just ready to sleep already. And so he did.

Leonard didn't really dream at all, before he woke up in the dark room. He was immediately confronted with the disgusting green abomination before him, glaring at him like an intruder. Damn alarm clocks always had that effect on people. The glowing green numbers said it was still too goddamn early for waking hours, so he just closed his eyes and rolled over. Back to sleep he went.

This time when Leonard woke up, he had his head against something hard. He pulled the blankets up to his chin, ignoring it for later. How long could he sleep in before it mattered? Did it even matter that it mattered? He took a deep breath and continued to rest, just for a little bit.

That is, until the thing against his head also took a deep breath. His eyes shot open to see a sleeping Spock right in front of him. The tops of their foreheads were pressed together, leaving their faces just inches away. Leonard almost, almost, panicked, but he came to his senses quickly. Or so he thought. He was just a little freaked out.

But really, why was Spock right there? So close? What was the bastard up to?! Leonard tried his best to not move, but given his position on the bed, it seemed that the head pressing wasn't exactly one-sided. Their heads were both pretty much in the middle of the bed. So what? Living beings usually subconsciously sought out warmth anyway! This was just survival!

But then he looked, really looked, at what was before him. A green-tinted, living, breathing, thing. Black eyelashes, upswept eyebrows, slightly messy but short black hair... And if he looked closely, a tiny scar on his left cheekbone. Possibly from a childhood injury- maybe a fight? Leonard's eyes travelled to Spock's mouth, which was open just the tiniest bit. He couldn't help but to think about how he's kissed those lips before. He couldn't help but to think that the Vulcan looked quite innocent. Maybe even looked...

Leonard swallowed down the thought, and moved away from the Vulcan. He carefully extracted himself from the bed, trying his best not to wake Spock up. He quietly dug into his luggage and got some clothes out. He then made his way to the bathroom, almost falling over Jim's box of presents for Joanna. Leonard rolled his eyes, shut the door, undressed, and took a shower. A real shower. With water. Oh how the suite life was...

When he finished and brushed his teeth and whatnot, he got out of the bathroom to see that Spock had ordered food. The man was sitting at the small table, eating a bagel with a fork and knife. Leonard made a face.

"Why'n the hell're you eatin' that with a fork?" Leonard asked, grabbing himself a muffin and biting into it as he sat across from the Vulcan. If Spock didn't look like he was 300% done with Earth already, Leonard would've poked fun at how unprofessional his bedhead was too.