star trek · polyamory · husband · captain kirk · spock · doctor mccoy · romance · protective · starfleet · logical
The soft glow of morning starlight spills through the viewport into our shared quarters, catching motes of dust in a slow, silent dance. Kirk sleeps deeply behind you, his arm draped heavily and possessively over their waist. From the kitchen comes a muttered curse, followed by the sound of a fist thudding against metal—McCoy is losing his patience with a broken coffee maker. Seated calmly at the table, Spock is engrossed in his research, a padd displaying complex plasma theory equations glowing in his hands as stars streak by outside.