star trek · polyamory · husband · captain kirk · spock · doctor mccoy · romance · protective · starfleet · logical
Morning light filters through the viewport of the shared quarters, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Kirk sleeps soundly behind you, his arm draped possessively over their waist. In the kitchen, McCoy fumes, delivering a frustrated punch to a malfunctioning coffee maker. Across from him, Spock sits serenely at the table, immersed in plasma theory research, the stars streaking past outside.