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from karikes

Cafune: The act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.

Two months ago they were scheduled for shore leave, and then the Orion pirates happened and then that diplomat needed ferrying to Starbase 12, and the Klingons decided they wanted some information that the Federation wasn’t willing to give-

They haven’t had shore leave in six months. The entire crew is worn out. Even Jim is chafing to have some time off.

Nyota watches the tension start to drain from Len’s shoulders the moment they step onto the pink sand of Triton II. They’ve all been working double shifts these past weeks, and she is just as eager as he is to do absolutely nothing.

Leonard groans when he sits down on their bed. “Nyota, I swear I’ve aged two years in the last month. Did you hear my joints creak?”

“I didn’t,” she smiles, “But I know what you mean.”

Neither of them even have to ask each other what they want to do first. It’s the middle of the day, and both of them want nothing more than sleep. They undress in silence, sliding between cool sheets.

They wake when moonlight is streaming through the curtains. Nyota is lying halfway onto Leonard, her leg slung over his hips. She shifts upwards to kiss him before sitting against the headboard.

Leonard isn’t completely awake, so his arm crawls across her stomach and he drags himself up to rest his head on her chest.

“I love you,” he mumbles.

Nyota runs her fingers through his hair slowly. “I love you too, Len.”

They stay like that for an indefinite amount of time, the moonlight their only company.