A/N: For @jmathieson-fic
who asked for “soak” from the micro fic meme and either TOS or AOS Kirk/Spock. I ended up choosing Old Married Spirk from TOS.
“I have obtained the mushrooms,” Spock announced when he arrived. He paused in the small hallway by the back door that Jim liked to call the “mud room” and discarded the broken umbrella that had offered him little protection from the elements.
“Excellent,” Jim called from the kitchen. "Now I can finish the risotto.“
Spock nodded as he entered the room where Jim was making preparations for dinner. Then he sneezed.
Jim’s eyes went wide. "Spock, you’re soaked to the bone!”
“It is not unusual to become wet when there is precipitation, Jim,” he said patiently.
“Good thing I’m making something nice and hot for you, then,” Jim said. He pointed the way out of the room in a commanding fashion. "Now get out of those wet clothes and change into something comfortable.“
"Very well.” Spock turned and headed up the stairs to their bedroom. It was only logical that he change his garments once they were wet, after all. And if “something comfortable” happened to be a pair of Jim’s soft sleep pants and one of Jim’s warming flannel shirts, then that too was a rational choice.