AN: This was written for museaway's (on tumblr) tiny ficlet challenge. It ended up being longer than I originally intended, but I'm ok with that. Enjoy and please let me know what you think! (And sorry its an ugly block of words. I was too lazy to try to turn this into different paragraphs.)

Rated T just to be safe. I don't own Star Trek or any of the characters in it.

Spock always woke at precisely the correct time and turned to rouse his Captain with gentle kisses to each eyelid, followed by a delicate press to the tip of his nose, and finally soft presses to his mouth. Spock pulled the sheets off of Jim and tempted him from bed with the prospect of a warm shower. Spock gently washed his sleepy lover and then let him stand under the warm spray of water while he washed himself. Jim, still barely conscious, dried himself with his eyes barely open, as Spock did the same. Spock then dressed himself in the time it took Jim to find his underwear, pants, and boots. Grabbing his Captain's black undershirt and gold command shirt, Spock pushed Jim's arms up and pulled first the black, then the gold shirt over his Captain's head, smoothing any wrinkles out after. Spock then directed Jim to the bathroom to brush his teeth while Spock did the same. Finishing before his sluggish Captain, Spock walked out to their room's replicator to make Jim a cup of coffee (his first of many in a typical morning), made black the way Jim needed it first thing in the morning and at the perfect temperature to drink. Jim wandered out of the bathroom, lured out by the smell of the beautiful nectar and drank the whole cup while Spock collected each of their PADDs. Jim met Spock at the door, and while Spock handed Jim his PADD, Jim reached down and pressed his fingers to Spock's in a gentle Vulcan kiss. Spock then leaned in and pressed his lips to Jim's in a short, sweet kiss that left Jim beaming after he pulled away. The pair then turned and walk out of their room to begin their day.