Here I am, in the last place I'd expect.
I'm curled up like the family pet across the sleeping naked bodies of my commanding officers. Spock snores, but it's such an alien snore that I'm thrilled and lulled instead of irritated. Admiral Kirk's face looks so beautiful when he's sleeping. One arm is around Spock and one across my hips, as if he doesn't want us to forget him while he's asleep.
I was mad at him for spoiling my crush by marrying Spock, but seeing how sweetly he treats that Vulcan makes me fall in love all over again.