It had been quite a journey actually getting to the bridge after stopping by his office to secure it. People fawned over each other more than usual, hands touching and arms flailing in passion. The lust suffocated him at first, crawled over his skin and tightened his chest, but then his mind relaxed around the sensation with the ease of familiarity.

He felt quite pleased to see Jim, his Jim, alone in that chair. The very center of power on the ship. His hands folded neatly behind his back as he stepped out of the turbolift.

"Captain." His tone was not suggestive in the least, ever the professional.