Labor Day

“T’hy’la,” Spock said from where he sat at his desk working. Jim was on his floor practicing what he claimed was yoga. Spock suspected it was purely a new method Jim was trying to seduce him, moving his body in appealing and provocative ways.

“Yeah?” Jim responded as he lifted his hips to form a high arch with his back, causing his lower body to be on prominent display.

“It says here that tomorrow is Labor Day,” Spock said, his head tilted slightly to one side as he considered this information.

“Yeah,” Jim repeated, releasing his pose with a subtle look of disappointment in his blue eyes.

“Is there a festivity planned for it?” Spock asked.

“For Labor Day?” Jim said, sitting up to look over at Spock. “Not generally. It is a holiday in America. To commemorate the work-force. It traditionally marks the end of summer – pools close, women stop wearing white. But we don’t have a party for it.”

“Ah,” Spock said in realization. “According to this calendar, it originated after the deaths of a number of workers at the hands of the military and U.S. Marshals during the 1894 Pullman Strike. US President Grover Cleveland put reconciliation with Labor as a top political priority and fearing further conflict, legislation making Labor Day a national holiday was rushed through congress unanimously and signed into law a mere six days after the end of the strike.”

“Well, that makes a lot more sense than just being the end of summer,” Jim agreed, standing to approach Spock’s desk. “Maybe we can have our own celebration of Labor Day.”

“The motto of the Labor Movement at the time was '8 hours to work, 8 hours to sleep, 8 hours to do as we please'. Perhaps we can combine those last two 8 hour periods.” Spock said in his especially suggestive way.

“I like your thinking, Commander,” Jim said, leaning over to kiss him in appreciation.