Fic: Open Ye Window, Fair Childe!
Written for NSF man-on-man entry at jim_and_bones. The comm is friend-locked, so if you are not a member, you won't be able to see the pretty picture.
Leonard actually facepalmed when he was disturbed from his late afternoon routine with singsong voice saying "Open Ye Window, Fair Childe!"
Trust it to Jim be all almost Rapuntzel, Rapuntzel. Well, at least it ended with Fair Childe. Good thing no one but them had been around.
Jim wasn't standing by any window. The whole house had been not tall enough to have windows in some height which would be good for singing serenadas for Leonard (although that happened already - Jim and dares definitely didn't mix all that well), so Jim at least stood under the level of the small terrace, smiling and scowling Leonard as he made his way towards the railing.
"I hope you do realize that I'm no fair childe, Jim," he started as he leant against the railings, lifting one of his brows just in the patented McCoy glare of doom. It didn't leave any lasting results on Jim, though; the man gave him one of his bright smiles, the one made for making people's knees weak at the sight.
"That's true," he said. "Because you are Bones. My Bones."
And before Leonard could do anything, Jim was standing by the railings, lifting one of Bones' hands to his lips. He was gone in the twinkling of an eye, leaving only Bones standing there for a moment stretching like eternity.
"Huh," he said in the end. "'Open ye window, fair childe' my ass." And for a good measure he added "idiot."
But even as he said it, the faint blush on his cheeks made it impossible to tell whether it meant him or Jim.
Leonard actually facepalmed when he was disturbed from his late afternoon routine with singsong voice saying "Open Ye Window, Fair Childe!"
Trust it to Jim be all almost Rapuntzel, Rapuntzel. Well, at least it ended with Fair Childe. Good thing no one but them had been around.
Jim wasn't standing by any window. The whole house had been not tall enough to have windows in some height which would be good for singing serenadas for Leonard (although that happened already - Jim and dares definitely didn't mix all that well), so Jim at least stood under the level of the small terrace, smiling and scowling Leonard as he made his way towards the railing.
"I hope you do realize that I'm no fair childe, Jim," he started as he leant against the railings, lifting one of his brows just in the patented McCoy glare of doom. It didn't leave any lasting results on Jim, though; the man gave him one of his bright smiles, the one made for making people's knees weak at the sight.
"That's true," he said. "Because you are Bones. My Bones."
And before Leonard could do anything, Jim was standing by the railings, lifting one of Bones' hands to his lips. He was gone in the twinkling of an eye, leaving only Bones standing there for a moment stretching like eternity.
"Huh," he said in the end. "'Open ye window, fair childe' my ass." And for a good measure he added "idiot."
But even as he said it, the faint blush on his cheeks made it impossible to tell whether it meant him or Jim.