Filled - A real shitfest of a day - PG-13 - part 4laughter_nowJanuary 20 2011, 12:16:20 UTC
And that was all Jim needed to hear. He pulled Bones closer against himself, until they were settled in a comfortable position, and resumed the gentle and soothing strokes of his hand thought his husband's hair and down his back. Bones sighed, and Jim felt some of the tension drain out of his body.
Jim pressed a gentle line of kisses along Bones' shoulder, not with intent, but simply for the sake of feeling his husband's skin, and to hear the small exhaled sigh that escaped Bones' lips.
It was still early, and they were both still wearing their uniform pants, but Jim slid one of his legs between his husband's and closed his eyes. Bones was warm and pliant against him, and Jim wanted nothing more than to gather him ever closer, until there was not the fragment of an inch of space between them.
"I could talk to Scotty, have him reprogram the ship's systems to turn the Stardate back one day come midnight. But I'm afraid it won't change anything about the fact that there's still a bunch of Botanists with an itchy rash running around on this ship."
Bones snorted. "I know. Wouldn't change a thing about the fact that Genetic Science Quarterly is run by morons, either. Or that some Admirals don't have the common sense of a Rigellian swamp frog. But thanks for the sentiment; I really appreciate it."
Jim probably couldn't change most of what was bothering his husband, and his influence certainly didn't stretch to the publishers who had screwed Bones over, but he did know a few people in Starfleet Admiralty, people who had influence. And maybe those people would listen to the concerns of a Starfleet Captain about outdated emergency response protocols, even when they wouldn't listen to a decorated Doctor. And maybe a drill or two over the next week would be in order, just to make sure that all Departments were kept on their toes.
He'd even show up for his next physical on time and completely voluntarily. Right now, with Bones a warm weight in his arms who was slowly but surely relaxing against him, Jim was ready to do a whole lot more than that to give his husband some peace of mind.
Bones shifted against him with a small, sleepy sigh. With a smile, Jim ran his hand through Bones' hair and along his neck.
"I promise tomorrow will be better," he whispered, thinking that his husband had already drifted off. Bones' arm tightened across his hip, fingers splayed against the small of his back.
"Thanks, Jim."
"You're welcome. Now, get some rest."
"I know you got work to do Jim. You don't need to stay."
"Nowhere I'd rather be, Bones."
And it was true. The administrative side of being Captain just didn't hold the same appeal as being with the man he loved.
It wasn't even in the same league.
So Jim closed his eyes, pressed his face into Bones hair and allowed himself to drift off.
Jim pressed a gentle line of kisses along Bones' shoulder, not with intent, but simply for the sake of feeling his husband's skin, and to hear the small exhaled sigh that escaped Bones' lips.
It was still early, and they were both still wearing their uniform pants, but Jim slid one of his legs between his husband's and closed his eyes. Bones was warm and pliant against him, and Jim wanted nothing more than to gather him ever closer, until there was not the fragment of an inch of space between them.
"I could talk to Scotty, have him reprogram the ship's systems to turn the Stardate back one day come midnight. But I'm afraid it won't change anything about the fact that there's still a bunch of Botanists with an itchy rash running around on this ship."
Bones snorted. "I know. Wouldn't change a thing about the fact that Genetic Science Quarterly is run by morons, either. Or that some Admirals don't have the common sense of a Rigellian swamp frog. But thanks for the sentiment; I really appreciate it."
Jim probably couldn't change most of what was bothering his husband, and his influence certainly didn't stretch to the publishers who had screwed Bones over, but he did know a few people in Starfleet Admiralty, people who had influence. And maybe those people would listen to the concerns of a Starfleet Captain about outdated emergency response protocols, even when they wouldn't listen to a decorated Doctor. And maybe a drill or two over the next week would be in order, just to make sure that all Departments were kept on their toes.
He'd even show up for his next physical on time and completely voluntarily. Right now, with Bones a warm weight in his arms who was slowly but surely relaxing against him, Jim was ready to do a whole lot more than that to give his husband some peace of mind.
Bones shifted against him with a small, sleepy sigh. With a smile, Jim ran his hand through Bones' hair and along his neck.
"I promise tomorrow will be better," he whispered, thinking that his husband had already drifted off. Bones' arm tightened across his hip, fingers splayed against the small of his back.
"Thanks, Jim."
"You're welcome. Now, get some rest."
"I know you got work to do Jim. You don't need to stay."
"Nowhere I'd rather be, Bones."
And it was true. The administrative side of being Captain just didn't hold the same appeal as being with the man he loved.
It wasn't even in the same league.
So Jim closed his eyes, pressed his face into Bones hair and allowed himself to drift off.
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