[fill] The Properties of Flesh; NC-17 5/?
anonymous
March 27 2011, 03:21:57 UTC
"Thank you, Doctor," Jim said, stepping around M'Benga towards the aforementioned bed. Jim slipped through the curtains and approached the bed cautiously. Bones had been laid on his stomach to take pressure off his newly-healed back. His gown didn't even have fabric touching his back. It curved down like a back-less dress, covering enough for the doctor to remain decent. Jim couldn't resist. He reached out and skirted his fingers over skin. There was no sign of scarring. Jim couldn't even see traces of where the wounds had been. M'Benga knew what he was doing.
Bones stirred, letting out a soft huff of breath as his eyes opened. He blinked, and tried to push himself up. "Shh," Jim murmured, his hand firm at Bones' shoulder. "You're still healing."
Bones sank back against the mattress with a soft sigh, eyes closing. "Jim," he rasped out, voice hoarse.
"Hey, lazy Bones," Jim murmured, sitting down in the chair beside the bed. He wrapped his fingers around Bones' limp ones, and squeezed. "How ya feelin?"
"Rough," Bones said. "Tired."
"I think that's all the drugs kicking around in your system," Jim said. "Not so much fun being on the other side, is it?" Bones grunted non-committally. Jim rubbed his thumb over Bones' knuckles. "Can I get you anything?" Jim asked. Too late. Bones was asleep again.
Jim closed his eyes and brought Bones' hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss to his fingers and holding, just breathing Bones' scent and trying to keep back thoughts about the fall-out from this mission.
Bones stirred, letting out a soft huff of breath as his eyes opened. He blinked, and tried to push himself up. "Shh," Jim murmured, his hand firm at Bones' shoulder. "You're still healing."
Bones sank back against the mattress with a soft sigh, eyes closing. "Jim," he rasped out, voice hoarse.
"Hey, lazy Bones," Jim murmured, sitting down in the chair beside the bed. He wrapped his fingers around Bones' limp ones, and squeezed. "How ya feelin?"
"Rough," Bones said. "Tired."
"I think that's all the drugs kicking around in your system," Jim said. "Not so much fun being on the other side, is it?" Bones grunted non-committally. Jim rubbed his thumb over Bones' knuckles. "Can I get you anything?" Jim asked. Too late. Bones was asleep again.
Jim closed his eyes and brought Bones' hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss to his fingers and holding, just breathing Bones' scent and trying to keep back thoughts about the fall-out from this mission.
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