Fic x 2, Sherlock & Star Trek XI
Two recent drabbles, reposted below.
Prompt:
Little Details, PG-13, Sherlock (BBC), John/Sherlock
"Sherlock," John hissed. "You forgot to zip your trousers."
"Shit." Sherlock's eyebrows rose and his eyes flicked in Detective Inspector's direction before returning to meet John's. "Think Lestrade noticed?"
"Well, he is in the business of gathering evidence and making educated guesses about such things, Sherlock."
Sherlock huffed out a breath. "Well, if he were better at it then he wouldn't need me, so we're likely safe."
Lestrade simply rolled his eyes at the soft sound of the zip.
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Prompt:
Command Decisions, PG, Star Trek XI, Kirk/McCoy
"Whatcha up to?"
Jim felt Bones' breath tickle his ear at the same time as he felt warm arms wrap around his middle.
"Just trying to decide what to wear today." Jim leaned his head back against Bones' shoulder for a moment. "First day of leave. Been a while since I've had to make this type of decision."
"Hmmm. I suppose 'gold or regulation-stretching-green' isn't too much of a strain in the mornings, is it?"
"You see my dilemma." Jim raised his head to survey the closet but didn't pull away from Bones' body. Morning was when Bones was the most likely to indulge in this sort of casual skin contact and what was shore leave for if not indulgence?
"Go with Classic Jim," Bones suggested, pressing a kiss to the top of Jim's shoulder. "Old jeans, white shirt, leather jacket." Jim felt a small puff of air ghost across his skin as Bones chuckled. "Skip the blood stains this time though, okay?"
Jim smiled and held Bones' arms against him tightly for another minute before reaching for his jacket.
Prompt:
Little Details, PG-13, Sherlock (BBC), John/Sherlock
"Sherlock," John hissed. "You forgot to zip your trousers."
"Shit." Sherlock's eyebrows rose and his eyes flicked in Detective Inspector's direction before returning to meet John's. "Think Lestrade noticed?"
"Well, he is in the business of gathering evidence and making educated guesses about such things, Sherlock."
Sherlock huffed out a breath. "Well, if he were better at it then he wouldn't need me, so we're likely safe."
Lestrade simply rolled his eyes at the soft sound of the zip.
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Prompt:
Command Decisions, PG, Star Trek XI, Kirk/McCoy
"Whatcha up to?"
Jim felt Bones' breath tickle his ear at the same time as he felt warm arms wrap around his middle.
"Just trying to decide what to wear today." Jim leaned his head back against Bones' shoulder for a moment. "First day of leave. Been a while since I've had to make this type of decision."
"Hmmm. I suppose 'gold or regulation-stretching-green' isn't too much of a strain in the mornings, is it?"
"You see my dilemma." Jim raised his head to survey the closet but didn't pull away from Bones' body. Morning was when Bones was the most likely to indulge in this sort of casual skin contact and what was shore leave for if not indulgence?
"Go with Classic Jim," Bones suggested, pressing a kiss to the top of Jim's shoulder. "Old jeans, white shirt, leather jacket." Jim felt a small puff of air ghost across his skin as Bones chuckled. "Skip the blood stains this time though, okay?"
Jim smiled and held Bones' arms against him tightly for another minute before reaching for his jacket.