[Fanfiction] A Cougar and A Puppy, by Callieach
Title: A Cougar and A Puppy
Author: callieach
Fandom: Star Trek
Characters: always-a-girl!McCoy/Kirk
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 655
Summary: His hand was snaking around her waist again, and, by god, if he didn’t stop that she was going to hurt him.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Roddenbury, et cetera.
Note:From the st_xi_kink_meme prompt here:
"I'd love to see a fic where she's still six years older than Jim; just as cranky, snarky and grumpy as the male version; and has the same dreamy Southern accent. // Cue Jim dying to hit that and trying to seduce her, and her reacting with "Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a cougar!" Except - well - she kind of is in this case, because Jim is fucking hot."
His hand was snaking around her waist again, and, by god, if he didn’t stop that she was going to hurt him. For now, she just slapped at his hand, making him withdraw it with a noise that was closer to a whine than anything else. Served him right.
“Booooones.” Yep, definitely a whine. And he was leaning closer again, like he wanted to touch her again, and she would have to push him back onto his bar stool any minute now.
“You’re drunk, Jim.”
“Why can’t I touch you?”
“’Cause I don’t want you to,” she drawled plainly at him, giving him an annoyed look. “So paws to yourself, you petulant li’l pup.”
“That’s a miserable excuse, Bones.” His look was just as level, gaze absolutely pathetic, like she’d left him out in the rain. Which, really, he deserved, the way he was getting handsy with her tonight. She so did not sign up for this shit in the best friend agreement.
McCoy had to roll her eyes and wave down the barkeep for another round before she could answer, with a snippy, “Can’t you go flirt with someone yer own damn age?”
“Hey!” Now he looked offended. “I arrived with you, I’m leaving with you. End of story, Bones.”
“And I’m gonna leave with you whether you keep gropin’ me or not.”
“I am not groping.” She glared at him; he backed down. “Only because you keep stopping me.”
Her drink arrived and she took a long, tasting sip of it. Gin, tonight, a weird drink to end a weird week. She would’ve enjoyed it more if she’d thought to bring a drinking buddy who did not periodically get into fits of trying to charm his way into her pants. In McCoy’s opinion, she was simply too damn old to be messing around, even if her partner in the crime would be the one man she’d really let herself trust since her marriage fell apart. But best friend trust and lover trust were two very different things and she strongly doubted he wanted to deal with the emotional mess she’d bring with sex. So, all in all, no sex for them.
“And now you’re ignoring me. What have I done, Bones, to make you so mean to me?”
Another level, not-amused look went his way. “Right now, I’m tryin’ to get acquainted with this fine liquor and you keep yammerin’ in my ear.”
“Yes, but in general?” Kirk was leaning closer again, that puppy look back strong. McCoy snorted, took another sip. “I don’t get why you won’t even let me try. Am I really that repulsive? I’d take care of you, Bones, not treat you like he did.”
“That’s not the point,” she snapped, even though it sort of was. He didn’t need to know. “Goddamnit, Jim, I am a doctor, not a cougar, and if you think we’re hookin’ up, you’d better damn well have a better think comin’. And so help me God, if that hand of yours winds up snaked around my waist one more time, I’m gonna chop it off!”
Unconsciously during her little tirade, she’d gotten a lot closer to him. And while she hadn’t noticed, Kirk most certainly had. She no sooner has her words out than he had a hand around the back of her neck, holding her still as he kissed her soundly. And McCoy - well, she was so surprised she started to kiss him back before finding her wits again, pulling back in an obvious state of fluster, a blush across her cheeks and her hand reaching for her glass to hide the smile he most certainly was not allowed to see.
“I hate you,” she muttered after a moment, cheeks still red, but her smile tamed, at least.
Kirk, for his part, was grinning at her. If he had a tail, she mused, it’d be just a-wagging.“Yeah, Bones, I hate you, too.”
Author: callieach
Fandom: Star Trek
Characters: always-a-girl!McCoy/Kirk
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 655
Summary: His hand was snaking around her waist again, and, by god, if he didn’t stop that she was going to hurt him.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Roddenbury, et cetera.
Note:From the st_xi_kink_meme prompt here:
"I'd love to see a fic where she's still six years older than Jim; just as cranky, snarky and grumpy as the male version; and has the same dreamy Southern accent. // Cue Jim dying to hit that and trying to seduce her, and her reacting with "Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a cougar!" Except - well - she kind of is in this case, because Jim is fucking hot."
His hand was snaking around her waist again, and, by god, if he didn’t stop that she was going to hurt him. For now, she just slapped at his hand, making him withdraw it with a noise that was closer to a whine than anything else. Served him right.
“Booooones.” Yep, definitely a whine. And he was leaning closer again, like he wanted to touch her again, and she would have to push him back onto his bar stool any minute now.
“You’re drunk, Jim.”
“Why can’t I touch you?”
“’Cause I don’t want you to,” she drawled plainly at him, giving him an annoyed look. “So paws to yourself, you petulant li’l pup.”
“That’s a miserable excuse, Bones.” His look was just as level, gaze absolutely pathetic, like she’d left him out in the rain. Which, really, he deserved, the way he was getting handsy with her tonight. She so did not sign up for this shit in the best friend agreement.
McCoy had to roll her eyes and wave down the barkeep for another round before she could answer, with a snippy, “Can’t you go flirt with someone yer own damn age?”
“Hey!” Now he looked offended. “I arrived with you, I’m leaving with you. End of story, Bones.”
“And I’m gonna leave with you whether you keep gropin’ me or not.”
“I am not groping.” She glared at him; he backed down. “Only because you keep stopping me.”
Her drink arrived and she took a long, tasting sip of it. Gin, tonight, a weird drink to end a weird week. She would’ve enjoyed it more if she’d thought to bring a drinking buddy who did not periodically get into fits of trying to charm his way into her pants. In McCoy’s opinion, she was simply too damn old to be messing around, even if her partner in the crime would be the one man she’d really let herself trust since her marriage fell apart. But best friend trust and lover trust were two very different things and she strongly doubted he wanted to deal with the emotional mess she’d bring with sex. So, all in all, no sex for them.
“And now you’re ignoring me. What have I done, Bones, to make you so mean to me?”
Another level, not-amused look went his way. “Right now, I’m tryin’ to get acquainted with this fine liquor and you keep yammerin’ in my ear.”
“Yes, but in general?” Kirk was leaning closer again, that puppy look back strong. McCoy snorted, took another sip. “I don’t get why you won’t even let me try. Am I really that repulsive? I’d take care of you, Bones, not treat you like he did.”
“That’s not the point,” she snapped, even though it sort of was. He didn’t need to know. “Goddamnit, Jim, I am a doctor, not a cougar, and if you think we’re hookin’ up, you’d better damn well have a better think comin’. And so help me God, if that hand of yours winds up snaked around my waist one more time, I’m gonna chop it off!”
Unconsciously during her little tirade, she’d gotten a lot closer to him. And while she hadn’t noticed, Kirk most certainly had. She no sooner has her words out than he had a hand around the back of her neck, holding her still as he kissed her soundly. And McCoy - well, she was so surprised she started to kiss him back before finding her wits again, pulling back in an obvious state of fluster, a blush across her cheeks and her hand reaching for her glass to hide the smile he most certainly was not allowed to see.
“I hate you,” she muttered after a moment, cheeks still red, but her smile tamed, at least.
Kirk, for his part, was grinning at her. If he had a tail, she mused, it’d be just a-wagging.“Yeah, Bones, I hate you, too.”