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Title: Thoughts of a Sweet Song
Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)
Word Count: 941, according to Microsoft Word
Summary: Leonard McCoy can't sleep, so he thinks about Jim. (Kirk/McCoy, established relationship)
Warnings: ... Uh, fluff? And it was written at 4:40 in the morning? And I completely ignored military time because it didn't give off the same feel. :D
It is 4:40 in the morning, and Leonard McCoy can’t sleep.
He’s not quite sure why; he’s sure as hell tired. Jim is nestled up against him, their legs and fingers still intertwined, and he’s pretty sure that he’s been staring at him for over an hour. If he looks closely, he can just barely make out the blues and greens in the opal on Jims finger. His fiancé looks absolutely beautiful when he’s asleep (not that he doesn’t when he’s awake), and for a while, he had been content to watch him sleep, seeing as sleep didn’t seem to want to tug him under to join him. Now, however, he’s getting frustrated. All he wants to do is pass out for a while. He seriously considers getting up and getting a light sedative - or at least, he would, if he wasn’t spooned against Jim.
Shifting slightly, pressing a light kiss to the back of his fiancés neck, Leonard sighs. If he thinks about it a little, he can come up with potential reasons for why he can’t sleep. The first one he comes up with is the fact that, as of 12:01 am, he was another year older. Great. Just fucking peachy.
For someone who hated his own birthday (though he completely understood why; being born on the same day as a reality-altering event that also happens to kill your father does that to a person), Jim had been overly cheerful about the whole thing. Of course, by “overly cheerful”, he really means “had tackled him to the goddamned ground”. Still, he’d been fine with kissing the over-eager brat and cuddling up to him. They indulge in their sappy sides a lot more now; he had been surprised to find that, not only did he not mind, but that it was easy. It wasn’t like it had been with Jocelyn, a special phrase to say during special times. It was something he wanted to make sure Jim knew, with every fiber of his being: “I love you”.
Then again, it’s Jim. He’s always had a way of changing the rules to fit him, and Leonard has never been any different.
Now, though, he’s wide-awake.
He checks the time. 4:53 am. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Maybe if he just closes his eyes and waits, he’ll fall asleep and, when he opens them again, it’ll actually be a decent time to be awake.
…
4:56 am. God damn.
He tries again. 4:59. Each minute is dragging by, and he can’t help but let out a frustrated sigh.
He lets his mind stray to thoughts of their wedding. It won’t be anything even remotely close to stress-free, especially not with the people they know. Spock is officiating, and Bones can’t help but smirk slightly at the idea of a Vulcan (well, half-Vulcan) performing a wedding ceremony - weddings are one of the most emotional things he can think of. He already knows Jim is going to look incredible, all cleaned up and waiting (and nervous, too). But the other things…
He wonders what Jim will kiss like, when it’s finally time. They’ve shared a lot of kisses, but that kiss, the wedding kiss, the Yours Forever And Ever kiss… He’s not sure what Jim will do. He’s certain many people would expect Jim to make out with him right there in front of everybody, but he also knows that this is going to mean a helluva lot to them. Part of him wonders if Jim might give him one of those slow, sweet kisses that take him apart from the inside, the ones that don’t set his blood on fire but instead turn it to honey. He has a feeling Jim doesn’t quite know what those kisses do to him; how he melts a little with every one.
Though, when it comes to Jim melting him, nothing really beats that voice of his. He loves listening to Jim sing. The first time was a complete surprise, Jim coming out of nowhere and singing, grabbing his hands and pulling him into a dance, smiling wide and laughing, and Leonard had smiled and laughed and danced and it…
Well, it had been something else.
Now, Jim will sometimes just sing a few verses, and every time he does, he wonders how he can live, loving someone as much as he loves Jim. But then, God, sometimes Jim will have his arms wrapped around him, have pulled him down into bed or a chair, and he’ll sing in his ear. Then, he’s sure he’s died: he feels like he’s floating, like if Jim were to let go he’d just fly away, powered by love and Jims voice.
He’s always a little disappointed when Jim stops (though Jim, being Jim, usually manages to distract him somehow). He’s even started singing a bit himself, holding Jim close when he’s had a shit day and stroking through his hair. He hasn’t sang anything too sappy, but the more comfortable with it he gets, the more it threatens to happen. He can’t quite bring himself to care, though.
It’s 5:18 now, and his eyes are feeling a bit heavier than they did before. He looks at Jim. Then he yawns.
Mm, definitely a good sign.
Bones (because he’s always Bones when it comes to Jim) shifts forward, pressing a soft kiss under his fiancés ear before settling down. And, if he sings a bit while he drifts off to sleep, well, that’s just what happens when you fall in love with Jim Kirk - and more importantly, when he loves you back.
Besides, it’s his goddamn birthday; he can do what he wants.
(5:26 am, “I’m yours…”)
Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)
Word Count: 941, according to Microsoft Word
Summary: Leonard McCoy can't sleep, so he thinks about Jim. (Kirk/McCoy, established relationship)
Warnings: ... Uh, fluff? And it was written at 4:40 in the morning? And I completely ignored military time because it didn't give off the same feel. :D
It is 4:40 in the morning, and Leonard McCoy can’t sleep.
He’s not quite sure why; he’s sure as hell tired. Jim is nestled up against him, their legs and fingers still intertwined, and he’s pretty sure that he’s been staring at him for over an hour. If he looks closely, he can just barely make out the blues and greens in the opal on Jims finger. His fiancé looks absolutely beautiful when he’s asleep (not that he doesn’t when he’s awake), and for a while, he had been content to watch him sleep, seeing as sleep didn’t seem to want to tug him under to join him. Now, however, he’s getting frustrated. All he wants to do is pass out for a while. He seriously considers getting up and getting a light sedative - or at least, he would, if he wasn’t spooned against Jim.
Shifting slightly, pressing a light kiss to the back of his fiancés neck, Leonard sighs. If he thinks about it a little, he can come up with potential reasons for why he can’t sleep. The first one he comes up with is the fact that, as of 12:01 am, he was another year older. Great. Just fucking peachy.
For someone who hated his own birthday (though he completely understood why; being born on the same day as a reality-altering event that also happens to kill your father does that to a person), Jim had been overly cheerful about the whole thing. Of course, by “overly cheerful”, he really means “had tackled him to the goddamned ground”. Still, he’d been fine with kissing the over-eager brat and cuddling up to him. They indulge in their sappy sides a lot more now; he had been surprised to find that, not only did he not mind, but that it was easy. It wasn’t like it had been with Jocelyn, a special phrase to say during special times. It was something he wanted to make sure Jim knew, with every fiber of his being: “I love you”.
Then again, it’s Jim. He’s always had a way of changing the rules to fit him, and Leonard has never been any different.
Now, though, he’s wide-awake.
He checks the time. 4:53 am. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Maybe if he just closes his eyes and waits, he’ll fall asleep and, when he opens them again, it’ll actually be a decent time to be awake.
…
4:56 am. God damn.
He tries again. 4:59. Each minute is dragging by, and he can’t help but let out a frustrated sigh.
He lets his mind stray to thoughts of their wedding. It won’t be anything even remotely close to stress-free, especially not with the people they know. Spock is officiating, and Bones can’t help but smirk slightly at the idea of a Vulcan (well, half-Vulcan) performing a wedding ceremony - weddings are one of the most emotional things he can think of. He already knows Jim is going to look incredible, all cleaned up and waiting (and nervous, too). But the other things…
He wonders what Jim will kiss like, when it’s finally time. They’ve shared a lot of kisses, but that kiss, the wedding kiss, the Yours Forever And Ever kiss… He’s not sure what Jim will do. He’s certain many people would expect Jim to make out with him right there in front of everybody, but he also knows that this is going to mean a helluva lot to them. Part of him wonders if Jim might give him one of those slow, sweet kisses that take him apart from the inside, the ones that don’t set his blood on fire but instead turn it to honey. He has a feeling Jim doesn’t quite know what those kisses do to him; how he melts a little with every one.
Though, when it comes to Jim melting him, nothing really beats that voice of his. He loves listening to Jim sing. The first time was a complete surprise, Jim coming out of nowhere and singing, grabbing his hands and pulling him into a dance, smiling wide and laughing, and Leonard had smiled and laughed and danced and it…
Well, it had been something else.
Now, Jim will sometimes just sing a few verses, and every time he does, he wonders how he can live, loving someone as much as he loves Jim. But then, God, sometimes Jim will have his arms wrapped around him, have pulled him down into bed or a chair, and he’ll sing in his ear. Then, he’s sure he’s died: he feels like he’s floating, like if Jim were to let go he’d just fly away, powered by love and Jims voice.
He’s always a little disappointed when Jim stops (though Jim, being Jim, usually manages to distract him somehow). He’s even started singing a bit himself, holding Jim close when he’s had a shit day and stroking through his hair. He hasn’t sang anything too sappy, but the more comfortable with it he gets, the more it threatens to happen. He can’t quite bring himself to care, though.
It’s 5:18 now, and his eyes are feeling a bit heavier than they did before. He looks at Jim. Then he yawns.
Mm, definitely a good sign.
Bones (because he’s always Bones when it comes to Jim) shifts forward, pressing a soft kiss under his fiancés ear before settling down. And, if he sings a bit while he drifts off to sleep, well, that’s just what happens when you fall in love with Jim Kirk - and more importantly, when he loves you back.
Besides, it’s his goddamn birthday; he can do what he wants.
(5:26 am, “I’m yours…”)