This is not one line! }:PflorahartMay 20 2010, 02:17:08 UTC
"We'll talk later," Pike had said, four days ago (by the calendar; it felt more like four weeks plus or minus a year). Apparently, the fact that he's still basically in traction and restrained hasn't stopped now from being 'later.'
McCoy knows he's ankle-deep in shit of his own making here, and yeah, it's probably at least a little mitigated by the fact that Jim, being completely bugfuck insane not only went to get the man, but got pretty much beaten to a pulp doing so and still also saved Earth (not to mention the microsurgery, but that'd be blowing his own horn), so he's more than a little uncomfortable. Still, he's not about to fidget. He stands with his arms folded across his chest and waits to hear how badly he's fucked up his brand new career
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*deliberately misinterprets word* ...you have MET me, right?florahartMay 20 2010, 04:30:09 UTC
Jim leaned back on his hands, legs stretched forward on the mat, feet crossed at the ankle, and tilted his head as he watched Bones strip off the tank top that had gotten drenched wicking sweat off him as they sparred.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Yep."
"Good." Bones moved to the door and glanced out into the corridor, then turned back and tossed the shirt so it smacked Jim in the face.
He pushed it off and made a face, eyes closed, nose wrinkled. "Hey, you're--"
"--creating the element of surprise," Bones said from inches away, shoving Jim over onto his back and crawling forward over him.
"Ooh, sneaky! But I thought you didn't want the crew catching us."
"Whaddaya mean you're out of underwear? We did the laundry like three days ago," McCoy said, scowling. "Hey! Shit, I letcha get away with my shirts and stuff, but ya can't borrow my underwear. Christ, Jim."
Jim shrugged, utterly unrepentant. "I sort of tend to leave mine wherever they land. I mean, afterward, the focus is on getting dressed and getting out without any weird awkwardness, and looking for my shorts is awkward."
"Oh, and you therefore suppose you can just steal mine? Because for one thing, I don't share my shorts with anyone I'm not fucking, and for another, that's just going to lead to neither of us... oh, and what's that look about?"
"My best friend is a genius."
McCoy glanced over sideways. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! If we're fucking, we can share underwear and I won't have to worry about finding it, because it will still be here
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"Your mum will be here in ten minutes," Charlie said, gasping against Tonks's throat as she wrapped her legs around his waist and sank down onto him again. "We should... we should..."
Tonks waved a hand behind her in the general direction of the cluttered floor and murmured a suction charm.
Charlie's eyes rolled back as her aim, apparently influenced by her distraction, hit the wrong thing entirely.
Not that she minded; he quit talking about her mother and focused on the task at hand.
"Wait, you made this?" Ron stopped in the middle of his first chomp and took the sticky and slightly crushed ball from his mouth, holding it out between his first finger and thumb. "Er. Nev? Please tell me this is only chewing gum, and not... you didn't get the recipe from George, did you? Because his gumball recipe makes your, you know, a bit, er, stretchy."
Neville stared. "It's only gum, Ron. I tested it, too. You know how I always was with potions."
"And you're certain your bollocks are intact and non-elastic?"
"What, d'you want to check?"
Ron blinked. "Er. I--"
Neville grinned. "Good? I've been working on not being a stammering mess when challenged."
"Oh. Right." Ron chewed on his lip. "What if I was going to say maybe? I mean, not that I meant to, only, once you said... Never mind."
Neville considered that a moment, then plucked the half-chewed gumball out of Ron's hand and popped it in his mouth. "I can't say for sure that a second dose doesn't warrant some examination."
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Breakfast Club, Andrew/Bender, wrapped
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McCoy knows he's ankle-deep in shit of his own making here, and yeah, it's probably at least a little mitigated by the fact that Jim, being completely bugfuck insane not only went to get the man, but got pretty much beaten to a pulp doing so and still also saved Earth (not to mention the microsurgery, but that'd be blowing his own horn), so he's more than a little uncomfortable. Still, he's not about to fidget. He stands with his arms folded across his chest and waits to hear how badly he's fucked up his brand new career ( ... )
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LOVE IT YES I DO!
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"Enjoying yourself?"
"Yep."
"Good." Bones moved to the door and glanced out into the corridor, then turned back and tossed the shirt so it smacked Jim in the face.
He pushed it off and made a face, eyes closed, nose wrinkled. "Hey, you're--"
"--creating the element of surprise," Bones said from inches away, shoving Jim over onto his back and crawling forward over him.
"Ooh, sneaky! But I thought you didn't want the crew catching us."
"Why d'ya think I just locked the damn door?"
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(Love all the ones you've written so far, ST and HP anyhow, don't know SGA.)
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Jim shrugged, utterly unrepentant. "I sort of tend to leave mine wherever they land. I mean, afterward, the focus is on getting dressed and getting out without any weird awkwardness, and looking for my shorts is awkward."
"Oh, and you therefore suppose you can just steal mine? Because for one thing, I don't share my shorts with anyone I'm not fucking, and for another, that's just going to lead to neither of us... oh, and what's that look about?"
"My best friend is a genius."
McCoy glanced over sideways. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! If we're fucking, we can share underwear and I won't have to worry about finding it, because it will still be here ( ... )
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Awesome. i don't know how you do teeny so well, but you totally do.
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Best declaration of affection ever.
*adores*
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Tonks waved a hand behind her in the general direction of the cluttered floor and murmured a suction charm.
Charlie's eyes rolled back as her aim, apparently influenced by her distraction, hit the wrong thing entirely.
Not that she minded; he quit talking about her mother and focused on the task at hand.
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Neville stared. "It's only gum, Ron. I tested it, too. You know how I always was with potions."
"And you're certain your bollocks are intact and non-elastic?"
"What, d'you want to check?"
Ron blinked. "Er. I--"
Neville grinned. "Good? I've been working on not being a stammering mess when challenged."
"Oh. Right." Ron chewed on his lip. "What if I was going to say maybe? I mean, not that I meant to, only, once you said... Never mind."
Neville considered that a moment, then plucked the half-chewed gumball out of Ron's hand and popped it in his mouth. "I can't say for sure that a second dose doesn't warrant some examination."
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Thank you!
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