Something to Talk About [Jim/Bones]

[genius_level]

There was something to be said for a day off duty, Jim mused as he walked down to Sickbay at the end of alpha shift. It had been a slow day, and after finishing the paperwork that required his attention he had spent the rest of the shift on the bridge, periodically distracted by planning how to spend the next twenty-four hours. Most of them, he

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[dctr_mccoy]

Nothing felt better that seeing that face in his doorway. "Hey you," he said, motioning Jim into the room. He waited until the door slid closed before he stood and walked toward Jim, reaching for his hand.

Might have been silly, it wasn't a secret in Sickbay that the CMO spent his nights with the Captain, but Leonard liked that what they had was private, special. Meant something. "Everything okay, Captain?" he asked, a glint in his eyes.

[genius_level]

Jim's smile widened as he stepped inside. He liked that this was private, too, the discretion they had chosen to maintain just making quiet moments like this all the more special. It wasn't as though they were a secret, but what they had so important to them both that the care they were taking felt natural.

"I've got this problem," he murmured, leaning back against the closed door. He looked down at their hands, their fingers laced together as Bones moved in close. A quick glance up showed blue eyes bright with mischief as he continued. "There I was, sitting in my chair on the bridge and having the most inappropriate thoughts."

[dctr_mccoy]

Leonard's hand tightened around Jim's as they watched each other. Days would pass when Leonard would forget how new and amazing this was between them, because it felt so right, like two people who'd been together for years.

Then all of a sudden, he'd catch that look on Jim's face, and he'd be filled with this sense of wonder. It was them, and they were here.

"Care to share?" he asked, stepping closer until their faces nearly touched.

[genius_level]

He could feel Bones' breath warm on his face, the heat of him standing there close but not quite touching Jim, except for their linked hands. Jim still had moments when he couldn't quite believe they were here, moments when it was all still new and slightly terrifying, though they were fewer and farther in between.

There was nobody there to hear them but still his voice was pitched low when he spoke, leaning in and angling his face toward Bones' ear. "You were in my chair," he breathed. "It was late, I don't know--gamma shift, maybe. The bridge was deserted, nobody but you and me and you were just lounging there, fuck, one knee pulled up. You looked so hot... I had to kneel in front of you, slide a hand along the length of your thigh until I was unfastening your pants."

He let their faces touch, just the barest brush of roughened cheeks as he shared what had kept him preoccupied all afternoon.