Air'Ros 10/?
Title: Air'Ros
Author: HandwithQuill
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Warnings: Au in which Leonard McCoy is not the CMO of the Enterprise. Kinda, sorta Cupid!Bones.
Summary: A mission takes the Enterprise to the planet Cамракот durning the Ritual of Lufsum. There Jim meets Air'Ros. Based on the myth of Cupid and Psyche.
A/N: Beta'd by the always awesome ken_ichijouji
Jim was staring out a window in the diplomatic building during a short break in the negotiations. It was raining hard today. He could see a few people running to and fro. Every time he saw a man, he mentally compared him to his sense memory of Bones. The guy to the left had hair too long, the guy stepping onto the public transport had shoulders that were too narrow, the one leaning under the awning was too old. He didn't know how he knew, he never asked Bones his age, but he sounded and felt to be around Jim's own age.
“You've been quiet,” Uhura said, stepping next to him, throwing a shadow on the window and blocking the view of the street below. “What's up, Jim?”
“Nothing.” He shrugged and gave her a smile. The look she was giving him said she didn't believe him, but she wasn't sure if she was going to push. “Hey,” he said, trying to distract her. “What does 'Ic forþgang gadrian on forwynsumede þisne.' mean?”
He watched Uhrua's eyes go distant as she translated the sentence. “In standard it means. 'I’m going to concentrate on enjoying this'. Why?”
It was one of the last things Bones said last night. Jim didn't quite feel right to ask Bones what it meant, but he did want to know. Bones' voice when he said it... He shook his head, then smiled. He told Bones to concentrate on them right after he said that. “Just something I overheard.”
The lounge chimes sounded, indicating that it was time for the negotiations to reconvene. Jim couldn't get rid of his smile as he followed her down the hall. Bones was going to focus on them. That was good, it's what Jim had decided. He enjoyed the nights he spent with Bones, and he wasn't going to let anything else matter when they were together. Not that he didn't know what Bones looked like, not how quickly it developed, and not that there was only a few more weeks before he left. He was just going to take it as it came, like he always did.
He took his seat at the table and examined the other one. They had called a break because the council needed to speak in private. From Councilman Gewinna's stiff-backed stance, he was sitting up straight and looking down his nose at his PADD, while drumming his fingers on the table, it looked like the conversion didn't go his way. Councilwoman Swǽslic had the corner of her mouth barely quirked in a way they had determined was her being pleased and not wanting to show it. Chancellor Cynedóm, on the other hand, was smiling broadly.
“We have come to an agreement on half of the decision before us.” Chancellor Cynedóm said. “We give Starfleet the right to mine the Polyferranide on the 12th planet in our system.”
Jim let slowly let out the breath he was holding, fighting his own grin. That explained why Councilman Gewinna was not happy.
“Thank you,” he said. “We are grateful to you for allowing this.”
Chancellor Cynedóm nodded. “We know how important these minerals are to you. If you are ready, we will continue the negotiations for the Trellium-E.”
“Yes, of course.”
“In studying the report you gave us,” Councilwoman Swǽslic stated, “we have determined that the fault line that the Trellium-E is deposited in is no longer active. The best place to build any potential facility would be in the crevice that is exposing the Trellium-E.” Her eyes darted over to Councilman Gewinna “This would decrease any digging that would be needed to secure the living facilities of the workers. And provide added protection from any radiation that could effect them from the planet not having any atmosphere.” She looked back at their table. “Is that not correct?”
“That is true.” Jim nodded. “When working on any planet with out an atmosphere, it is always better to use as much of the natural surroundings to combat the effects of space.”
“The research I’ve done so far indicates that there are a few different types of facilities that would be optimal?”
“Yes,” Spock said as Jim tapped his foot under the table. Jim let Spock lead the negotiations for the rest of the day as they were about the specifications of the mining facilities. Both for the Polyferranide and Trellium-E. He glanced at his PADD a little later and saw that there was only twenty minuets of artificial lighting left.
“That is unacceptable!” Councilman Gewinna yelled, banging his fist on the table. “The amount of unnecessary drilling needed for the stability of that type of pressure dome is outrageous! Why can't simple survival domes be used?”
“A survival dome is not rated for use out of an atmosphere,” Spock stated, sounding calm, but the position on his eyebrow said otherwise. “Also, any housing unit utilized must be anchored onto the planet as the solar winds from your sun are quite strong.”
Councilman Gewinna opened his mouth, but closed it when Chancellor Cynedóm held up his hand.
“I believe that is enough for today. Sunset was three hours ago and I for one am not looking forward to traversing the streets in the dark. I’m sure neither of you two are as well, so let's allow our guests back to their rooms before the lights in the building go out. We will reconvene tomorrow at the usual time.”
The six people in the room stood. As usual Councilman Gewinna swept past them.
“Gewinna has always been unpleasant.” Councilwoman Swǽslic commented, gathering her PADDs. “After six years of schooling with him, I have never known him to be otherwise. I will see each of you in the morning.” She left with a smile.
“Chancellor?” Uhura spoke up, pulling out a PADD out of her bag. “I didn't want to give this to you with the others present, seeing as it might be misinterpreted, but there were quiet a few xenolinguistic word game I loved as a child. I thought that Tungé might enjoy some of them.”
“Thank you, Lt.” He took the PADD. “I'm sure he will. Until tomorrow.”
They all left the room then. Jim wished he had gotten something to eat during the break as he passed the dining hall and his stomach grumbled its empty state. He made it to his room and entered the code just as the lights faded. He grinned in the darkness as he stepped in the room, locking the door as it shut behind him.
“Been waiting long?” he asked.
“Just arrived myself.” Bones replied.
Jim made his way into the room slowly, arms out to not run into anything. He started taking half steps when he thought he was close to the bed and still managed to stub his toes on the foot. “Oh, be quiet,” he said at the chuckle his pained grunt elicited. “We can't all have amazing night vision.”
Arms wrapped around his waist and his earlobe was nipped. “Maybe I should help you to bed, then? For your own safety?” Jim leaned back into his embrace and reached for the fastening of his pants, but he was stopped. “Not yet. Your negotiations went long tonight, did you get to eat?”
“No.”
“Sit up against the headboard.” His hand was guided to the bed and he took the step and a half to get there. Doing as Bones said, he listened to the sounds in the room. He heard a couple of clinks and a rattle that sounded like dishes. “Don't move.”
He held still as something was placed over his legs. There was another clank and wonderful smell filled the room. His stomach growled.
“Are you sure the only food you were allergic to was the shellfish?”
“Yes. Boyce is very thorough when it comes to my allergies.”
“Okay, good. I brought a range of antihistamines with me just in case.”
“A hypo is not what I want you to stick me with.”
“Shut up, Jim.” Something was placed against his lips. It didn't have a strong scent and he opened his mouth. It was small and round. Some type of grape, he assumed. He rolled it around on his tongue a couple of times then bit into it.
“Oh!” The taste exploded.
“Tófléon berigie.” The sweet juices coated his tongue, but it had an aftertaste he couldn't place. It was almost sour, but not quite. Another was placed against his lip and he quickly took it in. After one more, a cup was raised. He almost didn't want to wash away the taste. After swallowing, lips replaced the cup. Air'Ros' tongue traced the contours of his mouth, making sure all the berry juice was gone.
“This is Wræteréad Cyrfjet.” Something cold and moist was pressed to his lips. Jim touched it with the tip of his tongue. The texture made him think it might be some kind of melon. He grasped it with his teeth and chewed lightly on the soft flesh. Biting down released the juices, which were also sweet. But these were airy, made him think of summer afternoons. He was fed a few more pieces before the cup returned.
“Here.” His hand was taken and a cloth was placed in it. “This might get a little messy.” There was a scraping sound and warm metal rested against his mouth. His tongue traced the bowl of a spoon. His mouth opened, and it slipped in. It was a thick broth with a few different things in it.
“What is this?”
“Just Bræding and Wðrt stew.” Another spoonful was raised.
They were quiet for the next few minutes as Air'Ros slowly fed him from the bowl. Jim could heard the spoon scraping the bottom, and the next serving had a bigger chunk of meat. He held it in his mouth, swallowing the broth and vegetables first. Before he could start chewing, Bones' tongue entered his mouth and fought for it. Jim’s hand grasped the back of Bones' head to keep him there as he bit the meat in half. They both chewed quickly, before returning to the kiss.
When they pulled back for air, Jim could hear Bones put the bowl aside. He waited for the tray to be removed, but instead a finger smeared something cold along his bottom lip. He licked at it. It was creamy and had the consistency of cream cheese, but it was really tart. He could feel his face scrunch up. He didn't think he could take much of it.
“Don't worry. Most people don't eat Súrra Fléte by itself. They usually mix it with something. I like it with Furhwudu'epl.” another piece of fruit was put to his lips. This one was lightly citrusy and blended well with the tart taste of the cream. When he was offered the next piece, he grabbed Bones' hand.
“Bones,” he whispered, swallowing the fruit and cream quickly. His other hand reached out and found the small cup of cream. He dipped Bones' finger in and brought it to his mouth. Starting with the pad of the finger he used small licks to remove the cream. Slowly working his way down to where it met the palm. He traced back up the back of the finger, then sucked on the tip. “Bones, I don't want anymore food.”
He was kissed again, only breaking off when he felt the tray being taken away. Bones was back quickly. Hands at his waist started pulling up his shirt. A tongue and lips followed it up to his collarbone. He shirt was tossed aside as he reached up to unbuttoned Bones', only to find it was only kept closed by the middle three buttons.
“You know, speaking of allergies, do you have one with buttons?” Jim thought back to the number of times he undressed his lover and his shirt was always kept closed with the least amount of buttons. He quickly popped the three and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Their mouths met again as they worked to remove each other's pants.
“Jim.” Bones sighed into his mouth when they were finally skin to skin. He had taken Jim’s place resting against the headboard and pulled Jim into his lap. Jim’s arms were resting on Bones' shoulders. Bones' own hands were lightly tracing Jim’s waist.
They sat there, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, exchanging gentle kisses. Kisses that became more involved. Eventually, Bones nipped and licked his way into Jim’s mouth, sucking on his bottom lip, his tongue. He played with it until Jim's was caressing and twisting just as much. Then he switched back to long, slow, deep, kisses. They only broke apart to gasp for air, then claimed each other's mouths again.
Jim squirmed in Bones' lap, pressing their erections together. Both men gasped, moving slightly as they kissed.
“Bones,” Jim whispered, “Please, I want you.”
“Have me, Jim.” He felt Bones reach to the side, then he was handed the bottle of Malwé oil. “Take me. I want to feel you inside me again.”
“Bones.” Jim whispered again, swallowing hard. He slipped off his lap and moved back so Bones could lay down. He uncorked the bottle, slicked his fingers and raised one of Bones' legs over his shoulder. He slowly slid the tip of one finger in, adding more oil when he thought he felt resistance. Working his way up to two fingers, he started searching for Bones' prostate. When he found it, he used his fingers to caress around the edge.
Soon Bones was pushing down to meet his hand.
“Now, Jim. Please. Need you now.” Jim poured a little more oil in his hand and corked the bottle. Putting it aside he slicked himself up and positioned Bones' other leg around his hip. He maneuvered the head of his cock to Bones' entrance and, as he slid in, leaned forward so his hands could slip under Bones' back.
He stared thrusting slowly, building up a rhythm, while his hands found the boney ridges on Bones' shoulder blades. He ran his fingers along the underside of the ridges at the same time he angled a direct hit to Bones' prostate.
“Fuck, Jim!” Bones arched under him. His hands came around to grasp Jim’s ass, pulling him deeper. “More, please! Need you!”
“You have me. All of me.” Jim attacked the side of Bones' neck, not wanting to say something that would be more than what he decided about just enjoying this. Enjoying how Bones made him feel, how he had already gotten into Jim’s soul. How he was everything Jim always wanted.
“Jim, please!” Bones gasped out, rolling his hips on Jim's next thrust. “Close, please, come inside me first. Want to feel you.”
Jim was close himself and let it take over, hips stuttering as it poured out of him. He tried to keep the rhythm he had set, coaxing Bones though his own release. When his lover's body stopped shuddering, he relaxed against him, worrying the spot on his neck that he attacked earlier.
Bones' hand trailed up his back and into his hair. He lifted his head for a kiss, before slipping out of Bones' body. He tentatively stood up, made his way over to the bathroom, got a towel, cleaned them up and pulled Bones into his arms. Bones wiggled into a comfortable position, head pressed into Jim’s collarbone.
“Ic boóðorlufu ðú swa hlyte,” he whispered sleepily. “Ic gewilla missaþ ðú hwonne ðú awegcuman.”
Jim was going to ask what he said, but Bones' breathing evened out in sleep. Jim kissed his head and held him tighter.
Air'ros 9 Air'ros 11
Author: HandwithQuill
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Warnings: Au in which Leonard McCoy is not the CMO of the Enterprise. Kinda, sorta Cupid!Bones.
Summary: A mission takes the Enterprise to the planet Cамракот durning the Ritual of Lufsum. There Jim meets Air'Ros. Based on the myth of Cupid and Psyche.
A/N: Beta'd by the always awesome ken_ichijouji
Jim was staring out a window in the diplomatic building during a short break in the negotiations. It was raining hard today. He could see a few people running to and fro. Every time he saw a man, he mentally compared him to his sense memory of Bones. The guy to the left had hair too long, the guy stepping onto the public transport had shoulders that were too narrow, the one leaning under the awning was too old. He didn't know how he knew, he never asked Bones his age, but he sounded and felt to be around Jim's own age.
“You've been quiet,” Uhura said, stepping next to him, throwing a shadow on the window and blocking the view of the street below. “What's up, Jim?”
“Nothing.” He shrugged and gave her a smile. The look she was giving him said she didn't believe him, but she wasn't sure if she was going to push. “Hey,” he said, trying to distract her. “What does 'Ic forþgang gadrian on forwynsumede þisne.' mean?”
He watched Uhrua's eyes go distant as she translated the sentence. “In standard it means. 'I’m going to concentrate on enjoying this'. Why?”
It was one of the last things Bones said last night. Jim didn't quite feel right to ask Bones what it meant, but he did want to know. Bones' voice when he said it... He shook his head, then smiled. He told Bones to concentrate on them right after he said that. “Just something I overheard.”
The lounge chimes sounded, indicating that it was time for the negotiations to reconvene. Jim couldn't get rid of his smile as he followed her down the hall. Bones was going to focus on them. That was good, it's what Jim had decided. He enjoyed the nights he spent with Bones, and he wasn't going to let anything else matter when they were together. Not that he didn't know what Bones looked like, not how quickly it developed, and not that there was only a few more weeks before he left. He was just going to take it as it came, like he always did.
He took his seat at the table and examined the other one. They had called a break because the council needed to speak in private. From Councilman Gewinna's stiff-backed stance, he was sitting up straight and looking down his nose at his PADD, while drumming his fingers on the table, it looked like the conversion didn't go his way. Councilwoman Swǽslic had the corner of her mouth barely quirked in a way they had determined was her being pleased and not wanting to show it. Chancellor Cynedóm, on the other hand, was smiling broadly.
“We have come to an agreement on half of the decision before us.” Chancellor Cynedóm said. “We give Starfleet the right to mine the Polyferranide on the 12th planet in our system.”
Jim let slowly let out the breath he was holding, fighting his own grin. That explained why Councilman Gewinna was not happy.
“Thank you,” he said. “We are grateful to you for allowing this.”
Chancellor Cynedóm nodded. “We know how important these minerals are to you. If you are ready, we will continue the negotiations for the Trellium-E.”
“Yes, of course.”
“In studying the report you gave us,” Councilwoman Swǽslic stated, “we have determined that the fault line that the Trellium-E is deposited in is no longer active. The best place to build any potential facility would be in the crevice that is exposing the Trellium-E.” Her eyes darted over to Councilman Gewinna “This would decrease any digging that would be needed to secure the living facilities of the workers. And provide added protection from any radiation that could effect them from the planet not having any atmosphere.” She looked back at their table. “Is that not correct?”
“That is true.” Jim nodded. “When working on any planet with out an atmosphere, it is always better to use as much of the natural surroundings to combat the effects of space.”
“The research I’ve done so far indicates that there are a few different types of facilities that would be optimal?”
“Yes,” Spock said as Jim tapped his foot under the table. Jim let Spock lead the negotiations for the rest of the day as they were about the specifications of the mining facilities. Both for the Polyferranide and Trellium-E. He glanced at his PADD a little later and saw that there was only twenty minuets of artificial lighting left.
“That is unacceptable!” Councilman Gewinna yelled, banging his fist on the table. “The amount of unnecessary drilling needed for the stability of that type of pressure dome is outrageous! Why can't simple survival domes be used?”
“A survival dome is not rated for use out of an atmosphere,” Spock stated, sounding calm, but the position on his eyebrow said otherwise. “Also, any housing unit utilized must be anchored onto the planet as the solar winds from your sun are quite strong.”
Councilman Gewinna opened his mouth, but closed it when Chancellor Cynedóm held up his hand.
“I believe that is enough for today. Sunset was three hours ago and I for one am not looking forward to traversing the streets in the dark. I’m sure neither of you two are as well, so let's allow our guests back to their rooms before the lights in the building go out. We will reconvene tomorrow at the usual time.”
The six people in the room stood. As usual Councilman Gewinna swept past them.
“Gewinna has always been unpleasant.” Councilwoman Swǽslic commented, gathering her PADDs. “After six years of schooling with him, I have never known him to be otherwise. I will see each of you in the morning.” She left with a smile.
“Chancellor?” Uhura spoke up, pulling out a PADD out of her bag. “I didn't want to give this to you with the others present, seeing as it might be misinterpreted, but there were quiet a few xenolinguistic word game I loved as a child. I thought that Tungé might enjoy some of them.”
“Thank you, Lt.” He took the PADD. “I'm sure he will. Until tomorrow.”
They all left the room then. Jim wished he had gotten something to eat during the break as he passed the dining hall and his stomach grumbled its empty state. He made it to his room and entered the code just as the lights faded. He grinned in the darkness as he stepped in the room, locking the door as it shut behind him.
“Been waiting long?” he asked.
“Just arrived myself.” Bones replied.
Jim made his way into the room slowly, arms out to not run into anything. He started taking half steps when he thought he was close to the bed and still managed to stub his toes on the foot. “Oh, be quiet,” he said at the chuckle his pained grunt elicited. “We can't all have amazing night vision.”
Arms wrapped around his waist and his earlobe was nipped. “Maybe I should help you to bed, then? For your own safety?” Jim leaned back into his embrace and reached for the fastening of his pants, but he was stopped. “Not yet. Your negotiations went long tonight, did you get to eat?”
“No.”
“Sit up against the headboard.” His hand was guided to the bed and he took the step and a half to get there. Doing as Bones said, he listened to the sounds in the room. He heard a couple of clinks and a rattle that sounded like dishes. “Don't move.”
He held still as something was placed over his legs. There was another clank and wonderful smell filled the room. His stomach growled.
“Are you sure the only food you were allergic to was the shellfish?”
“Yes. Boyce is very thorough when it comes to my allergies.”
“Okay, good. I brought a range of antihistamines with me just in case.”
“A hypo is not what I want you to stick me with.”
“Shut up, Jim.” Something was placed against his lips. It didn't have a strong scent and he opened his mouth. It was small and round. Some type of grape, he assumed. He rolled it around on his tongue a couple of times then bit into it.
“Oh!” The taste exploded.
“Tófléon berigie.” The sweet juices coated his tongue, but it had an aftertaste he couldn't place. It was almost sour, but not quite. Another was placed against his lip and he quickly took it in. After one more, a cup was raised. He almost didn't want to wash away the taste. After swallowing, lips replaced the cup. Air'Ros' tongue traced the contours of his mouth, making sure all the berry juice was gone.
“This is Wræteréad Cyrfjet.” Something cold and moist was pressed to his lips. Jim touched it with the tip of his tongue. The texture made him think it might be some kind of melon. He grasped it with his teeth and chewed lightly on the soft flesh. Biting down released the juices, which were also sweet. But these were airy, made him think of summer afternoons. He was fed a few more pieces before the cup returned.
“Here.” His hand was taken and a cloth was placed in it. “This might get a little messy.” There was a scraping sound and warm metal rested against his mouth. His tongue traced the bowl of a spoon. His mouth opened, and it slipped in. It was a thick broth with a few different things in it.
“What is this?”
“Just Bræding and Wðrt stew.” Another spoonful was raised.
They were quiet for the next few minutes as Air'Ros slowly fed him from the bowl. Jim could heard the spoon scraping the bottom, and the next serving had a bigger chunk of meat. He held it in his mouth, swallowing the broth and vegetables first. Before he could start chewing, Bones' tongue entered his mouth and fought for it. Jim’s hand grasped the back of Bones' head to keep him there as he bit the meat in half. They both chewed quickly, before returning to the kiss.
When they pulled back for air, Jim could hear Bones put the bowl aside. He waited for the tray to be removed, but instead a finger smeared something cold along his bottom lip. He licked at it. It was creamy and had the consistency of cream cheese, but it was really tart. He could feel his face scrunch up. He didn't think he could take much of it.
“Don't worry. Most people don't eat Súrra Fléte by itself. They usually mix it with something. I like it with Furhwudu'epl.” another piece of fruit was put to his lips. This one was lightly citrusy and blended well with the tart taste of the cream. When he was offered the next piece, he grabbed Bones' hand.
“Bones,” he whispered, swallowing the fruit and cream quickly. His other hand reached out and found the small cup of cream. He dipped Bones' finger in and brought it to his mouth. Starting with the pad of the finger he used small licks to remove the cream. Slowly working his way down to where it met the palm. He traced back up the back of the finger, then sucked on the tip. “Bones, I don't want anymore food.”
He was kissed again, only breaking off when he felt the tray being taken away. Bones was back quickly. Hands at his waist started pulling up his shirt. A tongue and lips followed it up to his collarbone. He shirt was tossed aside as he reached up to unbuttoned Bones', only to find it was only kept closed by the middle three buttons.
“You know, speaking of allergies, do you have one with buttons?” Jim thought back to the number of times he undressed his lover and his shirt was always kept closed with the least amount of buttons. He quickly popped the three and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Their mouths met again as they worked to remove each other's pants.
“Jim.” Bones sighed into his mouth when they were finally skin to skin. He had taken Jim’s place resting against the headboard and pulled Jim into his lap. Jim’s arms were resting on Bones' shoulders. Bones' own hands were lightly tracing Jim’s waist.
They sat there, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, exchanging gentle kisses. Kisses that became more involved. Eventually, Bones nipped and licked his way into Jim’s mouth, sucking on his bottom lip, his tongue. He played with it until Jim's was caressing and twisting just as much. Then he switched back to long, slow, deep, kisses. They only broke apart to gasp for air, then claimed each other's mouths again.
Jim squirmed in Bones' lap, pressing their erections together. Both men gasped, moving slightly as they kissed.
“Bones,” Jim whispered, “Please, I want you.”
“Have me, Jim.” He felt Bones reach to the side, then he was handed the bottle of Malwé oil. “Take me. I want to feel you inside me again.”
“Bones.” Jim whispered again, swallowing hard. He slipped off his lap and moved back so Bones could lay down. He uncorked the bottle, slicked his fingers and raised one of Bones' legs over his shoulder. He slowly slid the tip of one finger in, adding more oil when he thought he felt resistance. Working his way up to two fingers, he started searching for Bones' prostate. When he found it, he used his fingers to caress around the edge.
Soon Bones was pushing down to meet his hand.
“Now, Jim. Please. Need you now.” Jim poured a little more oil in his hand and corked the bottle. Putting it aside he slicked himself up and positioned Bones' other leg around his hip. He maneuvered the head of his cock to Bones' entrance and, as he slid in, leaned forward so his hands could slip under Bones' back.
He stared thrusting slowly, building up a rhythm, while his hands found the boney ridges on Bones' shoulder blades. He ran his fingers along the underside of the ridges at the same time he angled a direct hit to Bones' prostate.
“Fuck, Jim!” Bones arched under him. His hands came around to grasp Jim’s ass, pulling him deeper. “More, please! Need you!”
“You have me. All of me.” Jim attacked the side of Bones' neck, not wanting to say something that would be more than what he decided about just enjoying this. Enjoying how Bones made him feel, how he had already gotten into Jim’s soul. How he was everything Jim always wanted.
“Jim, please!” Bones gasped out, rolling his hips on Jim's next thrust. “Close, please, come inside me first. Want to feel you.”
Jim was close himself and let it take over, hips stuttering as it poured out of him. He tried to keep the rhythm he had set, coaxing Bones though his own release. When his lover's body stopped shuddering, he relaxed against him, worrying the spot on his neck that he attacked earlier.
Bones' hand trailed up his back and into his hair. He lifted his head for a kiss, before slipping out of Bones' body. He tentatively stood up, made his way over to the bathroom, got a towel, cleaned them up and pulled Bones into his arms. Bones wiggled into a comfortable position, head pressed into Jim’s collarbone.
“Ic boóðorlufu ðú swa hlyte,” he whispered sleepily. “Ic gewilla missaþ ðú hwonne ðú awegcuman.”
Jim was going to ask what he said, but Bones' breathing evened out in sleep. Jim kissed his head and held him tighter.
Air'ros 9 Air'ros 11