Drabbley Goodness - Bridge2Sickbay
So here are my drabbles for this week from Bridge2Sickbay. This weeks theme, drinks!
Now, be warned. As time went on things got more cracked BUT in my defense what do you expect when you put Sulu and Chekov together with the word TANG. lauriegilbert I'm looking at you!
Kirk/McCoy - Fuzzy Navel
Kirk walked into Sick Bay, needing a word with McCoy about the current Fulimonian Flu that was running its course through the crew.
"Bones, I need an update-" Kirk's eyes rose from the PADD, to find McCoy. His mouth dropped open.
McCoy kept a small cot in his office for times when he was constantly on call for medical emergencies. The Fulimonia Flu had kept him busy for the past 48 hours and, having no time to return to his rooms, he had been taking brief naps in between rounds in his office.
McCoy was stretched out on the cot, his tunic and black undershirt riding high on his chest. His chest was covered with a thin layer of hair that trailed down his stomach and curled around his navel. Kirk's mouth went dry. Moving closer to McCoy, Kirk knelt before his sleeping friend, his eyes transfixed on the small pucker.
Kirk bowed his head down, close enough to feel the rise and fall of McCoy's even breathing. Licking his lips, Kirk kissed McCoy's navel, enjoying the rough feeling of his hair. Darting his tongue out of his mouth, Kirk dipped it into McCoy's navel.
“I know you’re here for the report Jim, but I’m pretty sure you won’t find it in there.” McCoy said, his eyes remaining closed as a smile played on his lips.
McCoy/Chekov - Shirley Temple
"Doctor, I do not think-" Chekov mumbled behind McCoy's bathroom door.
McCoy, sitting on his bed, took a sip of bourbon before answering. "You trust me, right kid?" A hint of a smile behind his words.
"Yes, I do but-" A shuffle behind the door and slight tapping sound brought a smile to McCoy's lips. "I am feeling a little strange." His accent coming out heavier than usual.
"Do you need me to come in there?" McCoy said sternly, falling seamlessly into the part that had become a great part of their encounters together.
There was a silent pause. "I am coming out." Chekov said quietly.
The door to the bathroom slid open, and a small mary jane clad foot appeared. White knee high socks stretched up Chekov’s legs, cutting off just below his knees. His body was clad in frilly pink dress with a skirt that flared out from his hips. Chekov had been growing his hair out for some time, knowing that McCoy loved to run his fingers through it. The soft curls spiralled down his face where a sweet red blush spread across his cheeks.
Placing his hands in front of him, Chekov pulled at the too short skirt. He moved slightly farther from the bathroom. The click of his shoes echoing in the room. Chekov looked at McCoy, a shy expression on his face.
McCoy took another sip of his bourbon. "Now. Who's my little princess?"
Scotty/Gaila - Red Light, Green Light
"But-" Scotty spluttered, backing against the wall.
"I need to recalibrate the warp drive and-" Gaila's hands roamed down Scotty's neck and shoulders. He groaned.
"I'm on duty and-" Gaila flashed him a smile, her eyebrow raising as she rubbed gentle circles over his chest.
"No, we have to-" Scotty groaned, as Gaila twisted his nipples through is red tunic. "Stop!" Scotty yelped, grabbing Gaila's hands loosely.
"But Mister Scott-" Gaila leaned into Scotty, her body curving around him in a clash or red and green. Nipping at his ear, Gaila whispered, "Green always means go."
Sulu, Chekov - Tang
Sulu was supposed to meet Chekov for dinner but he hadn't showed.
Leaving the mess hall, Sulu found his way to Chekov's door but after several minutes with no response, Sulu's worry increased. The kid was probably passed out at his desk again. He never knows when to turn work off. Entering a security code, the door slid open and Sulu walked in.
"Pavel?" Sulu said, looking around the room. The room was unusually quiet.
Walking further in, Sulu scanned the room. A soft light shone from Chekov's desk. Sulu smiled. So he had been working.
Walking to the desk, Sulu's eyes scanned the clutter. There were PADDs upon PADDs of astrophysics equations, geometric anomalies, and illustrations of the female anatomy.
Sulu's eyes grew large. Wait, what?! Stumbling into a chair, Sulu pulled together PADD after PADD of images of human female reproductive organs and information about their functionality. Stunned, Sulu's mind raced. Ok, clearly Pavel was interested in anatomy. Maybe he wanted to start some medical training. No. Medical training only in, well vaginas? Sulu felt a headache coming on.
"What are you doing in my room?" Chekov spluttered, a towel wrapped around his waist, his wet hair slick against his forehead.
Looking from Sulu's gaping mouth to the contents on his desk, Chekov's face fell. Scrambling to his desk, Chekov grabbed the PADDs from Sulu's hands.
"This isn't-" He stumbled, holding the PADDs to his body, his cheeks growing pink. "I mean, I was just looking for-" Chekov's eyes darted around the room, as if trying to pull an answer from the air.
Sighing, his shoulders slumped. "I was curious about, well-" Shrugging to indicate the contents of his hands, "I haven't had an opportunity to-" Groaning, Chekov mumbled something in Russian. Sulu didn't need to guess his meaning.
Sulu was silent for a moment, his mind finally settling what his next action would be. "You want to know more about women right?" Sulu said, smiling slightly at Chekov. Chekov shook his head, his eyes glassy.
"Well, Pavel. That is one way to do it." Sulu said, pointing at the contents of his arms. "But I'm sure I can help you find something a little less clinical."
*OK - crack fic is totally crack*
Now, be warned. As time went on things got more cracked BUT in my defense what do you expect when you put Sulu and Chekov together with the word TANG. lauriegilbert I'm looking at you!
Kirk/McCoy - Fuzzy Navel
Kirk walked into Sick Bay, needing a word with McCoy about the current Fulimonian Flu that was running its course through the crew.
"Bones, I need an update-" Kirk's eyes rose from the PADD, to find McCoy. His mouth dropped open.
McCoy kept a small cot in his office for times when he was constantly on call for medical emergencies. The Fulimonia Flu had kept him busy for the past 48 hours and, having no time to return to his rooms, he had been taking brief naps in between rounds in his office.
McCoy was stretched out on the cot, his tunic and black undershirt riding high on his chest. His chest was covered with a thin layer of hair that trailed down his stomach and curled around his navel. Kirk's mouth went dry. Moving closer to McCoy, Kirk knelt before his sleeping friend, his eyes transfixed on the small pucker.
Kirk bowed his head down, close enough to feel the rise and fall of McCoy's even breathing. Licking his lips, Kirk kissed McCoy's navel, enjoying the rough feeling of his hair. Darting his tongue out of his mouth, Kirk dipped it into McCoy's navel.
“I know you’re here for the report Jim, but I’m pretty sure you won’t find it in there.” McCoy said, his eyes remaining closed as a smile played on his lips.
McCoy/Chekov - Shirley Temple
"Doctor, I do not think-" Chekov mumbled behind McCoy's bathroom door.
McCoy, sitting on his bed, took a sip of bourbon before answering. "You trust me, right kid?" A hint of a smile behind his words.
"Yes, I do but-" A shuffle behind the door and slight tapping sound brought a smile to McCoy's lips. "I am feeling a little strange." His accent coming out heavier than usual.
"Do you need me to come in there?" McCoy said sternly, falling seamlessly into the part that had become a great part of their encounters together.
There was a silent pause. "I am coming out." Chekov said quietly.
The door to the bathroom slid open, and a small mary jane clad foot appeared. White knee high socks stretched up Chekov’s legs, cutting off just below his knees. His body was clad in frilly pink dress with a skirt that flared out from his hips. Chekov had been growing his hair out for some time, knowing that McCoy loved to run his fingers through it. The soft curls spiralled down his face where a sweet red blush spread across his cheeks.
Placing his hands in front of him, Chekov pulled at the too short skirt. He moved slightly farther from the bathroom. The click of his shoes echoing in the room. Chekov looked at McCoy, a shy expression on his face.
McCoy took another sip of his bourbon. "Now. Who's my little princess?"
Scotty/Gaila - Red Light, Green Light
"But-" Scotty spluttered, backing against the wall.
"I need to recalibrate the warp drive and-" Gaila's hands roamed down Scotty's neck and shoulders. He groaned.
"I'm on duty and-" Gaila flashed him a smile, her eyebrow raising as she rubbed gentle circles over his chest.
"No, we have to-" Scotty groaned, as Gaila twisted his nipples through is red tunic. "Stop!" Scotty yelped, grabbing Gaila's hands loosely.
"But Mister Scott-" Gaila leaned into Scotty, her body curving around him in a clash or red and green. Nipping at his ear, Gaila whispered, "Green always means go."
Sulu, Chekov - Tang
Sulu was supposed to meet Chekov for dinner but he hadn't showed.
Leaving the mess hall, Sulu found his way to Chekov's door but after several minutes with no response, Sulu's worry increased. The kid was probably passed out at his desk again. He never knows when to turn work off. Entering a security code, the door slid open and Sulu walked in.
"Pavel?" Sulu said, looking around the room. The room was unusually quiet.
Walking further in, Sulu scanned the room. A soft light shone from Chekov's desk. Sulu smiled. So he had been working.
Walking to the desk, Sulu's eyes scanned the clutter. There were PADDs upon PADDs of astrophysics equations, geometric anomalies, and illustrations of the female anatomy.
Sulu's eyes grew large. Wait, what?! Stumbling into a chair, Sulu pulled together PADD after PADD of images of human female reproductive organs and information about their functionality. Stunned, Sulu's mind raced. Ok, clearly Pavel was interested in anatomy. Maybe he wanted to start some medical training. No. Medical training only in, well vaginas? Sulu felt a headache coming on.
"What are you doing in my room?" Chekov spluttered, a towel wrapped around his waist, his wet hair slick against his forehead.
Looking from Sulu's gaping mouth to the contents on his desk, Chekov's face fell. Scrambling to his desk, Chekov grabbed the PADDs from Sulu's hands.
"This isn't-" He stumbled, holding the PADDs to his body, his cheeks growing pink. "I mean, I was just looking for-" Chekov's eyes darted around the room, as if trying to pull an answer from the air.
Sighing, his shoulders slumped. "I was curious about, well-" Shrugging to indicate the contents of his hands, "I haven't had an opportunity to-" Groaning, Chekov mumbled something in Russian. Sulu didn't need to guess his meaning.
Sulu was silent for a moment, his mind finally settling what his next action would be. "You want to know more about women right?" Sulu said, smiling slightly at Chekov. Chekov shook his head, his eyes glassy.
"Well, Pavel. That is one way to do it." Sulu said, pointing at the contents of his arms. "But I'm sure I can help you find something a little less clinical."
*OK - crack fic is totally crack*