FIC: It's Not A Date, Yet: PG13
Title: It’s Not A Date, Yet.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: McCoy/Chapel
Rating: PG13 (for innuendo)
Word Count: 689
Disclaimer: Gene Roddenberry, Paramount Pictures, JJ Abrams. They own all. I'm just playing. No money, no malice.
Notes: This is my first McChapel piece. For prompt #1 over @ st_respect: 'First Date'
It wasn’t a date. Not really. At least that’s what Leonard was trying to convince himself of as he sat at the bar, mumbling quietly to himself, his head whipping up so suddenly whenever the door opened, on the off chance that Christine would show up.
It wasn’t like he’d specifically invited her, after all. He’d just mentioned that he and Jim would be going out, what time and where, that Janice might be coming and if she wanted to come along, that would be, well, quite nice.
He sighed as he recalled the delicious shade of pink flush across her face, before she’d shrugged her shoulders, ruffled her hair and said she might just do that.
“Get a grip, old man. She’ll be here. She’d be nuts to not show, fine specimen that you are! Hell, she’d be plain stupid if she stood you up on your first date.”
Leonard turned to Jim in exasperation.
“Dammit Jim, I’m a doctor not a teenager! It’s not a date, I just happened to mention that if she’d like to join us for drinks then she’d be welcome. Hell, I haven’t had a date in years, and I’m not about to start now! Especially not with a woman like Christine Chapel!”
He was so lost in his rant, he didn’t notice the glazed expression of worry on Jim’s face.
“Well, why not? I mean, she’s hot, so why wouldn’t you want to? Find it unprofessional? Are you really that wound up that you’d pass up the chance of a date with Christine because of rank?”
Leonard sighed into his drink.
“It’s got nothing to do with that Jim, and you know it. Hell, you’ve seen her. She could have any man on that darned ship of yours with a snap of her fingers; she’s strong, intelligent, a wonderful nurse, and a darn fine looking woman to boot. Why in the name of all that is holy would she want me, when she can have someone her own age?”
At that, Jim smirked and waggled his finger just over Leonard’s left shoulder.
“I dunno, Bones, why don’t you ask her?”
With that, he winked and turned away.
For all his general gruffness, Leonard McCoy was really a soft touch when it came to women: especially women like Christine Chapel. The knowledge that she’d been standing right behind him through his conversation with Jim had him as close to embarrassed as he’d ever been. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but before he could compose himself enough to turn and face the object of his desire, he felt a hot breath on his cheek.
“Not a date, Doctor McCoy?”
His eyes closed and his head shook automatically. He breathed in her scent as she moved around his side, to lean against the bar in front of him.
“Then why, to quote someone I heard recently, 'in the name of all that is holy’ did I bother to dress to impress?”
Her slight chuckle as she repeated his earlier expression, complete with mock accent startled him enough to open his eyes, and he let out an involuntary growl as he let them dance over her. She was wearing a deep green silken dress, which was just taut enough to define the swell of her breasts and the line of her waist. It fit snugly against her hips and accentuated the curves of her thighs. Her hair was pulled into a clasp, but some of her blonde strands had fallen free and framed her face. He raised his eyes to meet hers and almost growled again when he saw the desire there.
“You look amazing, Christine.”
“And you, Leonard,” she said, emphasising the use of his given name, “need to buy me a drink.”
He nodded in compliance, stood, and held his arm up to call the bartender over, unable to stop the shiver of want that coiled in the pit of his stomach as he felt her hand on his skin, and she leaned up to whisper in his ear.
“After that, we can discuss you taking me on a date.”
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: McCoy/Chapel
Rating: PG13 (for innuendo)
Word Count: 689
Disclaimer: Gene Roddenberry, Paramount Pictures, JJ Abrams. They own all. I'm just playing. No money, no malice.
Notes: This is my first McChapel piece. For prompt #1 over @ st_respect: 'First Date'
It wasn’t a date. Not really. At least that’s what Leonard was trying to convince himself of as he sat at the bar, mumbling quietly to himself, his head whipping up so suddenly whenever the door opened, on the off chance that Christine would show up.
It wasn’t like he’d specifically invited her, after all. He’d just mentioned that he and Jim would be going out, what time and where, that Janice might be coming and if she wanted to come along, that would be, well, quite nice.
He sighed as he recalled the delicious shade of pink flush across her face, before she’d shrugged her shoulders, ruffled her hair and said she might just do that.
“Get a grip, old man. She’ll be here. She’d be nuts to not show, fine specimen that you are! Hell, she’d be plain stupid if she stood you up on your first date.”
Leonard turned to Jim in exasperation.
“Dammit Jim, I’m a doctor not a teenager! It’s not a date, I just happened to mention that if she’d like to join us for drinks then she’d be welcome. Hell, I haven’t had a date in years, and I’m not about to start now! Especially not with a woman like Christine Chapel!”
He was so lost in his rant, he didn’t notice the glazed expression of worry on Jim’s face.
“Well, why not? I mean, she’s hot, so why wouldn’t you want to? Find it unprofessional? Are you really that wound up that you’d pass up the chance of a date with Christine because of rank?”
Leonard sighed into his drink.
“It’s got nothing to do with that Jim, and you know it. Hell, you’ve seen her. She could have any man on that darned ship of yours with a snap of her fingers; she’s strong, intelligent, a wonderful nurse, and a darn fine looking woman to boot. Why in the name of all that is holy would she want me, when she can have someone her own age?”
At that, Jim smirked and waggled his finger just over Leonard’s left shoulder.
“I dunno, Bones, why don’t you ask her?”
With that, he winked and turned away.
For all his general gruffness, Leonard McCoy was really a soft touch when it came to women: especially women like Christine Chapel. The knowledge that she’d been standing right behind him through his conversation with Jim had him as close to embarrassed as he’d ever been. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but before he could compose himself enough to turn and face the object of his desire, he felt a hot breath on his cheek.
“Not a date, Doctor McCoy?”
His eyes closed and his head shook automatically. He breathed in her scent as she moved around his side, to lean against the bar in front of him.
“Then why, to quote someone I heard recently, 'in the name of all that is holy’ did I bother to dress to impress?”
Her slight chuckle as she repeated his earlier expression, complete with mock accent startled him enough to open his eyes, and he let out an involuntary growl as he let them dance over her. She was wearing a deep green silken dress, which was just taut enough to define the swell of her breasts and the line of her waist. It fit snugly against her hips and accentuated the curves of her thighs. Her hair was pulled into a clasp, but some of her blonde strands had fallen free and framed her face. He raised his eyes to meet hers and almost growled again when he saw the desire there.
“You look amazing, Christine.”
“And you, Leonard,” she said, emphasising the use of his given name, “need to buy me a drink.”
He nodded in compliance, stood, and held his arm up to call the bartender over, unable to stop the shiver of want that coiled in the pit of his stomach as he felt her hand on his skin, and she leaned up to whisper in his ear.
“After that, we can discuss you taking me on a date.”