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STAR TREK XI KINK MEME
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They don't have sex that night. Or the next day. In fact, it's another two weeks and a lot of internal wavering back and forth before Jim crawls into Bones' bed, hands wandering and eyes pleading, and Bones actually reciprocates, pulling Jim's clothes off with his strong hands and kissing him with his soft mouth, their noses brushing together.
In the morning, it's Saturday, and they have nowhere else to be. Bones lies on his stomach, his customary sleeping position, and Jim curls up on his side with his cheek pillowed between Bones' shoulderblades, discovering something new. Not exactly discovering it for the first time - he's noticed Bones' back before, of course, the clean, muscled expanse of it bisected by the perfect straight line of his spine. But he's never been able to touch before, poke at the smattering of tiny moles, palm the curve of his lower back and then on down to his ass, because it's there and Jim sure as hell isn't going to ignore it just because he's in love with Bones' back.
"You've got a nice back, Bones," Jim says lazily.
Bones snorts. "That's not my back you're squeezing."
"Well, forgive me for sharing my appreciation around." He kisses the back of Bones' neck. That's another good place. His shoulder - equally good. Bones' physique is actually pretty damn decent all around. "You know," Jim says, glad Bones can't see his face for the moment, "I've been ogling you for the last three years."
"I know. I was waitin' to see if you'd ever do anything about it. Made a bet with myself, actually. I bet you would make a move sooner or later."
"Oh, yeah?"
"If I lost, I'd have to say something myself."
"Really," Jim says, pleased. So, kind of win-win. "And if you won? Which you did, by the way?"
"I'd have to do this," Bones says, sitting up and pushing Jim over onto his back. His eyes are gleaming mischievously - in the morning light, they look more green than brown. "Hold on to something."
Jim grins and grabs a hold of the headboard, and holds on tight as Bones settles things up with himself. "Good bet," he gasps, as those lips do their thing. "Best kinda bet. Should bet on things more often."
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Also, love-sick and trying not to show it Kirk may just be one of my favorite Kirks.
Whoohoo! Go McCoy!
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What a fun, yummy fic! I loved it!
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Also, I think that this fic is single-handedly responsible for my preoccupation with Karl Urban's nose.
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In other words, I loved this! &herats;
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