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A slightly wicked chuckle, and a responding gasp.
"This is payback. For last week, when you programmed the synthesizer to put gelatin eyeballs in my pasta."
"Uuhnn...B-but, I'm trying to record the captains' log!"
The sound of a zipper opening. A soft moan, and another chuckle, this time even more wicked.
"Seems to me like you're more interested in something else right now."
"Oh. Well. Y-GOD! ...yes. But. Uhn. Bonessss-"
A harsh gasp. The sound of fabric shifting, a sucking, wet noise, and then a long, loud moan.
"This is-uhn...payback? Remind me to piss you off a whole lot more."
A mumbled, indecipherable reply.
"Wait, what?"
Muffled chuckling, still evil.
"Bones? You're not gonna--OH GOD. STOP IT NOW, fingers don't go there, and--aAAh."
the sound of fabric shifting again, and a thump of hands and feet; the noise of someone dropping out of a chair onto the floor.
"How do you-ah-know how to do this?"
An appreciative moan.
"Damnit, Jim, I'm a Doctor, not a virgin."
"Ouch! Okay, OKAY! I won't do any more eyeballs!" A grunting noise and a hiss of discomfort.
"Stop whining, imbecile. This won't hurt that bad."
"That's what doctors always say."
The sound of a smack. Another soft moan.
"Doctor's are also always right."
"Yes, but I'm the captain, and I'm right more than you."
"Don't even think about pulling rank, you immature idiot. I'm far older and wiser."
"Doesn't that make...uuuh...you a pedophile?"
"Doesn't that make you a pervert? I'm a doctor, not a pedophile."
"Well, I'm the captain, not a blow up doll, so take your damn fingers--BONES!"
A loud moan.
"Not complaining now, are you?"
"G-god...aah...W-wait..."
"What? Don't whine or I'll give you a hypo for every STD I can think of."
"N-no, it's just that..uh...the green light's still on, and..."
"Hold on. You said you were recording..."
"...the captains' log, yeah..."
Tense silence.
"FUCK. Bones, take out your damn fingers, I've gotta turn this off--"
"GOD.DAMMIT, Jim, you didn't realize--?"
"Shut up, you're kind distracting."
"Well, I am a doctor, not a psychology textboo-"
The static noise of a recording ended abruptly without the necessary computer warning.
Spock stared incredulously at his console, his face flushed a bright green, his fingers shaking ever so slightly.
Glancing quickly around (it was not surreptitiously. Vulcans did not glance surreptitiously.) Spock let his fingers fly over the keys and buttons, simultaneously erasing the recording from the ships general archives, and sending himself a private copy. For more thorough inspection. Yes, this rather illogical excerpt would have to be studied further. Spock, in a mad moment of honesty, had to admist to himself that it was, as in the nature of most illogical things the Vulcan had encountered, fascinating as well.
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It's not exactly your prompt. :\ sorry.
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Glancing quickly around (it was not surreptitiously. Vulcans did not glance surreptitiously.)
Hehehe, funny.
And hot. Delicious combo. Bravo.
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Yay! I'm so happy one of my propmts was filled, and SO FUNNY TOO! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!
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Welcome! I'm sorry it's not quite the prompt...and I think the actual prompt would be so damn hilarious (Just people saying disgusting/dirty things in the background....I cracked up just reading the prompt)
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XD glad to hear that I....broke the skin and sent you to the ER? (lol)
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And Spock saving it for research, extra-lol!
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