Another comment-fic round-up!
Despite my homework, I've been relatively prolific over the past few days. Lookit!
Title: The Effect on His Panties
Written for: jim_and_bones flash fic challenge, prompt: "first serenade"
Title kinda comes from a quote from 10 Things I Hate About You. ["P: Someone still has her panties in a twist. K: Don't, for one minute, think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties. P: Then what did I have an effect on?"]
“I love you, baby. And if it's quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night. I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say: Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray. Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay and let me love you, baby. Let me love you.”
Leonard glances up from his PADD and stares blankly at the door to the bathroom, eyebrows quirked and mouth slack in surprise. He knew Jim had some strange habits, one being his obsessive need to shower after classes let out for the day, but he’d never come across this particular one. More than a little amused, he drops his PADD on the couch and walks over to the bathroom door, leaning against it with a smile to listen to Jim belting out the classic song over the sound of the water.
“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you. You'd be like Heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At long last love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off you.”
A smile huge across his face, Leonard throws the door open, holding onto the knob and the doorframe so as to swing into the bathroom with its momentum. Jim’s facing the into the bathroom, blue eyes bright above warm rosy cheeks, his grin a match of Leonard’s as Leonard takes up the lyrics while stripping out of his own clothes.
“I love you, baby. And if it's quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night. I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say: Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray. Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.”
The last note rings off of the shower tiles as Leonard steps under the warm water and pulls Jim into his arms, feeling hot, slick skin press firm against his own as he leans in to taste Jim’s smile. The white tile is cold under his hands, the water hot down his back, and the wet friction sinful as he cages Jim against the wall and plunders his mouth. Gradually, as they wind down to teasing brushes of skin and playful, nipping kiss, Leonard pulls back to fix Jim with a skeptical look.
“You don’t really sing in the shower, do you?”
Jim leans up to bite a kiss to Leonard’s mouth, lips curved in a smirk as he noses mischievously along a cheekbone. “If this is the reaction I get, I’m sure as hell gonna start.”
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Title: Maybe I'm Wrong, I'm Feeling Right
Written for: jim_and_bones flash fic challenge, prompt: "first time sleeping in the same bed afterward"
This should be awkward, Leonard thinks blearily, hand clenching reflexively on Jim’s bicep. Even after all the months they’ve been sleeping together, they haven’t slept together and there should be something uncomfortable about the lazy tangle of their legs under the bedsheets, something embarrassing about the way their skin is starting to stick together with sweat and other things, something unpleasant about the feel of Jim’s body -- all of Jim’s body -- laying limp and completely relaxed against Leonard. Something annoying about the gentle snufflesnore Jim inhales occasionally, about the unconscious twitch of Jim’s lax hand over Leonard’s nipple, about the way Jim breathes open-mouthed and damp across Leonard’s collarbone. Shouldn’t there?
And maybe it’s ‘cause he’s tired, but there isn’t anything awkward about this. Instead, with Jim’s weight pinning him to the mattress, their bodies innocently intertwined and deliciously sticky, he’s never felt more comfortable. He can feel Jim’s heartbeat alongside his own, reassuringly steady after all the close calls recently, and that regular rhythm somehow silences all of his worries about reputation and respect. It quiets all of the excuses he normally makes, to himself and to Jim. It soothes the remaining tension out of his muscles, a small, content smile curling the edges of his mouth as his eyes drift shut.
Jim snuffles once more, nuzzling his face deeper into Leonard’s neck, and Leonard tightens his arm around Jim’s body, holding him close as he drifts off to sleep.
--
Title: It's Fluffy and Huggable and I Promise It Won't Eat Your Hand
Written for: buckleup_meme , prompt: "Jim and Bones are living in the same quarters. Jim gets a pet that he just loves the idea of taking care of with Bones because its almost like having a kid together, and Bones goes along with it. The catch is that the pet has to be weird (nothing cute either, so no cats, dogs, tribbles, bunnies, sahlats, etc...but more like a spider, a turtle, a snail, a scorpion, etc...) Bonus if it's big (CAMEL spider instead of a house spider, for example) Another bonus if the conflict of the story is that it escapes and Jim freaks out, and Bones finds himself freaking out a bit too b/c it means so much to Jim."
Ended up mildly cracky - it was the only way I could set aside my extreme arachnophobia and write about someone willingly owning a big-ass spider. XD
“Jim, what’re you doing?” you ask, something in your gut telling you you probably don’t want the answer.
“I can’t find ‘im, Bones,” Jim practically wails, butt in the air as he rummages around under the bed. “I came in after Advanced Warp Theory to change clothes and makes sure he was fed before we left and his cage was empty!” Jim’s eyes are unusually large and alarmingly blue as he pulls up to stare desperately at you, like you have the solution hidden behind your back.
Wait...
“You mean ... Jones’ cage?” Please let you be wrong, please let you be wrong... God, the thought of Jones being loose sends a shudder down your spine.
“Yes, Jones! Who else?!”
“Dammit, Jim, I told you this would happen! Didn’t I tell you, that day in the pet store? I wanted a gerbil or a goldfish, something suitable for a dorm room, but no...! You had to have the damn CAMEL SPIDER! ‘But, Bones, look how fluffy he is!’” It’s been a while since your last good rant -- you're starting to enjoy this. “And now he’s loose and God-knows-where and--”
The shimmery quality of Jim’s eyes catches you off-guard and your diatribe abruptly trails off.
“He’s just a baby, Bones. All alone and lost, with no one to feed him or keep him safe. He’s our baby, Bones. I just played with him before class this morning and the cage must’ve not been completely closed -- Oh, God! I lost our baby!”
You’re a little thunderstruck by how hard Jim’s taking this, an odd panicky-sort of feeling curling up through your ribcage, but old instincts -- parental, spousal, whatever, they’re there -- kick in and you immediately launch into problem solver-mode, trying to forestall the major breakdown looming on the horizon. Jim loves that damn spider, Lord knows why, so the only avenue open to you is finding the damn thing.
“Dammit, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a bug catcher,” you grumble as you drop to hands and knees to help him search.
You don’t find Jones that night and it takes two hours of promises and every sneaky trick in your repertoire to make Jim settle down and sleep instead of continuing to search. It’s a band-aid of a solution but, with the promise you’ll look before your clinic shift, it’s enough to convince the kid to sleep.
You scream like a little girl the next morning when you open your eyes to see Jones sitting not three inches from your nose -- you aren’t afraid to admit it. Jim’s smile, though, is as bright as the sun outside and you actually find yourself relieved that the thing’s not hurt.
That is, until Jim tries to make it walk across your bare chest. Then it gets shut back in the damn cage and you glare at Jim until he leaves for class.
Title: The Effect on His Panties
Written for: jim_and_bones flash fic challenge, prompt: "first serenade"
Title kinda comes from a quote from 10 Things I Hate About You. ["P: Someone still has her panties in a twist. K: Don't, for one minute, think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties. P: Then what did I have an effect on?"]
“I love you, baby. And if it's quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night. I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say: Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray. Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay and let me love you, baby. Let me love you.”
Leonard glances up from his PADD and stares blankly at the door to the bathroom, eyebrows quirked and mouth slack in surprise. He knew Jim had some strange habits, one being his obsessive need to shower after classes let out for the day, but he’d never come across this particular one. More than a little amused, he drops his PADD on the couch and walks over to the bathroom door, leaning against it with a smile to listen to Jim belting out the classic song over the sound of the water.
“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you. You'd be like Heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At long last love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true. Can't take my eyes off you.”
A smile huge across his face, Leonard throws the door open, holding onto the knob and the doorframe so as to swing into the bathroom with its momentum. Jim’s facing the into the bathroom, blue eyes bright above warm rosy cheeks, his grin a match of Leonard’s as Leonard takes up the lyrics while stripping out of his own clothes.
“I love you, baby. And if it's quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night. I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say: Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray. Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.”
The last note rings off of the shower tiles as Leonard steps under the warm water and pulls Jim into his arms, feeling hot, slick skin press firm against his own as he leans in to taste Jim’s smile. The white tile is cold under his hands, the water hot down his back, and the wet friction sinful as he cages Jim against the wall and plunders his mouth. Gradually, as they wind down to teasing brushes of skin and playful, nipping kiss, Leonard pulls back to fix Jim with a skeptical look.
“You don’t really sing in the shower, do you?”
Jim leans up to bite a kiss to Leonard’s mouth, lips curved in a smirk as he noses mischievously along a cheekbone. “If this is the reaction I get, I’m sure as hell gonna start.”
--
Title: Maybe I'm Wrong, I'm Feeling Right
Written for: jim_and_bones flash fic challenge, prompt: "first time sleeping in the same bed afterward"
This should be awkward, Leonard thinks blearily, hand clenching reflexively on Jim’s bicep. Even after all the months they’ve been sleeping together, they haven’t slept together and there should be something uncomfortable about the lazy tangle of their legs under the bedsheets, something embarrassing about the way their skin is starting to stick together with sweat and other things, something unpleasant about the feel of Jim’s body -- all of Jim’s body -- laying limp and completely relaxed against Leonard. Something annoying about the gentle snufflesnore Jim inhales occasionally, about the unconscious twitch of Jim’s lax hand over Leonard’s nipple, about the way Jim breathes open-mouthed and damp across Leonard’s collarbone. Shouldn’t there?
And maybe it’s ‘cause he’s tired, but there isn’t anything awkward about this. Instead, with Jim’s weight pinning him to the mattress, their bodies innocently intertwined and deliciously sticky, he’s never felt more comfortable. He can feel Jim’s heartbeat alongside his own, reassuringly steady after all the close calls recently, and that regular rhythm somehow silences all of his worries about reputation and respect. It quiets all of the excuses he normally makes, to himself and to Jim. It soothes the remaining tension out of his muscles, a small, content smile curling the edges of his mouth as his eyes drift shut.
Jim snuffles once more, nuzzling his face deeper into Leonard’s neck, and Leonard tightens his arm around Jim’s body, holding him close as he drifts off to sleep.
--
Title: It's Fluffy and Huggable and I Promise It Won't Eat Your Hand
Written for: buckleup_meme , prompt: "Jim and Bones are living in the same quarters. Jim gets a pet that he just loves the idea of taking care of with Bones because its almost like having a kid together, and Bones goes along with it. The catch is that the pet has to be weird (nothing cute either, so no cats, dogs, tribbles, bunnies, sahlats, etc...but more like a spider, a turtle, a snail, a scorpion, etc...) Bonus if it's big (CAMEL spider instead of a house spider, for example) Another bonus if the conflict of the story is that it escapes and Jim freaks out, and Bones finds himself freaking out a bit too b/c it means so much to Jim."
Ended up mildly cracky - it was the only way I could set aside my extreme arachnophobia and write about someone willingly owning a big-ass spider. XD
“Jim, what’re you doing?” you ask, something in your gut telling you you probably don’t want the answer.
“I can’t find ‘im, Bones,” Jim practically wails, butt in the air as he rummages around under the bed. “I came in after Advanced Warp Theory to change clothes and makes sure he was fed before we left and his cage was empty!” Jim’s eyes are unusually large and alarmingly blue as he pulls up to stare desperately at you, like you have the solution hidden behind your back.
Wait...
“You mean ... Jones’ cage?” Please let you be wrong, please let you be wrong... God, the thought of Jones being loose sends a shudder down your spine.
“Yes, Jones! Who else?!”
“Dammit, Jim, I told you this would happen! Didn’t I tell you, that day in the pet store? I wanted a gerbil or a goldfish, something suitable for a dorm room, but no...! You had to have the damn CAMEL SPIDER! ‘But, Bones, look how fluffy he is!’” It’s been a while since your last good rant -- you're starting to enjoy this. “And now he’s loose and God-knows-where and--”
The shimmery quality of Jim’s eyes catches you off-guard and your diatribe abruptly trails off.
“He’s just a baby, Bones. All alone and lost, with no one to feed him or keep him safe. He’s our baby, Bones. I just played with him before class this morning and the cage must’ve not been completely closed -- Oh, God! I lost our baby!”
You’re a little thunderstruck by how hard Jim’s taking this, an odd panicky-sort of feeling curling up through your ribcage, but old instincts -- parental, spousal, whatever, they’re there -- kick in and you immediately launch into problem solver-mode, trying to forestall the major breakdown looming on the horizon. Jim loves that damn spider, Lord knows why, so the only avenue open to you is finding the damn thing.
“Dammit, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a bug catcher,” you grumble as you drop to hands and knees to help him search.
You don’t find Jones that night and it takes two hours of promises and every sneaky trick in your repertoire to make Jim settle down and sleep instead of continuing to search. It’s a band-aid of a solution but, with the promise you’ll look before your clinic shift, it’s enough to convince the kid to sleep.
You scream like a little girl the next morning when you open your eyes to see Jones sitting not three inches from your nose -- you aren’t afraid to admit it. Jim’s smile, though, is as bright as the sun outside and you actually find yourself relieved that the thing’s not hurt.
That is, until Jim tries to make it walk across your bare chest. Then it gets shut back in the damn cage and you glare at Jim until he leaves for class.