Fingerprints (K/S/Mc, 4/4 aka the shippy bit)iriscloudMay 8 2013, 08:52:39 UTC
He stands, pulls his shirt back on, and walks unsteadily to the washroom, cleaning himself off and trying not to make too much noise as he washes his now-sensitive hands. It's a full two minutes before he realizes that he can see light from Kirk's cabin coming from the edge of his door frame. A thrill of worry curls in the back of his mind, for surely there can be no good reason for the Captain to be awake at this hour. He knocks softly at the door, genuinely surprised to hear his Captain's voice.
"Come!"
And then another voice he almost recognizes, hushed and muttering. He opens the door to find, much to his shock, Jim and Doctor McCoy, with an open bottle of brandy on the table between them.
"Captain," it takes every ounce of control he has not to let his confusion show. "Doctor. What are the two of you doing at this hour?"
"Oh, we're just enjoying a nice glass of Saurian brandy between friends." Jim stands and walks over to him, once again placing a hand on Spock's shoulder. However, the collar of his nightclothes is approximately three inches wider than that of his uniform, and so the very tip of Jim's thumb touches his collarbone. It's enough to tell him what Jim is thinking (far too passionate to put into words), and from the gleam in his eyes, Doctor McCoy is thinking much the same thing as he pours a third glass of brandy.
"Good brandy should be shared, you know," he leans back in his seat and slides the glass across the table like an invitation. "Care to join us?"
For the shortest moment, fear threatens to wind its way up the base of Spock's spine, and then he looks at Jim again and sees a sincerity he cannot be imagining, feels a wave of naked affection wash over him. McCoy has a smile that is much less sardonic than he would likely admit. The fear dissipates like so much space debris. He finds himself smiling.
"Thank you, Doctor. I believe I will have a brandy."
I bet they totally heard Spock jerking off from the other room, lol. Those two teases knew exactly what they were doing and I have a feeling everyone involved is going to get what they want by the end of the night. Awesome job! :)
Thoroughly enjoyed - thank you! I particularly liked Jim's meaningful eye-contact with Spock on the bridge, and the finger-sucking moment was searing-hot :-)
"Come!"
And then another voice he almost recognizes, hushed and muttering. He opens the door to find, much to his shock, Jim and Doctor McCoy, with an open bottle of brandy on the table between them.
"Captain," it takes every ounce of control he has not to let his confusion show. "Doctor. What are the two of you doing at this hour?"
"Oh, we're just enjoying a nice glass of Saurian brandy between friends." Jim stands and walks over to him, once again placing a hand on Spock's shoulder. However, the collar of his nightclothes is approximately three inches wider than that of his uniform, and so the very tip of Jim's thumb touches his collarbone. It's enough to tell him what Jim is thinking (far too passionate to put into words), and from the gleam in his eyes, Doctor McCoy is thinking much the same thing as he pours a third glass of brandy.
"Good brandy should be shared, you know," he leans back in his seat and slides the glass across the table like an invitation. "Care to join us?"
For the shortest moment, fear threatens to wind its way up the base of Spock's spine, and then he looks at Jim again and sees a sincerity he cannot be imagining, feels a wave of naked affection wash over him. McCoy has a smile that is much less sardonic than he would likely admit. The fear dissipates like so much space debris. He finds himself smiling.
"Thank you, Doctor. I believe I will have a brandy."
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