Fic: I Knead You (A Bakery AU) Interlude (Kirk/McCoy) Rated: PG
Title: I Knead You (A Bakery AU)
Section Title: National Doughnut Day Interlude
Authors: wook77 and elanorofcastile
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Sulu/Chekov
Wordcount: ~500
Rating: PG
Warnings: Present Day AU, possibly out of sequence time-wise, hopefully a correct usage of a Russian swear word (please tell me if it's not D: )
Summary: It was only a matter of time.
A/N: Lightning beta'd by wook77. I wrote this bit a long time ago and am so glad to be able to post it! Today is National Doughnut Day, aka the day Chekov always takes as vacation and hides from the madness in his bed. If there's a store near you offering free doughnuts, avail yourself of their generosity and think of that poor, fictional baker having a fit of pique in AU-San Francisco!
Part 7
The bag sat on the counter, the sides stained with grease and frosting. Chekov was aiming at it with a broom, while Sulu strained to hold him back, Russian invectives flying fast and thick.
Leonard stood at the counter grinning, opening the bag to lovingly pull one glazed doughnut from within. At the sight, Chekov lost some of his fight. His curses took a much more sorrowful tone, ending in a furious Padla! as Leonard took a bite of the offending "pastry." At Leonard's moans of pleasure, Pavel made one last effort to hurl the broom at him, javelin-style, and fainted in Sulu's arms.
"Leonard Horatio McCoy," came the bellow from the back.
Sulu rolled his eyes at the dramatics as Jim burst through the kitchen doors brandishing a spatula. "Are you abusing my staff, again?!"
Leonard licked his fingers suggestively while trying to affect an innocent look. "Now why would I do something like that, James Tibeeeerius Kirk?"
Cocking an eyebrow, Jim advanced towards Leonard, still brandishing the spatula. "You may be nearly a cop, but I can still kick your ass, Doctor McCoy."
Leonard grinned as Jim stood toe to toe with him, spatula now poking him in the chest. He reached into the bag, taking out a second abomination, before bringing it up to take a bite. Lightning fast, Jim's hand came up and he snatched the doughnut to smash it into Leonard's face, covering him in glaze. Leonard's splutters were muffled by Jim shoving the doughnut in his mouth with a big grin. Blowing a raspberry, Jim poked Leonard in the nose with a glaze covered finger, backing quickly out of striking range. Around the mouthful of offending pastry, Leonard tried to curse but Jim just smiled brightly and stepped further back. "Your fault, Lenny! Now, wouldn't you rather go wash your face and have a nice brioche? They're less likely to cause sudden spackling of one's face with mass-produced sugar glaze."
"Youf baftard," Leonard tried to say around a mouthful of doughnut. He stalked off, pushing the kitchen doors open with more force than necessary, headed in the direction of the staff bathroom.
A small voice piped up from behind the counter. "Is it safe? Has the demon left?"
Sulu petted Chekov's hair, mumbling there, there and other reassurances. Jim rolled his eyes and grinned, collecting the bag from the counter and heading back into the kitchen to make sure Leonard wasn't looking for anything sharp. Honestly, he was just checking he was safe, not thinking about how much he'd wanted to lick the glaze from his face, mass-produced or not. And he certainly didn't have plans to help Leonard wash it all off his face.
As always, we'd love to hear what you thought.
Section Title: National Doughnut Day Interlude
Authors: wook77 and elanorofcastile
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Sulu/Chekov
Wordcount: ~500
Rating: PG
Warnings: Present Day AU, possibly out of sequence time-wise, hopefully a correct usage of a Russian swear word (please tell me if it's not D: )
Summary: It was only a matter of time.
A/N: Lightning beta'd by wook77. I wrote this bit a long time ago and am so glad to be able to post it! Today is National Doughnut Day, aka the day Chekov always takes as vacation and hides from the madness in his bed. If there's a store near you offering free doughnuts, avail yourself of their generosity and think of that poor, fictional baker having a fit of pique in AU-San Francisco!
Part 7
The bag sat on the counter, the sides stained with grease and frosting. Chekov was aiming at it with a broom, while Sulu strained to hold him back, Russian invectives flying fast and thick.
Leonard stood at the counter grinning, opening the bag to lovingly pull one glazed doughnut from within. At the sight, Chekov lost some of his fight. His curses took a much more sorrowful tone, ending in a furious Padla! as Leonard took a bite of the offending "pastry." At Leonard's moans of pleasure, Pavel made one last effort to hurl the broom at him, javelin-style, and fainted in Sulu's arms.
"Leonard Horatio McCoy," came the bellow from the back.
Sulu rolled his eyes at the dramatics as Jim burst through the kitchen doors brandishing a spatula. "Are you abusing my staff, again?!"
Leonard licked his fingers suggestively while trying to affect an innocent look. "Now why would I do something like that, James Tibeeeerius Kirk?"
Cocking an eyebrow, Jim advanced towards Leonard, still brandishing the spatula. "You may be nearly a cop, but I can still kick your ass, Doctor McCoy."
Leonard grinned as Jim stood toe to toe with him, spatula now poking him in the chest. He reached into the bag, taking out a second abomination, before bringing it up to take a bite. Lightning fast, Jim's hand came up and he snatched the doughnut to smash it into Leonard's face, covering him in glaze. Leonard's splutters were muffled by Jim shoving the doughnut in his mouth with a big grin. Blowing a raspberry, Jim poked Leonard in the nose with a glaze covered finger, backing quickly out of striking range. Around the mouthful of offending pastry, Leonard tried to curse but Jim just smiled brightly and stepped further back. "Your fault, Lenny! Now, wouldn't you rather go wash your face and have a nice brioche? They're less likely to cause sudden spackling of one's face with mass-produced sugar glaze."
"Youf baftard," Leonard tried to say around a mouthful of doughnut. He stalked off, pushing the kitchen doors open with more force than necessary, headed in the direction of the staff bathroom.
A small voice piped up from behind the counter. "Is it safe? Has the demon left?"
Sulu petted Chekov's hair, mumbling there, there and other reassurances. Jim rolled his eyes and grinned, collecting the bag from the counter and heading back into the kitchen to make sure Leonard wasn't looking for anything sharp. Honestly, he was just checking he was safe, not thinking about how much he'd wanted to lick the glaze from his face, mass-produced or not. And he certainly didn't have plans to help Leonard wash it all off his face.
As always, we'd love to hear what you thought.