nice day for a white wedding. star trek xi, pg, 1064 words. There’s one room for Christine and McCoy to share. Of course there’s only one. Written for prompt “pretending to be married” at cliche_bingo.
Someone is jabbing her insistently in the ribs. She flaps one hand in that general direction. "Go 'way," she says, and connects with solid and very warm flesh--
She opens one eye warily. McCoy is leaning over her, his mussed hair falling in his eyes.
"You are sleeping," he says very patiently, "on my arm," and she realises that her legs are tangled with his, her knee hooked around his calf, and she strangles a gasp and rolls over, horrified, onto her stomach
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Loved this, poor Christine. I can't quite work out whether I should feel sorry for her or not. I certainly wouldn't be wishing for the Enterprise to hurry up.
Oooh! I just saw the morning after ficlet. I was hoping for that :D
I'm going to friend you because you write beautiful things about McCoy and Chapel and because your name is a reference to Emily's Quest (I'd been wondering).
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"Christine."
Someone is jabbing her insistently in the ribs. She flaps one hand in that general direction. "Go 'way," she says, and connects with solid and very warm flesh--
She opens one eye warily. McCoy is leaning over her, his mussed hair falling in his eyes.
"You are sleeping," he says very patiently, "on my arm," and she realises that her legs are tangled with his, her knee hooked around his calf, and she strangles a gasp and rolls over, horrified, onto her stomach ( ... )
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That's perfect. God, they're cute.
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I'm going to friend you because you write beautiful things about McCoy and Chapel and because your name is a reference to Emily's Quest (I'd been wondering).
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Thanks for the goodness!
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