Mesuvulava: CH: 7: Breathing Space
MESUVULAVA
Vulcan meaning: transformation: the act or an instance of transforming; a marked change, as in appearance or character, usually for the better
CH 1| Ta’Navi
CH: 2: Hot Chocolate
CH 3| Vulcan Called Spock
CH 4 | In the ears
CH 5 | Eat At Dean’s
CH 6 | Christmas Snow
CH: 7
Breathing Space
BY: Wolfa Moon
SUM: Breathing space: by: x-ray dogs
DIS: Own nothing.
BREATHING SPACE
Vulcan’s don’t have to sleep much. They meditate. McCoy’s meditation is sleep. But tonight it is not working. Kirk and her had been studying all night. And now she sits watching him sleep. She smiles as he twitches at whatever dream girl he is loving. Stroking her hand along his naked arm.
Still deciding to room with each other even through the change. For which McCoy is grateful. But right now not so sure. Turning her hand over she lets her fingertips touch. The touch sends his thoughts to her. Closing her eyes she continues to stroke. Her mind focusing on Jim’s dreams.
It is not a dream but a memory. Jim had taken her out for a furlong. Took Leonard McCoy on a motorcycle. He is dreaming of the ride they took up through the hills. Her arms around his chest. Loving the sensation. Feeling so right. Then sitting overlooking the city. The high breeze blowing through her hair. Then smiling as they eat their meager feast. Feeding him a protein nib. Capturing that moment. McCoy smiled at the love Kirk felt for him. Still confused himself at what to be called. Him or her. He accepts both. Right now he focuses on Jims memory of her. A Vulcan smiling. Feeding him food with bare fingers. Laughing at his jokes and adventures. Sharing himself. Jim Kirk is in love with him/her. Such warmth. Then the memories faded on the breeze.
“Bones?” a sleepy Kirk looks at McCoy. Her hand stopped it’s stroking at his wrist. Jim comes alert quickly. And to this. Looking from her hand to the face. Looking deep into her eyes. “You okay?” Concern. Wondering what had happened while he slept.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” McCoy asks in shock. True McCoy in hetero through and through. Yet over the course of the past several months. Having to rethink her status. True he had experimented with both sides. And now. Now her best friends. A man he could see himself with either way. A man he can dance with. Now a female. No taboo about that now. And the love she felt from Kirk. The longing of it. For so long. Just as long as her. Her not a taboo with a him. Mentally a headache. As a she or he, “why didn’t you tell me you loved me?”
“Um,” Kirk sat up quickly. The sheets moving to pool around his waist. His bare chest exposed to the night lights that shine through the window. “Um, you were a good old southern boy. And this happened. And I didn’t want to scare my friend away.” He sighed. Looking down like a lost puppy. His thoughts jumbling. What could he say to make his friend stay? How could he ask for forgiveness?
“Jim,” McCoy’s emotions filling his name like music. He had courage in fighting for his life and others. But for his heart. He is scared. “Jim.” This time he looks up. McCoy has her hand out. Two fingers extended. Kirk eyes focus on this. Knew what she is offering. For they have learned this in Vulcan studies and in observation of Ambassador Sarek and Lady Amanda. Affection.
Kirk extended his hand out slowly. Positioning his hands like hers he felt the underside then stroked down the back. He has just kissed her. Kissed his best friend. His eyes meeting hers. Kirk moved before he lost the nerve. Pulling her into a human kiss. While maintaining his fingers on hers.
“I love you Bones. Even before this.” Their foreheads meeting together.
“I know. So have I.” Seeing caution in her eyes.
“We’ll take it slow.” McCoy nods. Len needed slow. She needed slow. She needed Jim.
“Can I rest with you?” Jim smiled. McCoy laid down. Both lying to face one another. Kirk taking her hand in his. Bringing to his lips he kissed them.
“Love you Bones.” Words he was so frightened of saying. Spilling easily to his friend. Hopefully to his lover. For he loved Bones.
“Love you too kid.” McCoy closed her eyes. Kirk closed his. Yet their hands remained entangled together.
CH 8 | Happy Birthday Jim
Vulcan meaning: transformation: the act or an instance of transforming; a marked change, as in appearance or character, usually for the better
CH 1| Ta’Navi
CH: 2: Hot Chocolate
CH 3| Vulcan Called Spock
CH 4 | In the ears
CH 5 | Eat At Dean’s
CH 6 | Christmas Snow
CH: 7
Breathing Space
BY: Wolfa Moon
SUM: Breathing space: by: x-ray dogs
DIS: Own nothing.
BREATHING SPACE
Vulcan’s don’t have to sleep much. They meditate. McCoy’s meditation is sleep. But tonight it is not working. Kirk and her had been studying all night. And now she sits watching him sleep. She smiles as he twitches at whatever dream girl he is loving. Stroking her hand along his naked arm.
Still deciding to room with each other even through the change. For which McCoy is grateful. But right now not so sure. Turning her hand over she lets her fingertips touch. The touch sends his thoughts to her. Closing her eyes she continues to stroke. Her mind focusing on Jim’s dreams.
It is not a dream but a memory. Jim had taken her out for a furlong. Took Leonard McCoy on a motorcycle. He is dreaming of the ride they took up through the hills. Her arms around his chest. Loving the sensation. Feeling so right. Then sitting overlooking the city. The high breeze blowing through her hair. Then smiling as they eat their meager feast. Feeding him a protein nib. Capturing that moment. McCoy smiled at the love Kirk felt for him. Still confused himself at what to be called. Him or her. He accepts both. Right now he focuses on Jims memory of her. A Vulcan smiling. Feeding him food with bare fingers. Laughing at his jokes and adventures. Sharing himself. Jim Kirk is in love with him/her. Such warmth. Then the memories faded on the breeze.
“Bones?” a sleepy Kirk looks at McCoy. Her hand stopped it’s stroking at his wrist. Jim comes alert quickly. And to this. Looking from her hand to the face. Looking deep into her eyes. “You okay?” Concern. Wondering what had happened while he slept.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” McCoy asks in shock. True McCoy in hetero through and through. Yet over the course of the past several months. Having to rethink her status. True he had experimented with both sides. And now. Now her best friends. A man he could see himself with either way. A man he can dance with. Now a female. No taboo about that now. And the love she felt from Kirk. The longing of it. For so long. Just as long as her. Her not a taboo with a him. Mentally a headache. As a she or he, “why didn’t you tell me you loved me?”
“Um,” Kirk sat up quickly. The sheets moving to pool around his waist. His bare chest exposed to the night lights that shine through the window. “Um, you were a good old southern boy. And this happened. And I didn’t want to scare my friend away.” He sighed. Looking down like a lost puppy. His thoughts jumbling. What could he say to make his friend stay? How could he ask for forgiveness?
“Jim,” McCoy’s emotions filling his name like music. He had courage in fighting for his life and others. But for his heart. He is scared. “Jim.” This time he looks up. McCoy has her hand out. Two fingers extended. Kirk eyes focus on this. Knew what she is offering. For they have learned this in Vulcan studies and in observation of Ambassador Sarek and Lady Amanda. Affection.
Kirk extended his hand out slowly. Positioning his hands like hers he felt the underside then stroked down the back. He has just kissed her. Kissed his best friend. His eyes meeting hers. Kirk moved before he lost the nerve. Pulling her into a human kiss. While maintaining his fingers on hers.
“I love you Bones. Even before this.” Their foreheads meeting together.
“I know. So have I.” Seeing caution in her eyes.
“We’ll take it slow.” McCoy nods. Len needed slow. She needed slow. She needed Jim.
“Can I rest with you?” Jim smiled. McCoy laid down. Both lying to face one another. Kirk taking her hand in his. Bringing to his lips he kissed them.
“Love you Bones.” Words he was so frightened of saying. Spilling easily to his friend. Hopefully to his lover. For he loved Bones.
“Love you too kid.” McCoy closed her eyes. Kirk closed his. Yet their hands remained entangled together.
CH 8 | Happy Birthday Jim