[TWBI] Pointy Eared Bastard
Title: Pointy Eared Bastard
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 984
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: This is not the first illogical action I have ever participated in because of James Tiberius Kirk. I doubt it will be the last. Masterlist
Previous: Sick Spock
"Jesus, Jim. You look like you're about to cry and you're not even the one hurt."
"I know… but," Jim points at Dr. McCoy's hand with a deep frown.
"He isn't dyin'. Half a centimeter and he'd have half his skull gone."
I raise an eyebrow. "I would prefer that you hurry, Doctor. The longer you wait, the higher the probability that a scar will remain," I advise.
McCoy scowls at me. "You think I don't know that?"
Jim looks at him horrified. "Then what the hell are you waiting for?"
He turns his glare to Jim. "For you to get out of my way!"
I believe it was the first time I have even seen Jim back away without a fight.
"Unbelievable," McCoy mutters under his breath as he takes out the dermal regenerator. He leans down and examines the right side of my head for a moment where the top of my ear had been shot off in a laser fight. How Jim had managed to find the top half while we were all ducking from fire is beyond my comprehension. Although I cannot say that I am surprised he did; he has a rather strange fondness for my ears.
I stop myself from wincing as McCoy positions the dismembered helix to begin mending. The dermal regenerator always stings slightly but it is nothing I cannot suppress. It takes only 9.1 minutes for my ear to be completely healed.
"There. You're still a pointy-eared bastard," McCoy says as he puts the regenerator down. He wipes off the dried green blood with sterilization fluid soaked into a cotton ball and examines his work, bending the ear to look at the medial side. "Unless you have another shallow scrape you want me to bandage and kiss better, I have patients with holes in their lungs."
I look at him dryly. He had looked after his other patients before coming to me. Even Jim's imploring did not bring him to me faster. "I am adequate, doctor," I say as I stand. "Although I do not believe a kiss will heal any injury."
He gives me a toothy grin and puts his hand to his chest. "What about a broken heart, huh?"
"I believe surgery would be more effective," I say, pretending to not know what he is talking about.
He rolls his eyes and shoos me with his hand.
"Of course if it was possible," I muse, "I believe I would prefer to receive kisses from someone other than you."
McCoy grimaced. "Go, before I end up giving you more than scratches."
"Threatening a fellow officer, doctor?" I ask, pretending to sound affronted.
"Out," he snaps.
I hide a smirk and walk out of the room.
Jim stands to the side of the sickbay looking anxious, fidgeting slightly. I did not fail to recognize the familiarities to when he is standing outside an operating room.
He visibly brightens when he sees me.
I stand before him.
"All fixed?" he asks.
I nod. "If you wish you may inspect it yourself," I say and continue out of the sickbay, knowing Jim would follow me. "May I ask how exactly you found my ear?" The ambush did not allow for anyone more than three inches off the ground, let alone search for a small object among the dust and debris from the initial blast that collapsed half of the building.
"I saw where it flew off to and it happened to be on top of most of the rubble," Jim explained, which sounded probable. "Or maybe I just have a sixth sense for pointy-ears and psychically found it." Which did not sound probable at all.
Once we return to his room, he herds me onto the couch. I sit and he climbs on top of my lap. He tilts my head. I had been joking about offering to allow him to examine it, but he seems to have taken it to heart.
"If you continue to react in such a way, I may begin to believe you are only with me for my ears," I say, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course I am. I told you that already," Jim says, a grin growing on his face.
"Ah yes," I say with a hint of amusement. "And I believe you surmised I was only with you for your posterior."
Jim chuckles. "My posterior," he mumbles lowly shaking his head. "Yeah, I know I have a great ass. And you have great ears." He rubs a finger along the faint line where the two parts were connected.
"And how are they better than the ears of others?"
"They're pointy," he says with a shrug. "And I guess hearing well can be sexy in a way."
"Pointed ears are normal for Vulcans," I remind him.
"Yeah, but they're the only pointy ears on this ship."
"I see," I say slowly. "What if another Vulcan came aboard?"
"I'd still probably be drawn to your ears over theirs."
"How exactly do you decide on the best ears? You have a preference for ears with the sharpest angle?"
"Naw, it's not the angle or anything. Your ears are just perfect. And then there's all that gray matter in between them that's pretty sexy too."
I feel myself blush at the compliment.
Jim brushes a finger down the shell of my ear and I suppress a shiver. "Glad to see it's still as responsive as before."
"I may aggravate McCoy often, but he is a very competent doctor."
"Do you really want to talk about Bones, right now?" Jim asked, a hot breath causing my grip on his waist to tighten momentarily.
"Perhaps not. You would rather speak about my auditory ski-" I begin but cut off by a sharp intake of breath when I feel the tip of my ear licked.
"Forget the talking. I just want to listen to you moan."
Next: Muddy
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 984
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: This is not the first illogical action I have ever participated in because of James Tiberius Kirk. I doubt it will be the last. Masterlist
Previous: Sick Spock
"Jesus, Jim. You look like you're about to cry and you're not even the one hurt."
"I know… but," Jim points at Dr. McCoy's hand with a deep frown.
"He isn't dyin'. Half a centimeter and he'd have half his skull gone."
I raise an eyebrow. "I would prefer that you hurry, Doctor. The longer you wait, the higher the probability that a scar will remain," I advise.
McCoy scowls at me. "You think I don't know that?"
Jim looks at him horrified. "Then what the hell are you waiting for?"
He turns his glare to Jim. "For you to get out of my way!"
I believe it was the first time I have even seen Jim back away without a fight.
"Unbelievable," McCoy mutters under his breath as he takes out the dermal regenerator. He leans down and examines the right side of my head for a moment where the top of my ear had been shot off in a laser fight. How Jim had managed to find the top half while we were all ducking from fire is beyond my comprehension. Although I cannot say that I am surprised he did; he has a rather strange fondness for my ears.
I stop myself from wincing as McCoy positions the dismembered helix to begin mending. The dermal regenerator always stings slightly but it is nothing I cannot suppress. It takes only 9.1 minutes for my ear to be completely healed.
"There. You're still a pointy-eared bastard," McCoy says as he puts the regenerator down. He wipes off the dried green blood with sterilization fluid soaked into a cotton ball and examines his work, bending the ear to look at the medial side. "Unless you have another shallow scrape you want me to bandage and kiss better, I have patients with holes in their lungs."
I look at him dryly. He had looked after his other patients before coming to me. Even Jim's imploring did not bring him to me faster. "I am adequate, doctor," I say as I stand. "Although I do not believe a kiss will heal any injury."
He gives me a toothy grin and puts his hand to his chest. "What about a broken heart, huh?"
"I believe surgery would be more effective," I say, pretending to not know what he is talking about.
He rolls his eyes and shoos me with his hand.
"Of course if it was possible," I muse, "I believe I would prefer to receive kisses from someone other than you."
McCoy grimaced. "Go, before I end up giving you more than scratches."
"Threatening a fellow officer, doctor?" I ask, pretending to sound affronted.
"Out," he snaps.
I hide a smirk and walk out of the room.
Jim stands to the side of the sickbay looking anxious, fidgeting slightly. I did not fail to recognize the familiarities to when he is standing outside an operating room.
He visibly brightens when he sees me.
I stand before him.
"All fixed?" he asks.
I nod. "If you wish you may inspect it yourself," I say and continue out of the sickbay, knowing Jim would follow me. "May I ask how exactly you found my ear?" The ambush did not allow for anyone more than three inches off the ground, let alone search for a small object among the dust and debris from the initial blast that collapsed half of the building.
"I saw where it flew off to and it happened to be on top of most of the rubble," Jim explained, which sounded probable. "Or maybe I just have a sixth sense for pointy-ears and psychically found it." Which did not sound probable at all.
Once we return to his room, he herds me onto the couch. I sit and he climbs on top of my lap. He tilts my head. I had been joking about offering to allow him to examine it, but he seems to have taken it to heart.
"If you continue to react in such a way, I may begin to believe you are only with me for my ears," I say, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course I am. I told you that already," Jim says, a grin growing on his face.
"Ah yes," I say with a hint of amusement. "And I believe you surmised I was only with you for your posterior."
Jim chuckles. "My posterior," he mumbles lowly shaking his head. "Yeah, I know I have a great ass. And you have great ears." He rubs a finger along the faint line where the two parts were connected.
"And how are they better than the ears of others?"
"They're pointy," he says with a shrug. "And I guess hearing well can be sexy in a way."
"Pointed ears are normal for Vulcans," I remind him.
"Yeah, but they're the only pointy ears on this ship."
"I see," I say slowly. "What if another Vulcan came aboard?"
"I'd still probably be drawn to your ears over theirs."
"How exactly do you decide on the best ears? You have a preference for ears with the sharpest angle?"
"Naw, it's not the angle or anything. Your ears are just perfect. And then there's all that gray matter in between them that's pretty sexy too."
I feel myself blush at the compliment.
Jim brushes a finger down the shell of my ear and I suppress a shiver. "Glad to see it's still as responsive as before."
"I may aggravate McCoy often, but he is a very competent doctor."
"Do you really want to talk about Bones, right now?" Jim asked, a hot breath causing my grip on his waist to tighten momentarily.
"Perhaps not. You would rather speak about my auditory ski-" I begin but cut off by a sharp intake of breath when I feel the tip of my ear licked.
"Forget the talking. I just want to listen to you moan."
Next: Muddy