Gimme a pairing

[sharpestscalpel]

and I will write three sentences. Because I need something small I can finish. I CAN FINISH THREE SENTENCES.

<3

And you can leave a word or something if you want. That works too.

And and and, hell, I will try writing pairings I have never written, why not!

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[jactrades]

Kirk/Mirror!McCoy, or, alternatively, Sulu/Anyone.

[sharpestscalpel]

(I hope het is okay with you!)

It's ridiculous, really, how finding a long red hair, curled like a spring, on the shoulder of his uniform shirt can distract Sulu from everything going on in the space of a single breath. Chekov is saying something and Kirk is bantering back and Uhura and Spock are making eyes at each other from across the bridge. Sulu is there, at his station, but his heart is deep in the Enterprise, down in the bowels of the ship where the engines sing all sorts of travel songs - he wouldn't have it any other way.

[jactrades]

Lovely! :D

(Het/slash/femslash, they're all fantastic!)

[sharpestscalpel]

I don't know why but Sulu reads as the straightest straight guy ever to me. He likes strip clubs! And tits! He's not bothered by anyone else's preferences, he remembers to bring toilet paper on camping trips, and he's pretty much awesome.

[professor]

Spock/Uhura, unrestrained

[sharpestscalpel]

I did not forget you! I just got distracted by fairies!

McCoy always looks at them and wonders, how a woman with so much passion as Uhura can love a man who is, in McCoy's view, essentially modeling himself after a computer; he's heard of odd couples but something just doesn't make sense when he thinks of them. One night, though, Uhura comes to him in the med bay, preemptive scowl in place to remind him doctor-patient confidentiality is a serious matter and she will end him if word leaks out and she traces it back to him - he doesn't even laugh when he reassures her, because he does take it more seriously than perhaps she has reason to believe, all things with Jim considered. The bruising, she tells him with a wry smile, is entirely consensual; it's just that Spock feels guilty and it's kind of painful and she'd like to get laid again sooner rather than later because it was entirely phenomenal.

[yeomanrand]

Mycroft/Lestrade, silence

[yeomanrand]

(I am very tired and keep misreading my own prompt as "slide" so if that grabs you more go for it.)

[sharpestscalpel]

Greg scowled, but didn't say anything - despite Mycroft's reservations, Greg was capable of silence when the situation called for it; after all, he bit his tongue every time Sherlock came round., let the infernal man say what he pleased most of the time without retort. This was a different kind of silence, though, and Greg didn't mind admitting it in the privacy of his own head (posh environment, posh suits, posh food on the plate in front of him) because it felt like he was swimming underwater, aware of his own heartbeat and the noise his throat made when he swallowed a sip of (very quite fine) wine. Mycroft lifted the dessert spoon, offered Greg another bite of custard with an arch smile - the damned man was plenty loud in his expressions when you knew what to look for - and an elegant tilt to his fingers; they'd practice, Mycroft had said, they'd practice before he invited Greg to that club of his.

[yeomanrand]

Ooh, yes please and thank you.