bridge2sickbay drabbles of 2010-03-08 :)
I was busy&offline for two weekends and that might happen on the next one too, but yesterday I managed to participate in bridge2sickbay. Enjoy!
Winona/McCoy - Comparing Notes
Really, no sane person in the world would go from having a nice chat over dinner downright to falling into bed with the mother of his lover.
Which only proved something McCoy had long suspected about himself. Something was seriously wrong with his brain, probably since the day he offered a certain Jim Kirk a drink from his bottle.
Actually, he'd been dead set to hate Winona Kirk, because really, he had a long list of issues with how she treated her kids, which included being off-planet much too often, marrying an abusive asshole and stopping talking to Jim after he joined Starfleet. Took Jim only saving a planet before they found a kind of common ground again.
Once he met her in person though, just her and him because Jim didn't make it in time but didn't want to cancel the super-rare appointment either, he just couldn't hold on the grudge he'd been harboring. She was welcoming towards him as Jim's partner, disarmingly open about her failures and regrets, and terribly charming when she started to tell him old Jim stories that had him howling in laughter very soon.
And damn, she half-drank him under the table much like Jim did when he was set out to win, and so it was kind of logical that she dragged him home. Okay, it was her home and her bed and he should've said NO at that point, but she was a Kirk for a reason and he'd never been a match for their determination. Her kisses and hands were bringing him down in the blink of an eye, leaving only a mess behind, both figuratively and for real.
The morning after was possibly the worst one in his life, and he said as much to Jim when he was on his knees and crying (fucking hangover adding to the fear of losing the man).
Jim took it almost in a stride. "Should've known she'd try something like that," he muttered, patting Bones' head. "So now that you did it, you could answer me a question."
"Yes?"
"Was she as good as I am?" Jim asked.
Really, no sane person would ever be with any Kirk, fuck hell.
***
Pike/Chekov - With your cherry lips and golden curls. You could make grown men gasp
Chris Pike had long prided himself to be immune to the charm of cadets. He'd seen so many come and go, and quite a few of them had tested his patience with obvious offers - not the least Jim Kirk - but Pike had withstood them all.
Until this angelic jailbait walked through the door of his office first, and through his bedroom door not much later.
It was the stupidest thing a man in Pike's position could do, become vulnerable and open to blackmail. The only thing that rescued him was that not only the face was angelic below golden curls, but the inside was too. Brilliant and trusting and reliable.
They covered their tracks damn well; the boy was so good that nobody ever wondered why he ended with a posting on the Enterprise. And funny how nobody called Pike on his overly plain ignorance of Chekov's family name when the captain had a reputation for knowing his chosen personnel down to their shoe sizes and childhood hobbies.
Losing the angel was one of the saddest aspects of Pike's sudden banishment to Earth, but he'd always assumed he'd lose him soon anyway.
It made the reunion three years later all the sweeter, when a grown man returned and showed him that angels may outgrow their virginity but never their beautiful heart.
***
Kirk/McCoy - Soap is NOT a lube
"I can't believe you did that," Jim says from his seat on the toilet, legs spread and elbows on his knees, his laughter a little painful. "Aren't you the guy with the safer sex lesson? I'm sure I remember the line -"
"Goddamn, Jim," McCoy says, face flushed red.
"- SOAP - in very big letters, you said - SOAP is not a lube."
McCoy groans. "Yeah, I know what I said."
"So why do I sit here and shit my heart out?"
"Because I used shower gel and yes, I'm terribly sorry. Who could've known you'd react so badly to the ingredients."
Jim shakes his head incredulously.
"It's been an emergency," McCoy flusters.
Jim barks a laugh. "You mean, you had to fuck me or die?"
"Well - yeah. Something like that."
"That's a really good story." Jim shakes his head.
McCoy angles for the comm. "Guess we should get you beamed up, it's already going on for half an hour. Eh, Jim - maybe you could keep quiet about the exact reason for your problem."
Jim stares up at him, torn between amusement and indignation. "I'm not going to tell them I put it into my ass myself, and there won't be any stories of me accidentally slipping on the wet bathroom floor and landing on a bottle of shower gel either."
"Jim…" McCoy looks pleadingly.
"Alright, maybe we could just say that the description on the bottle was misleading," Jim relents, then coils forward with a heartfelt groan, followed by some unambiguous sounds. "Hell, you owe me one for that, Bones."
"I know, Jim. I know."
***
Pike/McCoy - French Food
"You gotta be kidding," McCoy snorts as the food arrives. "Didn't you say something about French food?!"
"Well, there are French fries, and Sauce Bernaise with the steak -"
"If that's your idea of French food, we could just as well go to McBurger next time, my ass -" McCoy would keep complaining if not for Pike's hands-on intervention in form of a long, deep kiss with lots of tongue.
"What was that?" McCoy mutters when he can breathe again.
"Since you don't like the food, I thought we'd move right on to French kisses. But of course, we could just skip that too and move on to dessert, soixante-neuf," Pike says amused.
"Uh, what?"
"Let me show you." Without warning, Pike pushes McCoy flat down on the couch.
"Damnit, man, we're in a restaurant!"
"And I made sure we've got a room all for ourselves," Pike says, starting to open McCoy's fly. "Wouldn't want to make anyone think they're getting a show like in the Moulin Rouge…"
Winona/McCoy - Comparing Notes
Really, no sane person in the world would go from having a nice chat over dinner downright to falling into bed with the mother of his lover.
Which only proved something McCoy had long suspected about himself. Something was seriously wrong with his brain, probably since the day he offered a certain Jim Kirk a drink from his bottle.
Actually, he'd been dead set to hate Winona Kirk, because really, he had a long list of issues with how she treated her kids, which included being off-planet much too often, marrying an abusive asshole and stopping talking to Jim after he joined Starfleet. Took Jim only saving a planet before they found a kind of common ground again.
Once he met her in person though, just her and him because Jim didn't make it in time but didn't want to cancel the super-rare appointment either, he just couldn't hold on the grudge he'd been harboring. She was welcoming towards him as Jim's partner, disarmingly open about her failures and regrets, and terribly charming when she started to tell him old Jim stories that had him howling in laughter very soon.
And damn, she half-drank him under the table much like Jim did when he was set out to win, and so it was kind of logical that she dragged him home. Okay, it was her home and her bed and he should've said NO at that point, but she was a Kirk for a reason and he'd never been a match for their determination. Her kisses and hands were bringing him down in the blink of an eye, leaving only a mess behind, both figuratively and for real.
The morning after was possibly the worst one in his life, and he said as much to Jim when he was on his knees and crying (fucking hangover adding to the fear of losing the man).
Jim took it almost in a stride. "Should've known she'd try something like that," he muttered, patting Bones' head. "So now that you did it, you could answer me a question."
"Yes?"
"Was she as good as I am?" Jim asked.
Really, no sane person would ever be with any Kirk, fuck hell.
***
Pike/Chekov - With your cherry lips and golden curls. You could make grown men gasp
Chris Pike had long prided himself to be immune to the charm of cadets. He'd seen so many come and go, and quite a few of them had tested his patience with obvious offers - not the least Jim Kirk - but Pike had withstood them all.
Until this angelic jailbait walked through the door of his office first, and through his bedroom door not much later.
It was the stupidest thing a man in Pike's position could do, become vulnerable and open to blackmail. The only thing that rescued him was that not only the face was angelic below golden curls, but the inside was too. Brilliant and trusting and reliable.
They covered their tracks damn well; the boy was so good that nobody ever wondered why he ended with a posting on the Enterprise. And funny how nobody called Pike on his overly plain ignorance of Chekov's family name when the captain had a reputation for knowing his chosen personnel down to their shoe sizes and childhood hobbies.
Losing the angel was one of the saddest aspects of Pike's sudden banishment to Earth, but he'd always assumed he'd lose him soon anyway.
It made the reunion three years later all the sweeter, when a grown man returned and showed him that angels may outgrow their virginity but never their beautiful heart.
***
Kirk/McCoy - Soap is NOT a lube
"I can't believe you did that," Jim says from his seat on the toilet, legs spread and elbows on his knees, his laughter a little painful. "Aren't you the guy with the safer sex lesson? I'm sure I remember the line -"
"Goddamn, Jim," McCoy says, face flushed red.
"- SOAP - in very big letters, you said - SOAP is not a lube."
McCoy groans. "Yeah, I know what I said."
"So why do I sit here and shit my heart out?"
"Because I used shower gel and yes, I'm terribly sorry. Who could've known you'd react so badly to the ingredients."
Jim shakes his head incredulously.
"It's been an emergency," McCoy flusters.
Jim barks a laugh. "You mean, you had to fuck me or die?"
"Well - yeah. Something like that."
"That's a really good story." Jim shakes his head.
McCoy angles for the comm. "Guess we should get you beamed up, it's already going on for half an hour. Eh, Jim - maybe you could keep quiet about the exact reason for your problem."
Jim stares up at him, torn between amusement and indignation. "I'm not going to tell them I put it into my ass myself, and there won't be any stories of me accidentally slipping on the wet bathroom floor and landing on a bottle of shower gel either."
"Jim…" McCoy looks pleadingly.
"Alright, maybe we could just say that the description on the bottle was misleading," Jim relents, then coils forward with a heartfelt groan, followed by some unambiguous sounds. "Hell, you owe me one for that, Bones."
"I know, Jim. I know."
***
Pike/McCoy - French Food
"You gotta be kidding," McCoy snorts as the food arrives. "Didn't you say something about French food?!"
"Well, there are French fries, and Sauce Bernaise with the steak -"
"If that's your idea of French food, we could just as well go to McBurger next time, my ass -" McCoy would keep complaining if not for Pike's hands-on intervention in form of a long, deep kiss with lots of tongue.
"What was that?" McCoy mutters when he can breathe again.
"Since you don't like the food, I thought we'd move right on to French kisses. But of course, we could just skip that too and move on to dessert, soixante-neuf," Pike says amused.
"Uh, what?"
"Let me show you." Without warning, Pike pushes McCoy flat down on the couch.
"Damnit, man, we're in a restaurant!"
"And I made sure we've got a room all for ourselves," Pike says, starting to open McCoy's fly. "Wouldn't want to make anyone think they're getting a show like in the Moulin Rouge…"