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seren_ccdI asked for prompts 'cause I was bored. Here are the results!
Obligatory Drunken Make-Out Session
Christine was drunk.
Seriously, wonderfully, splendiferously drunk.
Actually, she wasn't altogether sure that last adverb was a word, but it sounded really cool in her head. She wondered if it would sound as cool out loud.
"Splendiferously," Christine said loudly.
McCoy looked at her over his beer. "That's not a word."
"It is now," she said. "It sounds cool."
He furrowed his brow and then saluted her with the bottle. "You make a very valid point, Nurse Chapel."
They sat at a tiny corner table in a dingy bar in an even dingier space port. They were waiting for the Enterprise to come and pick them up. They'd started drinking three hours earlier. First, they had the slow drinks (bourbon), then they moved to classier drinks (gin and tonics and whiskey sours), but had devolved to beer and tequila shots.
"I'm good at that kind of thing. You know, making points," she said before she licked the inside of her wrist. She grabbed the salt shaker and tried to sprinkle the salt, but some how missed and the table got a liberal dusting of salt. "Oops."
"The finest hands I've ever seen in surgery and you can't even do a shot properly," McCoy said with a smirk.
Christine glared at him. "I can do it!"
"Sure you can, sweetheart," he said. "But the place may run out of salt before you do."
He swiped the salt shaker from her and took her hand. He inspected her wrist and gave her a serious look. "Looks like you wasted too much time," he said. "It's dried now, no salt'll stick to that."
"Oh, well. I'll do it again." Christine tried to pull her hand back but he held it firmly in his hand. She met his eyes and felt a flush begin in her cheeks and then spread to the rest of her body when she realised his intentions.
She grinned. Ha! She knew it. She knew he wouldn't be able to withstand the tried and true method of seduction via drunken salt licks.
"Why, Doctor McCoy. You wouldn't be having inappropriate thoughts about your Head Nurse, would you?"
"Darlin', I've been having inappropriate thoughts about you since I saw the way you handle a tricorder," he said. The smirk still firmly in place, McCoy lifted her wrist to his mouth where he placed the tiniest, daintiest of kisses on her pulse point. She raised an eyebrow at him and he winked at her. He then slowly licked a line across her wrist. Christine bit her lip.
"Take your shot," he said in a deep voice.
She grabbed the little shot glass and threw the tequila back, the fire in her throat secondary to the fire she felt between her legs. McCoy picked up a lime and held it to her lips.
"Bite it, honey," he said. Christine made sure her lips brushed against his fingers before she bit into the tangy fruit. She chewed and swallowed but before she could say anything, McCoy pulled her into his lap and covered her mouth with his.
Dancing?
"Shhhh!"
McCoy stopped talking and glared at Jim. "What-?"
Jim smacked him in the chest, glared back and then comically jerked his head in the direction of the open door of the ladies locker room. McCoy rolled his eyes.
"You know," he said in a harsh whisper, "this peeping tom thing of yours is getting old."
"Eavesdropping, Bones," Jim whispered back. "I'm eavesdropping. A peeping tom gets to watch, and they won't let me have access to the security feed except in emergencies." Jim paused and followed his statement up with a quick, "Not that I've asked or anything."
"Right," McCoy said. "I'll just be on my way then."
"Spoilsport," Jim said. "Just wait a second."
Jim edged closer to the open doorway and listened. McCoy sighed loudly and decided to wait, if only because the sight of a woman kicking Jim's ass was always entertaining and very valuable blackmail material.
"I'm telling you," Gaila's voice came from inside the locker room, "Pike was the best I've ever experienced. I don't know what it is, maybe it's his age."
"Oh, I've always had a thing for him," Chapel's voice said. McCoy stared at the open doorway in disbelief. "I always wondered what he'd be like. Was he commanding?"
"Oh, yeah," Gaila said and McCoy could just see the Orion smiling. "He knew exactly where to put his hands and he just took over. It was wonderful, I could just go with the flow."
The ladies giggled.
"Well, Nyota," Janice Rand's voice joined in. "Tell us about the Commander."
"Let's just say, I have been ruined for anyone else," Uhura said. "The feel of his fingers on my hand alone does things to my nervous system I didn't think possible. And do not get me going on his, ahem, dexterity."
McCoy grimaced and Jim made a face.
"Chris, what about you? Don't think I didn't see who you were with," Uhura went on to say. "How was the good doctor?"
Jim elbowed him knowingly, but McCoy furrowed his brow in confusion. He was pretty sure he'd never actually slept with Christine. Had some raging, hot fantasies that ended with sticky sheets in the morning, yes, absolutely; but there had been nothing outside of that one dance they'd shared a month or so ago at the...
Oh.
Oohh.
McCoy grinned. He got it now.
"He was a perfect gentleman," Christine was saying. "Very gentle but so strong. It's all true what they say about surgeon's hands."
More giggling and Jim grinned widely and held his hand out for a fistbump. McCoy shook his head and felt a blush creeping up but bumped his fist against the captain's.
"What about the captain?" Janice asked. "Not that I'm, you know, interested. Or anything."
Jim puffed his chest out a little.
But there was silence in the locker room.
"Well," Gaila said. "He's not the worst I've ever had."
McCoy bit his lip holding in a laugh at the look of utter devastation on Jim's face.
"No, just a little clumsy," Christine added. "Which is to be expected, I've seen his medical records."
Now Jim was looking confused and devastated and McCoy's chest hurt from holding his laughter back.
"Oh," Janice said sadly. "But I thought..."
"Yes, so did we all," Uhura said. "But, apparently the captain's talents lie elsewhere."
"He's very good at strategy," Gaila said. "Oh, and tactical analysis."
Jim's face dissolved into such complete horror that McCoy couldn't hold it in anymore and he burst out laughing.
"Bones! Shut up!" Jim hissed. McCoy continued to laugh as he slumped against the wall. He tried to stop but one look at Jim's face and he cracked up again.
"Ahem," a stern, female voice came from quite nearby.
McCoy stifled his laughter as he saw the quartet of ladies in front of them. "Ah, ladies," he said through twitching lips.
"Gentlemen," Janice said.
"And she uses that term loosely," Christine said with a wry smile.
"Eavesdropping, captain?" Uhura asked. "Classy."
"Well, um, I apologize," Jim said. "I was... We... What the hell do you mean I'm not the 'worst you've ever had'?"
Gaila raised an eyebrow. "You're not. Chekov was less than graceful."
"Chekov?!" Jim screeched. "You've slept with Chekov?"
"What? Of course, I haven't," Gaila said sounding affronted.
McCoy burst out laughing again.
"Would you stop that?" Jim growled. "It's not funny."
"Oh, it is," McCoy gasped. "It really, really is. Ladies, please. Put him out of his misery and tell him what you were talking about, before I laugh myself into a hernia."
"We were talking about dancing," Janice said. "People we've enjoyed dancing with."
"Dancing?" Jim repeated. "Not, you know, dancing?"
"No, captain," Uhura said. "Just dancing."
"Oh," Jim said. Then he smiled. "Oh. Okay. Well, that makes sense. 'Cause I didn't remember dancing with you or Nurse Christine and I would definitely have wanted to remember that particular experience."
The ladies exchanged amused looks.
"You're truly an unique individual, captain," Christine said. "I've got to get to my next shift."
"I'll walk you," McCoy said wiping his eyes. "Jim, stop listening at doors."
He followed Christine out of the gym and said, "Sorry about that. I tried to stop him."
"Uh huh," she said. "I'm sure."
"I did!" he said. They walked in silence and he just couldn't help himself. "A surgeon's hands, huh?"
The blush that appeared in her cheeks was adorable, but she simple said, "You have steady hands."
"Oh, I see," he said. Tired of dancing around the subject and eager to just dance already, McCoy grabbed her hand and pulled Christine into an alcove and pressed against her. She looked startled but not disapproving, so McCoy said, "I'd love to show you just how steady they can be. They're not just for surgical purposes, you know?"
"What exactly did you have in mind, Doctor?" she asked with a little smile.
"Dinner, with you, in my quarters," he said as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe a dance or two."
"Oh, I'm sure you're capable of more than just two dances," she said. She brushed her chest against him. "I bet I could entice you into a few more."
"Honey," he said with a smirk, "entice away."
Obligatory Drunken Make-Out Session
Christine was drunk.
Seriously, wonderfully, splendiferously drunk.
Actually, she wasn't altogether sure that last adverb was a word, but it sounded really cool in her head. She wondered if it would sound as cool out loud.
"Splendiferously," Christine said loudly.
McCoy looked at her over his beer. "That's not a word."
"It is now," she said. "It sounds cool."
He furrowed his brow and then saluted her with the bottle. "You make a very valid point, Nurse Chapel."
They sat at a tiny corner table in a dingy bar in an even dingier space port. They were waiting for the Enterprise to come and pick them up. They'd started drinking three hours earlier. First, they had the slow drinks (bourbon), then they moved to classier drinks (gin and tonics and whiskey sours), but had devolved to beer and tequila shots.
"I'm good at that kind of thing. You know, making points," she said before she licked the inside of her wrist. She grabbed the salt shaker and tried to sprinkle the salt, but some how missed and the table got a liberal dusting of salt. "Oops."
"The finest hands I've ever seen in surgery and you can't even do a shot properly," McCoy said with a smirk.
Christine glared at him. "I can do it!"
"Sure you can, sweetheart," he said. "But the place may run out of salt before you do."
He swiped the salt shaker from her and took her hand. He inspected her wrist and gave her a serious look. "Looks like you wasted too much time," he said. "It's dried now, no salt'll stick to that."
"Oh, well. I'll do it again." Christine tried to pull her hand back but he held it firmly in his hand. She met his eyes and felt a flush begin in her cheeks and then spread to the rest of her body when she realised his intentions.
She grinned. Ha! She knew it. She knew he wouldn't be able to withstand the tried and true method of seduction via drunken salt licks.
"Why, Doctor McCoy. You wouldn't be having inappropriate thoughts about your Head Nurse, would you?"
"Darlin', I've been having inappropriate thoughts about you since I saw the way you handle a tricorder," he said. The smirk still firmly in place, McCoy lifted her wrist to his mouth where he placed the tiniest, daintiest of kisses on her pulse point. She raised an eyebrow at him and he winked at her. He then slowly licked a line across her wrist. Christine bit her lip.
"Take your shot," he said in a deep voice.
She grabbed the little shot glass and threw the tequila back, the fire in her throat secondary to the fire she felt between her legs. McCoy picked up a lime and held it to her lips.
"Bite it, honey," he said. Christine made sure her lips brushed against his fingers before she bit into the tangy fruit. She chewed and swallowed but before she could say anything, McCoy pulled her into his lap and covered her mouth with his.
Dancing?
"Shhhh!"
McCoy stopped talking and glared at Jim. "What-?"
Jim smacked him in the chest, glared back and then comically jerked his head in the direction of the open door of the ladies locker room. McCoy rolled his eyes.
"You know," he said in a harsh whisper, "this peeping tom thing of yours is getting old."
"Eavesdropping, Bones," Jim whispered back. "I'm eavesdropping. A peeping tom gets to watch, and they won't let me have access to the security feed except in emergencies." Jim paused and followed his statement up with a quick, "Not that I've asked or anything."
"Right," McCoy said. "I'll just be on my way then."
"Spoilsport," Jim said. "Just wait a second."
Jim edged closer to the open doorway and listened. McCoy sighed loudly and decided to wait, if only because the sight of a woman kicking Jim's ass was always entertaining and very valuable blackmail material.
"I'm telling you," Gaila's voice came from inside the locker room, "Pike was the best I've ever experienced. I don't know what it is, maybe it's his age."
"Oh, I've always had a thing for him," Chapel's voice said. McCoy stared at the open doorway in disbelief. "I always wondered what he'd be like. Was he commanding?"
"Oh, yeah," Gaila said and McCoy could just see the Orion smiling. "He knew exactly where to put his hands and he just took over. It was wonderful, I could just go with the flow."
The ladies giggled.
"Well, Nyota," Janice Rand's voice joined in. "Tell us about the Commander."
"Let's just say, I have been ruined for anyone else," Uhura said. "The feel of his fingers on my hand alone does things to my nervous system I didn't think possible. And do not get me going on his, ahem, dexterity."
McCoy grimaced and Jim made a face.
"Chris, what about you? Don't think I didn't see who you were with," Uhura went on to say. "How was the good doctor?"
Jim elbowed him knowingly, but McCoy furrowed his brow in confusion. He was pretty sure he'd never actually slept with Christine. Had some raging, hot fantasies that ended with sticky sheets in the morning, yes, absolutely; but there had been nothing outside of that one dance they'd shared a month or so ago at the...
Oh.
Oohh.
McCoy grinned. He got it now.
"He was a perfect gentleman," Christine was saying. "Very gentle but so strong. It's all true what they say about surgeon's hands."
More giggling and Jim grinned widely and held his hand out for a fistbump. McCoy shook his head and felt a blush creeping up but bumped his fist against the captain's.
"What about the captain?" Janice asked. "Not that I'm, you know, interested. Or anything."
Jim puffed his chest out a little.
But there was silence in the locker room.
"Well," Gaila said. "He's not the worst I've ever had."
McCoy bit his lip holding in a laugh at the look of utter devastation on Jim's face.
"No, just a little clumsy," Christine added. "Which is to be expected, I've seen his medical records."
Now Jim was looking confused and devastated and McCoy's chest hurt from holding his laughter back.
"Oh," Janice said sadly. "But I thought..."
"Yes, so did we all," Uhura said. "But, apparently the captain's talents lie elsewhere."
"He's very good at strategy," Gaila said. "Oh, and tactical analysis."
Jim's face dissolved into such complete horror that McCoy couldn't hold it in anymore and he burst out laughing.
"Bones! Shut up!" Jim hissed. McCoy continued to laugh as he slumped against the wall. He tried to stop but one look at Jim's face and he cracked up again.
"Ahem," a stern, female voice came from quite nearby.
McCoy stifled his laughter as he saw the quartet of ladies in front of them. "Ah, ladies," he said through twitching lips.
"Gentlemen," Janice said.
"And she uses that term loosely," Christine said with a wry smile.
"Eavesdropping, captain?" Uhura asked. "Classy."
"Well, um, I apologize," Jim said. "I was... We... What the hell do you mean I'm not the 'worst you've ever had'?"
Gaila raised an eyebrow. "You're not. Chekov was less than graceful."
"Chekov?!" Jim screeched. "You've slept with Chekov?"
"What? Of course, I haven't," Gaila said sounding affronted.
McCoy burst out laughing again.
"Would you stop that?" Jim growled. "It's not funny."
"Oh, it is," McCoy gasped. "It really, really is. Ladies, please. Put him out of his misery and tell him what you were talking about, before I laugh myself into a hernia."
"We were talking about dancing," Janice said. "People we've enjoyed dancing with."
"Dancing?" Jim repeated. "Not, you know, dancing?"
"No, captain," Uhura said. "Just dancing."
"Oh," Jim said. Then he smiled. "Oh. Okay. Well, that makes sense. 'Cause I didn't remember dancing with you or Nurse Christine and I would definitely have wanted to remember that particular experience."
The ladies exchanged amused looks.
"You're truly an unique individual, captain," Christine said. "I've got to get to my next shift."
"I'll walk you," McCoy said wiping his eyes. "Jim, stop listening at doors."
He followed Christine out of the gym and said, "Sorry about that. I tried to stop him."
"Uh huh," she said. "I'm sure."
"I did!" he said. They walked in silence and he just couldn't help himself. "A surgeon's hands, huh?"
The blush that appeared in her cheeks was adorable, but she simple said, "You have steady hands."
"Oh, I see," he said. Tired of dancing around the subject and eager to just dance already, McCoy grabbed her hand and pulled Christine into an alcove and pressed against her. She looked startled but not disapproving, so McCoy said, "I'd love to show you just how steady they can be. They're not just for surgical purposes, you know?"
"What exactly did you have in mind, Doctor?" she asked with a little smile.
"Dinner, with you, in my quarters," he said as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe a dance or two."
"Oh, I'm sure you're capable of more than just two dances," she said. She brushed her chest against him. "I bet I could entice you into a few more."
"Honey," he said with a smirk, "entice away."
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Date: 2009-10-16 03:45 pm (UTC)I love watching you torture the captain and I love even more that Bones twigged on to what the ladies were talking about so quickly. I can totally picture him trying not to laugh in the face of Jim's growing horror.... :)
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Date: 2009-10-17 10:23 am (UTC)I'm really glad you liked it! I love letting the ladies play. Bones just loves to laugh at Jim's expense. :D
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Date: 2009-10-16 08:26 pm (UTC)I can just imagine Kirk's face! LOL!
"Ladies, please. Put him out of his misery and tell him what you were talking about, before I laugh myself into a hernia."
I nearly had a hernia by this point!
"Entice away"
Yes, please!
This was wonderful! Thank you so much for writing it! :D
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Date: 2009-10-17 10:29 am (UTC)And I love letting the ladies get together. They're pretty unstoppable.
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