October 18th, 2014

Sherlock ashtray

Greetings and salivations!

Nope, not dead, sorry to disappoint. :P Just been uber busy with the three, yes, 3, big bangs I'm doing this year, interspersed with drabbles galore for the jim_and_bones comm. Which brings me to the point of this post- I'm about to do a fic dump of all those drabbles/ficlets and wanted to apologize to the handful of ppl who track this comm if it looks like I'm spamming your friends' page.
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SPN writers

Drabble/ficlet (Jim/Bones): Lightning

Title: Lightning
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: PG
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: Jim should have been flirting and easing his way through the masses collecting numbers and selecting his bedmate for the night. Instead, he was sticking to Bones like a drowning man tries to hold onto air.

AN1: comment fic in response to this pic set. FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
…still going to special Trekker Hell.


Cameras snapped and flashed all around them, nonstop noises from the crowds chittering and screaming at them, about them, to them. It was enough to drive a sane man crazy. Jim loved it. He was in his element here, the centre of attention. The one everyone wanted to see.

Unfortunately, as CMO Bones was required to be here, too- fake smile plastered firmly in place. But all through the evening he stayed at Jim’s side, or possibly Jim stayed at his; always there with a hand on his shoulder or gently guiding him along with a hand at the small of his back. It was strange, welcome, but strange. Jim should have been flirting and easing his way through the masses collecting numbers and selecting his bedmate for the night. Instead, he was sticking to Bones like a drowning man tries to hold onto air.

Bones was warm under Jim’s hand, a comforting mass of flesh and bone amid the raucous circus surrounding them. Jim’s hand tightened on Bones’ shoulder as he thought about a life without Bones at his side and he was struck, like the proverbial lightning, by what that truly meant. Making his apologies and excuses to the interviewers that had descended upon them, Jim led Bones behind a huge pillar out of sight from the hovering paparazzi

“You,” Jim said, tugging at Bones’ tie. “You,” he repeated as if that one word summed up everything… for him it did.

“Jim, what the Hell?”

“Bones, I swear to God if you tell me I’m wrong about this…” He pressed his lips gently against Bones’ coaxing them open with soft touches. Even that small touch was Heaven to Jim. At first Bones seemed to merely going through the motions making that small fissure of doubt in Jim’s mind begin to open into yawning chasm, but then Bones’ hand was in his hair, holding him in place while he explored Jim’s mouth.

Panting, they broke apart. “Not that I’m complaining, kid, but where’d that come from?”

With a self-deprecating chuckle, Jim pressed their cheeks together, speaking softly, “I’m blind, I’m an idiot, and I need you more than I’ve needed anyone or anything in my entire life.”

Bones snorted, then left a light kiss on Jim’s throat. “You’re right, you are blind and you are an idiot, but I knew you’d get there eventually.” He snuck a hand up to loosen Jim’s tie, nuzzling the collar out of the way to get to the lower, obscured part of Jim’s neck. “I need you, too, you egotistical brat,” he said, biting down and sucking a bruise into the skin just above Jim’s shoulder.

Sighing, Jim tugged Bones’ closer; the noise of the crowds, cacophonous and searing, fading into the background.
SPN writers

Drabble/Ficlet (Jim/Bones): The Claim (not ABO or otherwise AU)

Title: The Claim (not ABO or otherwise AU)
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: PG/PG13
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: “C’mon, Bones, you’ll love it. I know you miss it and you ran every test imaginable and I’m pretty sure you invented a few.” Jim waved a sweeping hand at the waves swelling with the planet’s high tide. “You know you want to,” Jim cajoled.

AN1: comment fic in response to this pic set. FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
…still going to special Trekker Hell.


So I’m feeling a bit better today and since I have yet to lay down offerings to this week’s beautiful pics have a wee morsel. (though remember, a sick Mys does not a good writer make, so no promises on the actual quality, lol)

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Whereas Earth looked blue from space the small Class M planet they were in orbit around all but shimmered a deep maroon. The waters that covered much of the planet teemed with red and being a doctor and from the South, Bones’ first reaction was that it could be some form of ‘crimson tide’. “Damn-it, Jim, I am not gonna sign off on shore leave for a planet that might be teeming with its own form of karenia brevis. Toxin is toxin.”

“Then do the tests and once you decide it’s safe, if it’s safe, I’ll authorize shore leave. We all need it Bones.”

It took almost a full day and more tests than Jim thought were strictly necessary before his CMO was satisfied, once Bones had okayed it, Jim wasted no time in sending the first wave of crew members down for some much needed planet-side relaxation. He’d scheduled it so that he and Bones would be in the last group. Jim knew he’d need the time to convince Bones that spending five days on rose coloured shores was more than a good idea, it was a necessity. Thankfully Jim could always make a very persuasive argument, and that was before he sucked Bones’ brains out through his cock.

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“C’mon, Bones, you’ll love it. I know you miss it and you ran every test imaginable and I’m pretty sure you invented a few.” Jim waved a sweeping hand at the waves swelling with the planet’s high tide. “You know you want to,” Jim cajoled.

One of the many things most people didn’t know about the good doctor was that despite his best attempts to prove otherwise he really did know how to have fun. And one of the things he enjoyed most was the ocean. Jim had almost died the first time he stumbled upon this fact. It was back at the Academy, Jim had been out all night warming some nameless person’s bed and was taking a detour by the shore before heading back to the campus. Coming out of the water, a surf board tucked under one arm was Bones. Seeing his friend in a slim black wetsuit all firm and outlined, leaving very little to the imagination, or to Jim’s imagination- and he has a very good imagination- was almost too much. Even before that, Jim had known he wanted Bones, but seeing him like that had made him want nothing more than to drag Bones back to the dorms by the scruff of his neck, like some Neanderthal claiming a mate, and do exactly that. But he hadn’t acted on those impulses back then. Bones was still too raw from ‘the divorce from Hell’ for him to have taken any advances from Jim seriously; it would be hard enough for him to take Jim seriously given his somewhat deserved reputation, and frightenly enough, Jim wanted Bones to take him seriously. Jim spent the next few years waiting, only indulging in soft hints and touches. His patience had paid off.

It took two days of wheedling before Jim got Bones out on the maroon water and just as Jim had predicted, Bones loved every minute of it, so much so that he had taken to getting up early to get out on the waves.

This morning Jim was out on the beach watching his lover, thinking about that day years ago when he’d first seen Bones like this- free and happy, dripping wet and sexy as sin- and the things he’d wanted to do. And now, five years later, two years into their mission, on some nameless red planet, he can, and does, grab Bones and drag him back to their room and they claim each other.
SPN writers

Drabble/Ficlet (Jim/Bones): Waiting

Title: Waiting
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: Some days, when he was feeling particularly playful, Bones would intentional hold back, craving the intensity and desperation Jim poured into making him fall apart.

AN1: comment fic in response to this pic set. FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
…still going to special Trekker Hell.


Jim sat in their car smirking as Bones smiled one of his ‘aw shucks, ma’am’ smiles at the young woman who’d cornered him as they were leaving. He knew the only reason Bones hadn’t brushed her off completely was hearing a familiar drawl flowing from her mouth. He waited, with more patience than people gave him credit for, for Bones to finish his conversation.

“Sorry, ‘bout that,” Bones apologized as he climbed into the car sitting next to Jim.

“Should I be worried that a pretty face and a Southern drawl is all it takes to take you from me?” Jim asked mischievously.

Snickering at the idea, Bones ran his hand along Jim’s thigh as he leaned over him and whisper-growled into his ear, “It’d take a helluva lot more than that to get rid of me, darlin’, and you know it.”

Jim’s fingers trailed up along the buttons of Bones’ shirt to where it hung open and unbuttoned, playing with the fine dusting of hair there before moving his attention to trace Bones’ collarbone, eliciting a contented hum from the other man.

It wasn’t long before Jim had Bones pinned to the seat, sucking a possessive mark onto his shoulder; deep red, flushing to purple, to match the mark he’d placed on Bones’ opposite shoulder the night before. He liked marking Bones, even though it was something only they ever saw; Bones liked it just as much, melting into Jim every time. Jim took his time, sucking, licking, and kissing the skin in turns, keeping steady attention on his mark, while he teasingly brushed and pinched Bones’ nipples through the fabric of his shirt.

For as loud and resounding as Bones was in his professional life, he could be equally and disturbingly quiet under Jim’s onslaught when he wanted to. It was something he knew drove Jim crazy; Jim didn’t like not being able to make Bones lose control. Some days, when he was feeling particularly playful, Bones would intentional hold back, craving the intensity and desperation Jim poured into making him fall apart. Today was one of those days. He knew his lip would be swollen and bloody by the time they got to the privacy of their quarters from the constant gnawing pressure he used to keep himself quiet under Jim’s merciless exquisite attack, but it would be so very worth it.

Jim knew this game. He could tell from the stutters in Bones’ breathing and the trembling of his body that he was getting to him. He didn’t need to see to know Bones was chewing on his lip, biting it raw; he’d have to give it extra attention later in apology. Once he was satisfied both with his mark and the way Bones shook and clutched onto him, Jim sat up slowly, pulling Bones with him, slicking his hair back to look a little less mussed then running a hand through his own. Giving Bones a cheeky grin; they both knew what would be waiting when they got home.
SPN writers

Drabble (Jim/Bones): Dating 101- the James T. Kirk Edition

Title: Dating 101- the James T. Kirk Edition
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: PG
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: Jim wasn’t used to dates that had more meaning beyond getting laid. Of course he’d never had someone worth taking on a date that meant something more.

AN1: comment fic in response to this pic set. FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
…still going to special Trekker Hell.


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Jim stood outside the restaurant feeling like a kid on prom night, not that he’d ever had a prom night, at least not one of his own. It wasn’t even as if this was a big deal. It was just the first time since they’d gotten together they’d had the chance to do anything like this. Sure, they might go to one of the bars they frequented, or go grab a pizza or some Chinese, but not anything like an actual date. Jim wasn’t used to dates that had more meaning beyond getting laid. Of course he’d never had someone worth taking on a date that meant something more, but Bones was most definitely worth it. Bones, who accepted him as is, who didn’t put up with his shit, who for whatever reason had complete faith in him, who loved him… who was intentionally driving him crazy making him wait. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and made himself calm down; he was a starship captain, not that same fuck-up from nowhere Iowa, if he could face down psychotic Romulans he could handle waiting on a date. Although the way he was feeling he was beginning to think the Romulans were easier. When he opened his eyes, he felt as if the air was sucked out of his lungs, walking towards him was the most exquisite creature he’d ever seen- and being honest, he’d seen a lot. Jim had seen Bones at his lowest and his proudest and everything in between, or so he thought, but this man coming to him… he was relaxed, confident, eyes twinkling more green than gold in the night’s lighting with a genuine quirked smile. Jim was almost afraid to touch him, as if he’d prove to be a phantom his nervous mind conjured.

“Jim?” Bones’ concern was obvious.

Jim’s face broke out into nothing short of a giddy smile and he cupped Bones’ cheeks and kissed him. Hard. Possessive and claiming with a touch of hysteria. Their mouths fit together in a way that only came with familiarity and yearning, tongues dancing to a familiar tune as they made out like teenagers in front of the restaurant. When Jim finally pulled back, Bones’ hair was mussed from where his fingers had slid back into it and his lips were red and looked delicious. It was all Jim could do not to dive in again. He settled for running his hands through Bones’ hair in an effort to calm himself and straighten his lover’s hair. “Sorry. It’s just good to see you.”

“Jim, you saw me this mornin’.”

“Yeah, but that was hours ago,” he said, making sure to add some cheek to his words.

“Impossible,” Bones muttered, before taking Jim’s hand and pulling him closer. “I missed you, too, darlin’,” he confessed, leaning in for another kiss.

They never did make their dinner reservations, but they were both fine with that.
Karl&Chris

Drabble (Jim/Bones): Not His Fault

Title: Not His Fault
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: R
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: The last thing he thought before he gave himself over completely was how ironic it was that no one would believe that most of the time he shows up late and slight mussed it wasn’t his fault at all.”

AN1: comment fic in response to this pic set. FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
…still going to special Trekker Hell.
AN2: So when the DCDD above was first posted it contained a typo. The typo being that instead of “no comment fic yesterday” it said “one comment fic yesterday by heavenlyxbodies”, so yes, I took it as a challenge :P and therefore I present roughly 400 words of... uh, yeah... I don't even...


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Bones sits in Jim’s apartment, in a chair that has become his and watches as his best-friend and love of his life prepares for one of the many receptions he has lost track of.

Jim twists and turns in front of the full length mirror inspecting every drape of fabric, making sure his suit is perfect… and his tie… and his hair… Once he’s satisfied he turns and presents himself to Bones. He swallows. He knows that look Bones has in his eyes. The one that tells him he looks too good, that he’s going to be late for the banquet Pike invited him to, and he’s going to have beautiful bruises on his hips and a love bite or two to conceal.

Slowly, Bones stands, walking with purpose and desire, he stalks towards Jim. The first thing he does is run his fingers through Jim’s hair, gripping the blond strands and gently tipping his head back to suck tenderly on the spot right behind the taut muscles and just before the collar bone. A spot he knows will cause Jim to whimper, and if he bites just so- he nips Jim’s skin- his knees to go weak. But Bones is there to hold him up, at least long enough to get to the bed. There he eases him down, runs a hand following the long length of gun metal grey silk from neck to belt appreciatively. He picks up the ends of the tie, but looks into Jim’s fiery blue eyes as he says, “Gorgeous.”

A moment later and the tie is gone, sent floating through the air to settle God knew where, and Bones had set to work on Jim’s shirt buttons. Still going methodically slowly, having to kiss each patch of skin as he virtually unwrapped Jim like he was some living breathing birthday present.

Jim could’ve fought it. He probably should have, but the truth was he loved Bones like this- quietly demanding and utterly possessive. He lay back, wiggling a little to get comfortable and to make Bones growl, running his fingers gently through Bones’ hair, ready to just enjoy the ride. The last thing he thought before he gave himself over completely was how ironic it was that no one would believe that most of the time he shows up late and slight mussed it wasn’t his fault at all.
Karl&Chris

Drabble/Ficlet (Jim/Bones): Press Conference

Title: Press Conference
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: G
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: He was brought up short, though, when someone asked about his love life. That was a question most often directed at Jim, or even Uhura or Chekov; it was not a question directed at the bitter divorcé from Georgia.

AN1: comment fic in response to this pic set. FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
…still going to special Trekker Hell.


Press conferences had to be the absolute worst part of the job. At least that’s how Bones felt as he was paraded about like some bachelor for sale. Hell, being up in the black would be a welcome distraction from this hoopla. But he was part of the command crew of the Enterprise and being thrust into these situations came with the territory and he wouldn’t trade his job for the world, unless of course that world was Jim. That thought made him smile despite himself and he let that feeling take over- the giddiness and joy he still felt after all this time in knowing Jim was his and his alone.

With those thoughts in his head he happily answered question after question ranging from his favourite colour to his latest medical triumph. He was brought up short, though, when someone asked about his love life. That was a question most often directed at Jim, or even Uhura or Chekov; it was not a question directed at the bitter divorcé from Georgia. He looked out over the sea of reporters and paparazzi trying to weed out which one had asked such an infernal question ready to tell them it was none of their God damned, business, only to have the words die on his tongue. At the edge of the crowd, standing next to a young female reporter with dark chocolate hair and a sweet smile was Jim Kirk, pinning him with a look of such intensity it made his stomach flop.

“Well?” Jim asked. “Are you gonna answer the lady?” He turned to her, momentarily. “Krissy, is it?”

She nodded.

“Come on, Bones, Krissy here’s waiting for an answer.”

Years of keeping calm in more dire situations than this kept Bones’ jaw from dropping to the floor. Clearing his throat, he chose his words carefully. “Any relationship I may be in, ma’am, is between myself and my partner. And even if I was willin’ to discuss it, I wouldn’t do it without their consent.”

“And if you had their consent?” Jim asked; his gaze steady.

Bones couldn’t stop staring. Much to his surprise it had been Jim who wanted to keep their relationship secret, though in retrospect it shouldn’t have surprised him. Jim had a reputation and he knew how any relationship he was in would be treated- with headlines about ‘Starfleet’s Golden Boy’s Latest Trist’ or ‘Who’s Warming the Captain’s Bed Tonight’- and he would never want that for someone he truly cared for. Still, it had been getting harder to accept what with all of the press and ‘parties’ and ceremonies, always seeing Jim with women hanging off him even if the smiles he gave them were nothing like the smiles he gave Bones. “Well, I suppose I’d leave the tellin’ to them at any rate.” Bones answered once he found his voice again. This was Jim’s show and if he’d decided it was time then he’d be the one to do it.

Never taking his eyes off Bones, Jim made his way straight through the crowd, people parting like the Red Sea before him. When he got to the stage, he gracefully hopped up right next to Bones, laying one hand familiarly on his waist, the other wrapping firmly around his neck, and pulling him into a slow, searing kiss. “I love you, you cantankerous ass,” he mumbled against his lips when they parted. He turned to smile at Krissy amid the gobsmacked crowd. “I hope that answers your question, Krissy.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” she answered finally.

And like the opening of floodgates, lights began flashing and questions were being shouted, but Bones had Jim in his arms and vice versa and who cared.
ST JimBones don't go

Drabble (Jim/Bones): Anchor

Title: Anchor
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: R
Spoilers: mild reference to STID
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: After four years as lovers and two as the closest of friends before, Bones needed, he wanted to scream to the world that James T. Kirk was his and his alone.

AN1: comment fic in response to this pic set. FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
…still going to special Trekker Hell.
AN2: So, umm, apparently my internal Bones has become a possessive bastard over the last couple days… I think it’s revenge for actually trying to write road trip fic from only Jim’s POV, I think my mental Bones has gotten jealous and a jealous Georgia boy is a dangerous thing. *nods sagely*

NB: The title is taken from CSN's Southern Cross, "...my love is an anchor tied to you; tied with a silver chain."


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There were many things Dr. Leonard McCoy could and did find fascinating about one James Tiberius Kirk. He could have wondered at his ability to get into and, thankfully, out of the most drastic and often insane situations. He could have marvelled at the sheer magnitude of his reputation- sexual and otherwise. Or the way he refused to lose any of his crew for any reason- if there was a chance to save them, he’d take it. Or the way he laughed when Bones danced his hands over his right side just at the base of his ribcage. Or the little noise he made in his sleep whenever Bones had to leave their bed. But for some reason, some unfathomable reason, all he could think about right now was how hot Jim would look with a solid silver band around his wrist; nothing fancier than that, simple, elegant, no more than a centimetre wide, almost unnoticeable, and totally unnoteworthy to anyone who didn’t matter. But he’d know. The command crew would know. A thin silver band marking Jim as his.

He’d lavish attention on it as if it was simply another part of Jim that deserved his fullest affection. First he’d run the flat of his tongue over it, pressing the metal into Jim’s skin and tickling the taut flesh on either side with the swipe of his tongue. Then he’d lap softly along the edges, all the way around Jim’s wrist and back along the opposite side, stopping to suck gently on his pulse point. And at night, when they fell asleep tangled in each other, Bones’ fingers would wrap around the band and hold tight. He’d turn that small piece of metal into an impetus for everything that was them, and every time Jim’s wrist would move against it or Bones would idly brush his fingers across it, it would remind Jim of exactly what mattered and who he belonged to.

Bones squeezed the small package in his hand. They’d been together for four and a half years and never once had they marked any occasion between them- no birthdays or anniversaries or any of the myriad Yuletide-esque celebrations, nothing. There was never any need. They were them, pure and simple. But after four years as lovers and two as the closest of friends before, Bones needed, he wanted to scream to the world that James T. Kirk was his and his alone. So today, the one day he knew Jim would celebrate, the day Starfleet relaunched the Enterprise, the day he would follow Jim into the black for five years, today he would break their long-standing lack of tradition and mark the day and Jim in his own way.
SPN writers

Drabble/Ficlet (Jim/Bones): Smile for Me

Title: Smile for Me
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: PG
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: Bones' smile threatened to get ever-wider, and damn-it all, he was Dr. Leonard H. McCoy and he didn't smile like a giddy child for anyone or anything- he had a reputation to protect after all.

AN1: comment fic in response to this pic set. FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
…still going to special Trekker Hell.



The auditorium was huge, one of the biggest they'd been invited to. It seemed everyone wanted a piece of the heroes of the Enterprise. Bones didn't mind the attention for the rest of the crew, they deserved it and then some, but he was a doctor, doctors heal, there was nothing heroic or special about that; there was nothing heroic about all the lives he lost.

Nursing his maudlin spirits and his bourbon, Bones stood on the edge of the room avoiding as much of the swarms of people as he could, when a flash caught his eye and he felt himself smile despite himself. Jim was on the opposite side of the auditorium, smiling and lighting up the room. It felt better than he could have imagined, seeing Jim like this- relaxed and happy- after the absolute Hell they'd been through. It was a downright giddy feeling that left Bones unsettled and smiling widely. Before he could embarrass himself he ducked behind a rather out of place potted plant, some sort of large fern that would've looked at home anywhere but here. Still, it was large and leafy and a good place to dissolve into as he watched Jim work the crowd with charm and ease, smile twinkling, the curves of his laugh lines popping out giving him an older air; this was a man who had been through unimaginable hardships and battles, in and out of Starfleet, a man who knew how precious life was and enjoyed it to the fullest, but unlike the Jim Kirk of even 3 years ago this man appreciated every minute of it.

Bones' smile threatened to get ever-wider, and damn-it all, he was Dr. Leonard H. McCoy and he didn't smile like a giddy child for anyone or anything- he had a reputation to protect after all. Focusing on that he grumbled and forced his smile down to a low upturned twitch of his lips, unable to completely fight it down. Looking back up he scanned the crowd, searching for that blazing smile and uncontrollably frustrated when he couldn't find the smile or its owner.

Just then he felt strong arms wrap around him from behind and scruff brushing his neck as lips pressed against a sensitive spot only two people knew about.

"You should smile more," Jim said, nuzzling up and down Bones' neck.

"Hmph," Bones grunted noncommittally.

"You should," Jim insisted nipping at the back of Bones' neck. "Makes you look... charming, like a true Southern gentleman."

Bones only grunted again, but he pushed back into Jim and laid his arm over the ones around his waist. "Don't wan'ta be a gentleman."

Bones felt the smile curl over Jim's lips bright as sunshine with even more warmth.

"Smile for me," Jim whispered, "just for me."

With a small chuckle Bones craned his head to see Jim, flashing him a rare, warm smile. "Let's get out of here, kid."

"Thought you'd never ask," Jim teased, pressing a kiss to his lover's lips. "Mmm, I'm gonna keep you smiling all night long," he promised.

With any luck it would be a long night.
SPN writers

Drabble/Ficlet (Jim/Bones): 24hrs

Title: 24hrs
Author: heavenlyxbodies
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: G, PG at the outside
Spoilers: nope
Feedback: Makes me happy, just play nice
Disclaimer(s) can be found here (see Fandom(s) I’m Going To Hell For)
Summary: Wherein Bones has worked a double, Jim is miraculously (almost) on time, and comfort is the order of the day.

AN1: comment fic in response to this pic set. FYI- jim_and_bones is a locked comm.
…still going to special Trekker Hell.


It had been a rough shift. A minor explosion in Engineering- though in Bones’ mind there would never be anything minor about an explosion in the part of this tin can that was supposed to keep it from tumbling helplessly into the abyss or worse, let the abyss come tumbling in- sent half a dozen crew to his sickbay. Thankfully the worst injuries were a couple broken bones and some burns. It still took its toll when he had already been working a double and it was all the more annoying when the reason he was working a double was so he and Jim could have a whole, glorious twenty-four hours to themselves- barring any insane Romulans, genetically enhanced homicidal madmen, or over-aggressive Klingons. Bones entered the ‘Captain’s quarters’, which a few weeks ago began officially doubling as the ‘CMO’s quarters’, and headed straight for the shower. At that moment all he wanted was a shower, a nice glass of bourbon, and Jim curled around him. But Jim wasn’t due to get off shift for another hour and the bourbon could wait.

When Jim arrived a little over an hour later, miraculously having gotten away only about fifteen minutes after his shift technically ended (he had a feeling he had Uhura to thank for that), he found Bones asleep, splayed out on their sofa in the jeans he knew were as much as a comfort to Bones as comfortable on him, a sure sign that he’d had a rough day. Smiling Jim resisted the urge to go kiss Bones’ damp hair, not wanting to wake his lover just yet, instead taking his own detour to the shower.

Bones was awake when Jim came out of the shower just as Jim knew he would be, but he was still laid back, relaxing, watching as Jim stretched and flexed. “See anything you like?” Jim asked playfully as he sauntered over to stand just out of Bones’ reach.

“Somethin’ I’d like a lot more if it was in my lap where it belongs,” Bones answered.

“Why, Dr. McCoy, I believe you’re getting possessive in your old age,” he teased as he straddled Bones’ lap.

Bones ran his hands along Jim’s denim clad thighs and up underneath his hastily thrown on shirt, humming. “No. Always been this way. Just took some puerile captain’s awhile to notice.”

Jim snickered, leaning down to rub their cheeks together softly. “Twenty-four hours, all to ourselves. What do you want to do?”

“A lot,” Bones said mischievously, “but right now, get down here and kiss me.”