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.