Fannish fun

I survived the long week last week and then I had a nice weekend filled with good friends and laughing and video games. I am in a good mood :)

On to the ficlets! This weeks theme was body parts. Don't worry, I mostly behaved myself.


Prompt: Spock, McCoy - Fingertips


Exploration

Leonard's skin prickled and tingled in the wake of Spock's fingers as they traveled across his skin from shoulders to hips. The touch was soft, a mere brush of fingertips against flesh, hardly more than a whisper considering the control the Vulcan could exert over his own body and strength.

Spock held a similar control over Leonard's body, it would seem, if the swiftness in which he moved from a fog of exhaustion to a blaze of desire was any indication. Leonard tried to remain as still as possible, to resist the urge to squirm and draw away even when the sensations danced on the right on the edge of ticklish as they moved from his waist and up his sides.

Spock was a scientist at heart, and when he came to Leonard in an exploratory mood like this it always meant for a good night regardless of how long and stressful the day had been.

Spock's fingers then traveled downwards, spread across Leonard's ass, and he couldn't resist the small gasp that escaped him as the heat from Spock's fingers set him ablaze.

Leonard also couldn't resist the chuckle that followed when Spock spoke the first words to pass between them in response.

″Fascinating.″


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Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Knuckles


Dependable

Standing in the doorway to his dorm, Leonard took in the sight of his best friend - hair mussed, shirt torn, knuckles bloodied – for nearly half a minute before stepping aside and gesturing towards the bed.

″Again, Jim?″

Jim collapsed on his back across Leonard's bed and tossed an arm across his face without answering.

Leonard scowled when he saw that Jim hadn't removed his shoes before climbing onto his bed. He took a slap at them as he passed on his way to the bathroom to grab his personal med kit. A kit that he'd never had to use on himself, incidentally, yet out of which he'd gotten a fair amount of use.

Jim had kicked off his shoes by the time Leonard returned to his side and pulled over his desk chair and adjusted his reading light to shine fully onto Jim.

Neither spoke as he picked up Jim's left hand, cleaned it, and ran the dermal regenerator over the torn flesh. Finishing that side, Leonard tapped Jim's other arm, which was still covering his face, to indicate he was ready to see to that one as well.

As he took the hand that Jim offered him with a sigh, Leonard could see that the color was high in Jim's cheeks, but his gaze was sharp and alert rather than dulled by alcohol. Thank heavens for small mercies.

″Who was it this time?″ Leonard worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he cleaned the hand and then palpated each joint. Several of Jim's fingers were swollen but none appeared broken. When he didn't receive an answer he glanced up in time to catch Jim's gaze on his face, staring down at his mouth. ″Jim?″

″Doesn't matter.″

Leonard was glad he'd finally spoken, unhelpful though the other man was in this type of mood. He grunted in disgust and reached for the regenerator again, passing it over Jim's right hand.

″Just leave it, Bones. I needed to let off some steam. It's fine.″

″Didn't look fine when you walked in here.″ Leonard finished his task and examined both limbs one last time.

Jim pulled his hands away and turned them over. ″Looks pretty good now though. Thanks, Bones.″

″Jim-″

″Please, Bones. Not tonight.″ This time Jim met his eyes as he spoke. ″I don't want to talk about it tonight.″

″Fine.″ Leonard rolled his eyes and turned pull away, but his movement was halted by Jim's newly healed hands pulling at him, turning him back to face the other man. ″Dammit, Jim-″

His words, too, were halted, this time by Jim's lips. He felt himself being drawn down towards the bed and held against Jim's warm body, felt the hands move across his head and shoulders, hard and strong.

When Jim finally released his grip, Leonard found himself reluctant to pull back from the other man this time.

″Thanks, Bones. I mean it.″

″Yeah, well...″ Leonard sighed. ″C'mere.″

And he pulled Jim up by the neck and kissed him again, longer this time and far gentler with Leonard in control. ″You're welcome.″


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Prompt: Sulu, Uhura - Palm


Slide

Hikaru didn't see her fall, but he heard her shout of surprise and the sound of tumbling stones as they crashed and cracked their way down the steep, rocky decline into the valley below.

″Uhura!″ His heart in his throat, Hikaru ran towards the edge were he'd last seen Lieutenant Uhura. He dropped to the ground several feet from the edge and stretched out on his stomach to spread his weight out while he inched towards the cliff side and peered downwards.

His wheeze of relief was audible when he saw her on a ledge about a fifth of the way down the hill rather than in a crumpled heap at the very bottom.

″Uhura? Can you hear me?″ At first Hikaru saw no movement from the woman below and his fear mounted again until he finally heard her response.

″Y-yes.″ Her voice was hesitant and rough, but still the most beautiful he'd heard all day. ″I'm alive.″

″What are your injuries?″ Hikaru grabbed for his communicator as he waited for an answer.

″Cuts and scrapes, my shoulder hurts enough that I can't move much, and a bump on the head.″

As Hikaru relayed this to the Enterprise he looked around the immediate area taking stock of the rocky hill without any clear path downwards that would allow him access to Uhura easily.

It was never easy. And if it ever was, he likely wouldn't trust it.

Closing the communicator and replacing it at his waist, he called down to Uhura, ″There's still too much atmospheric interference to use the transporters. They're sending another shuttle down with a medical team. They'll be here soon.″ He hoped.

″It's okay, Hikaru. Don't worry, I'll make it.″ Although her voice was stronger now, Hikaru could hear the undercurrent of pain that she was trying to hide from him.

″I'm coming down, cover your eyes.″

″You're what? No-″

Her objections came too late to stop him from beginning his descent down towards the far end of the ledge she was on. He dropped quickly downwards in a partially controlled slide, dislodging rocks and brush as he went, but was far enough away from Uhura to not rain the mess down on her.

He managed to slow his fall enough to hit the ledge and keep himself from tumbling over and clung to a large rock for several moments to catch his breath and wait for his heart to come down from his throat. Holy shit!

When he straightened and moved towards Uhura's reclined form, he met her eyes and saw the fear and anger in them. ″Are you out of your mind?″

″It's been suggested.″ He flashed a grin at her and knelt down next to her. He brushed rocks and stones from around her head and removed his gold tunic, folding it and placing it under her head.

″You're insane.″ Uhura pressed her lips together to stifle a moan of pain as the movement jolted her shoulder. ″But thank you.″

″Anytime, Nyota.″ He clasped her good hand, palm to palm, and squeezed lightly.


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Prompt: Kirk, McCoy - Nape of the Neck


Unfair Advantage

Jim Kirk was a smart man. He had a firm grasp of strategy, tactics, and manipulation, among other things.

He also didn't fight fair.

So when Leonard felt the lips on the nape of his neck, right in the spot that turned his stomach to jelly and burned up every last trace of his resolve, he knew that he wouldn't be working late in Sickbay that night, regardless of how high the pile of PADDs was on his desk or how smug Christine's expression was when she glimpsed them through the closing door of his office.

″Jim-″ He managed to growl, but lost the thought completely when he felt the lips on his neck suck firmly once before opening to allow a flash of tongue to flick across the spot he knew would be reddened and tender underneath the other man's touch.

Jim wrapped his arms around Leonard's chest and pulled him backwards, Leonard's back against Jim's chest as his lips nipped and sucked along the side of Leonard's neck before settling over the pulse point and sucking again sharply.

″God, Jim.″

Jim pulled back enough to meet Leonard's eyes and quirked the patented Kirk grin. ″You're late, Bones. I got impatient.″

Aw hell. The work would still be here in the morning, and Christine had a fairly evolved sense of discretion around others, even if she'd give him a hell of a ribbing in the morning.

It'll be worth it, too.


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I am working next weekend, so limited B2S, if any at all. Sadness. But at least I'll have something nice to read when I get home :) Someone write porn, ok? Cuz that would be very pleasant to come home to.