#dammitmanimadoctor

brokenbonesmccoy

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dammitman-imadoctor

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So, there was no such thing as 'morning' in space. It didn't make any sense, if you weren't on a planet that had a sun in the same system, but since Starfleet was an organization made up of mostly humans, who typically all had a inner clock set for San Francisco time, there was a 'morning' on the ship, where hardly anyone was awake - and those who were, were getting ready to head off to bed or drink their twelfth cup of coffee. 

Eve found a lot of things to do on the ship, when most everyone else was asleep. She knew of every cubby, of course, and even if she knew the inside of the ship like a person would know night from day, it was still interesting. She never got bored, being in this body - she liked the opportunity too much to take it for granted.

But this particular morning, she had a goal in mind. She never did get a chance to go and have Doctor McCoy look her over - tell her if she was actually just some elaborate cyborg of some sort, or a real, flesh and blood woman. She was hoping, and felt quite sure, that it was the latter - but it didn't really hurt to make sure. Posting herself in the mostly empty med-bay, the blonde explored the room - making sure to keep her hands to herself - until the door his open, and just the person she wanted to see stepped in.

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

They had been arguing.

Kirk refused to call it a fight. It wasn’t.

"Dammit, Jim! You can’t go down there alone! It’s obviously a trap!"

"What else can I do, Bones!? If I don’t go, the Enterprise is going to rot up here with us in it," he snapped back as his ice blues burned brighter with anger.

McCoy snapped back with the usual sarcasm, “oh, I dunno. Maybe stay up here with us and actually put that brain to use?"

The captain glared at his CMO and gave a faint snort as he turned to leave, “I’m going, Bones. I’d rather you all be safe."

However, he never made it out of the sliding doors. The blond was slammed up against a nearby wall and a pair of lips smashed against his own. It was rough, sloppy but full of emotion that caused Jim to gasp for air when it abruptly ended as it began.

"…come back to me, kid. Please." The voice was pleading and soft, a complete one-eighty to what just happened. Jim stared at Leonard for a moment before he pulled him into another kiss.

"Doctor, are you trying to flirt with me?" She giggled, “Because that’s a pretty bad pickup line. But, it’s appropriate from you, I guess."