#keptinjtkirk

"'s a farmboy 'n a cowboy... my farmboy..."

"Please don't. I'm a doctor, people would think I'd helped, and I've already come close to losing my license twice now, I don't want to lose it again. And anyway, I bought my tux for the wedding, I don't want to waste it."

Bones can't even speak, the pain rocketing up his side making him want to vomit. He gits his teeth together hard enough to hurt, clutching his side. "Just call Geoff." He grits out, his breathing coming hard and fast. "And don't worry. Fucking appendix—" He's put it off for weeks. Appendectomy's take a half an hour. He could perform an appendectomy in his sleep. And yet he's put it off, and now it's burst, and he knows better than anyone that the pain from a burst appendix is horrendous, but he didn't think it'd be this bad.

Bones crowds him into an alcove in the corridor leading to the bridge, the adrenline beginning to recede. He hates risky away missions. He hates being stuck on the bridge watching, too, while Jim goes down and risks his life. So his way of convincing him to never do that ever again is to press him into the wall and kiss him as if his life depends on it, because maybe it does. He runs his tongue over the seam of Jim's lips, and curls his fingers into the front of Jim's shirt."No more landing parties. Ever again. Never. Y'hear me?"

"I'm doing this," Bones says as he sucks another angry red mark into Jim's skin. "Because I want everyoneto know that you're mine." Another mark is nipped and sucked into Jim's collarbone."And also because on shore leave, at the beach, these are gonna look pretty damn good." And he's showing off, just a little. Jim's quite the catch, after all.

"I think it's your job to figure that out."

He's sure Jim's sleeping, or just waking up at least. He's sure it'll be romantic, and he's still a tiny bit drunk from the night before, so he thinks it's a good idea. He presses a kiss to Jim's shoulder, murmuring, "Tu es l'amour de ma vie." He presses a kiss to his collarbone. "Je t'adore." He gives a soft smile, leaning up to kiss the corner of Jim's mouth. "Mon fiancé."

Bones can't see Jim from where he's lying; he can't lift his head up. Well he could, but it'd hurt like hell and he's not putting himself through any more unnecessary pain. He swallows thickly, and shakes his head. "Just come here." He says softly, his voice hoarse and croaky. "Please."