The lobby of the ship hangar was nearly empty, with a few receptionists behind the desks at the far corner, and a couple chatting down one of the halls. The grey tiled floors and ceilings brought back memories as you stepped further into the large room. You could see several large doors that lead to where the ships were kept. You were excited to see the Enterprise again.
“Kaity`?”
You turned to see a familiar golden-haired figure, grinning ear to ear at you.
“It is you! You’re back!”
Suddenly you were swept up in a tight hug, your nose pressed into his shoulder, the smell of his familiar cologne sending a wave of nostalgia over you.
“Hi, Jim,” you squeaked, giving him a tight squeeze back.
He let you go, but kept you at arms length. “Last time I saw you, was at the bar where we docked for shore leave, at Chekov’s birthday party. The next day I was told you took a leave of absence and they wouldn’t tell me why. How are you? What have you been up to?”
You smiled at Jim’s quick-speaking ramble, you’d missed his talkative nature.
“I’ve been good. Better,” you started, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving. It was too hard. Too emotional. And I couldn’t deal with any extra emotions...”
“Hey,” Jim said sunnily, but with a gentle concern, “you don’t need to explain yourself. I’m just glad to see you.” He paused, his expression changing just ever so slightly. “You’re going to be back in the medbay?”
Your stomach churned nervously. “Yeah,” you responded, “I’m excited to be getting back to what I love doing. I miss it.” It was true. You did miss it.
Jim smiled, “I’m glad.” He slapped you on the shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Well, I’ve got to run, got a meeting. But we definitely need to catch up sometime soon, okay?”
“Of course,” you agreed with a half-smile.
You grabbed at tray and moved to stand in line for food behind a person with vibrant yellow hair and an engineering red shirt. The mess hall in the ship hangar building was much larger than the one on the ship, and much louder as everyone was returning to work.
“о Господи! ‘Karu, is zat who I think zat is?”
You spun at the familiar accent, face to face with exactly who you expected.
“It is! Kaity!”
You were once again tackled into a hug, soft curls brushing against your cheek.
“Hey, Pav, don’t smother the poor girl,” Sulu said from behind.
Chekov released you, pressing two quick kisses to both of your cheeks, making you laugh.
“Hey guys,” you smiled, stepping in to give Sulu a soft hug too.
“Are you back to vork on ze Enterprise?” Chekov asked, looking like a hopeful puppy.
When you nodded, Chekov whooped once, drawing looks from those within earshot. Sulu placed a hand on Chekov’s shoulder, but was looking directly at you.
“Glad to hear it. We’ll catch up later, I’m sure,” Sulu said cooly, with a soft, reassuring smile. He indicated that it was your turn to get food.
“Yes, absolutely,” you agreed, turning to order.
When you went to sit to eat, you saw them get their food to go and leave the mess hall together, Chekov happily talking Sulu’s ear off and you smiled at the familiarity of it all.
“Kaity?” Another accented voice made you turn your head once again.
Soft whiskey-brown eyes looked down at you from under a wrinkled brow.
“Oh! Scotty!” you half-exclaimed, smiling up at one of your closest friends.
He quickly set down his tray of finished food on the table and dropped to sit beside you, pulling you into a quick side hug.
“Ye’ve been gone a’long time, lass, I’ve missed ye,” Scotty’s grin made his eyes scrunch up at the corners.
“6 months isn’t that long...” you teased. “But I missed you too, Scotty. I already feel so welcome.”
Scotty looked at you for a moment with a curious, yet soft look in his eye. Suddenly, he seemed to snap out of it and took a glance at his watch. “Agh, well I best be getting to the engine room, but come by sometime and I’ll make ye a drink and we can watch a movie, li’ ol’ times.”
“For sure,” you nodded.
He stood, took his tray, and bobbed away.
You entered the empty, dark medbay, the soft tapping of your shoes on the floor the only sound you could hear. Though even with the calmness, your heart still pounded and your head filled with memories of this place. Good memories and bad memories.
You rounded the nurses’ station, looking for the file that you had been instructed to pick up.
“Kaity?”
You jumped at the sound of a deep voice. You spun back towards the direction of the entrance and your heart skipped a beat.
There he stood, the same dark, brooding face; the same thick, tousled hair; the same broad shoulders clothed in the same blue uniform. But something was off. Something was different.
“Leonard,” you breathed. “You scared me.”
He shifted slightly and his face caught the glow from one of the emergency lights. His eyes. His eyes looked different than you remembered them. There was a sadness to them, a hardness, and you couldn’t help but feel that it was because of you.
“You came back?” He asked, his voice cautious, as if you were a deer that he could spook.
“Yes,” you responded, resting your shaking fingertips on the counter of the nurses’ station.
Silence. It was the worst possible response he could have given you. It rang out around you and felt like a knife in your esophagus.
“I should have told you I was leaving.” The words spat out of your lips, weak and watery, as if you didn’t have any control over them. “I’m sorr-”
“I don’t need an apology,” Leonard snapped, taking two steps forward, now only a few feet in front of you, fully illuminated by the few lights on above the nurses’ station.
“But I need to give you one,” you started, taking a leap of bravery and emerging from behind the counter, your heart thrumming in your stomach as you stepped closer to him.
“No,” he said, raising a hand to stop you.
He took a breath and you could see a slight tremor in his hand as he lowered it. “I just need to know one thing.”
He paused, waiting for you to respond. You barely had enough breath to get the word out, “okay.”
His face contorted into an expression you’d never seen on him before. One of pain, anger, and sadness.
“Did you leave because of me?” he asked, his voice shaky.
“W-what?” you sputtered.
“Was I the reason you up and left?” His eyes grew sadder and his whole posture was vulnerable, like he handed you a knife and was waiting for you to stab him with it.
Your mind was racing, memories of the two years you spent on this ship flashing before your eyes.
“No,” you breathed, tears catching on your lashes. “Of course not, Leonard, why would you ever think that?”
“Because you never told me otherwise!”
“I couldn’t tell anyone! I didn’t tell anyone! It wasn’t just you. You were the first person I would have told, if I was in the right state of mind to do s-”
He cut you off by closing the few feet between you and wrapping you in a tight hug. You were absolutely shell-shocked for a moment before wrapping your arms around him and squeezing him back.
His face was buried in your neck, his arms like vices around your back. You were smushed against his chest, soaking in the warm, familiar scent of him.
Facing Leonard after you left was always what you’d feared, and this was the best possible outcome you could have imagined.
You’d been away from this ship for a long time, and the idea of returning, given the way you’d left so suddenly, always made you anxious to think about. But standing here, being embraced, made you feel okay for the first time in a long time. It made you feel safe. It made you feel happy.
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Intro: So this monster of a fic I wrote literally in the past 24 hours in response to @whatif-animagineblog ‘s post about Leonard’s laugh. Read it here.
I do still have drabbles to write and my Kirk series to finish but of course I needed to write this first. The fic doesn’t necessarily focus on the laugh, but it is in there and did make me smile. I hope it makes you smile too.
Pairing: Bones x reader
Word Count: 2870
Summary: So basically the reader and Bones end up making a mess in the kitchen, the reader ending up making Bones laugh (wheeze and snort) after he has had a stressful day. A little sweet love at the end. Very fluffy. Much fluff.
-Enjoy!-
The bottom line was that you wanted to bake a cake. That's literally all you wanted to do and unfortunately being on a starship in the middle of space made it extremely difficult. So you snuck into the kitchens after hours and were ecstatic to find the ingredients you needed.
The truth was, you weren't very good at baking, but when you set your mind to something, it got done, whether or not it was a complete disaster.
So you gathered your ingredients and started pouring, using a recipe that you pulled up on your PADD. You put on some music, letting the upbeat tunes fill the small room, making you unbelievably happy.
"What are you doing?"
You jumped 10 feet up in the air, knocking the flour bag over, spilling it all over the counter-top and onto the floor. You had not expected anyone to find you in here.
You spun around, your heart beating so hard you thought it was going to jump out of your chest and you now saw the source of the voice was the Chief Medical Officer, and your best friend, Leonard McCoy.
"Len! Fuck! You scared me." You set the spoon in the bowl and tried to catch your breath, shutting off the music.
Leonard walked over to you, chuckling lowly, "Sorry, darlin', I thought you heard me come in."
He neared you, pulling your adrenaline-filled form to his chest briefly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before releasing you and inspecting the mess you were making.
That is the way it was between you two. Totally comfortable with one another, and soft kisses on the cheek or forehead, or big hugs, were not uncommon. Yes, people often thought you two were dating, or that you should be dating, but it wasn't like that. You had known him since the Academy, and being in the medical stream together meant a lot of late-night study sessions and stressful exam seasons. It brings people together.
You had thought about him as more than friends a couple times, and you know he had thought about it too, but the timing was never right. Either you were with someone, or one of you was off on an away mission, or there was just something going on that prevented it. And after a while you had just forgotten about those feelings and focused them into being friends, and colleagues. And it was good.
"What are you doing?" Leonard repeated, righting the flour bag.
"Baking." You responded, picking up the spoon again and continuing your endeavor.
"Mhmmm." Leonard hummed.
He dragged a finger through the flour, drawing a line as he rounded the island you were working at, moving to the counter on the far wall directly across from your work station. He pulled himself up to sit facing you, leaving his legs dangling and he leaned forward to rest his forearms on his thighs, playing with his fingers, his eyes focused on his hands.
"What's wrong, Len?" You inquired, dumping another measuring cup of flour into the bowl.
"Nothing." He responded, not moving from his focused position.
"Bullshit." You called and he finally brought his eyes to yours, and you raised an eyebrow.
He knew you knew something was wrong, you could read each other like books. You cracked an egg into the bowl, only dropping a few pieces of shell into the batter.
"It's nothing." He whispered.
"If it's bugging you it's not nothing." You assured.
He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, "It's so trivial, and dumb, I..."
"Spit it out."
He smiled to himself before looking up at you. It was something you said to each other when you weren't talking. When either of you was frustrated or couldn't find the right words. It was like secret code for ‘you know you can trust me so let it all out’. You started picking the pieces of shell out with your fingernails as you waited for him to speak.
"Jocelyn is getting re-married. I just received the invite to their wedding."
You couldn't help yourself. You burst out laughing.
"It's not funny, Y/N." Leonard warned.
"No, I know it's not, but..." You tried to control your laughter, settling yourself down, "she invited you? That's like the shittiest thing in the world to do. Invite your ex-husband to your new wedding. HA. What a bitch."
"Finally! Someone who agrees with me!" Leonard perked up now and leaned his head back against the cupboards, raising his hands for emphasis before bringing them down with a loud clap on his thighs.
"Why? Who was disagreeing with you?" You asked, splashing a little more sugar into the bowl because the batter just didn't taste sweet enough.
"Don't eat raw eggs, you'll get salmonella." Leonard noted.
"Shut up, mom." You teased, licking the spoon for emphasis.
He huffed a laugh before responding to your question, "Well I was talking to Sulu and Uhura and they seemed to think that it is somewhat of a peace offering between us. And they said I should go to the damn wedding. What an idea. "
You nodded your head in thought, "Well I disagree with the peace offering thing, but I do think you should go."
Leonard looked up at you in bewilderment, "What?!"
"Go to the wedding. Bring a really hot date, and show up just to spite her." You were getting into this idea now, and Leonard slid off the counter, standing now on the far side of the island you were working on, his arms resting on the counter's surface.
"Yeah, like, prance around all high-and-mighty saying 'why yes I am the CMO of the Enterprise' and 'yes I have this beautiful girl on my arm who is super smart and has a million dollars'. Oooo! Or better yet, take Jim. That'll really get people talking."
Leonard was smiling at you now, and you felt a tinge of pride at being able to elicit it.
"You are insane, you know that?"
"I am not insane." You replied in mock horror, and meant to slam your hand down on the counter in protest but you missed and hit the edge of the mixing bowl, tipping the entire bowl of batter over the edge of the counter.
You gasped in shock as the bowl hit the floor and cool batter splattered all over your legs and feet.
You heard Leonard start to laugh and you shot him a glare, but it wasn't very successful as your mouth was still open in shock.
"Not funny, Len." You hissed, but that just made him laugh more.
"It's pretty funny, darlin'."
You growled and took a few tentative steps out of the sticky goo, careful not to slip. Your hands were also covered in the batter and you placed them gently in the spilt flour as Leonard wasn't looking as he was doubled-over, laughing.
"Your face..." He wheezed as you neared him, your shoes laying batter footprints on the tile floor.
"It was funny, huh?"
Leonard nodded as he seemed to regain his composure.
"Not as funny as this!" You yelled as you lunged for his face, smearing your batter and flour covered hands along his cheeks.
Now you were the one doubled-over in laughter at the look on his face.
"You..." Leonard warned seconds before he lunged at you, narrowly missing your waist as you turned to run away.
You screeched in laughter as you rounded the counter, dashing away from him.
Now, the next succession of events occurred because of two reasons. 1. You are a very clumsy person and barely have control over your limbs. and 2. You somehow forgot about the slick batter that covered the floor.
As you rounded the counter your feet hit the puddle of batter, limbs swiftly flying out from under you and you hit the ground on your side, hard. The wind was knocked out of you and you could only lay there, trying to breathe, for a few moments.
You heard Leonard laughing, "Are you a-AGH!"
The next thing you knew he had slipped in the batter too and ended up on the floor beside you. His landing had splattered batter all over your arms and face and you gasped in horror. Leonard looked over at you, his face contorted in a mix of concern and wanting to laugh.
"A-are you o-kay?" He gasped for breath and his hand found your side as if he could steady you.
"Are you okay?" You responded, looking him up and down to see if he had injured himself.
When your gaze found its way up to his eyes you both stared at each other for a second, as if you couldn't believe you had gotten into this situation.
Then you started to laugh. Low and quiet at first but as you saw Leonard start to laugh as well, you couldn't keep it hidden any longer. Soon the both of you were literally rolling on the floor laughing. And you couldn't help but watch him amidst the tears of laughter rolling down your cheeks. His face was contorted with laughter, his eyes squeezed shut. And he had started to wheeze. Usually he had a full, low laugh, but now it seemed he couldn't catch his breath because he was laughing too hard. His batter-covered hand reached up and clenched at his chest, as if laughing was actually painful, and he smeared the sticky batter all over his shirt. This only made you laugh harder. You went into full silent-laugh mode, not able to breath, your mouth wide open, your eyes squeezed shut, and then just.... snort.
At first you thought you'd snorted, and sprung your eyes open to see if Leonard was going to tease you about it, but the look on his face said it all. It was him who had snorted. He looked at you so innocently, as if he was a kid getting hiccups for the first time, not knowing how he had made that sound.
Then another wave of laughter shot through you and you started all up again. You felt the batter soak into your back but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.
You tried to calm down, you really did, but every time Leonard snorted you couldn't contain your giggles.
It felt like hours that the two of you were lying there, laughing, moving progressively closer together, sharing little touches as you laughed. Finally you got yourself under control, and you felt yourself relax, your neck muscles actually sore from holding you head up while laughing. Leonard sat up beside you and helped you move to sit up, batter dripping off your clothes as you leaned against the counter.
"I haven't laughed that hard in.... I don't know how long." Leonard breathed, a smile still evident on his face.
It was true. The two of you had shared your fair share of laughs, but this was the loudest and heartiest you had ever heard him laugh. And it's like something switched in you. You looked over to him and your heart swelled inside your chest. You felt so much fondness for this man, so much love.
"How did I get so lucky to find an idiot like you to hang around with?" You spoke your thoughts out loud, and he brought his eyes to yours.
"You must have done somethin' real good." He teased and wiped at a bit of batter that was caked on your nose.
His hand hovered near your face for a moment more, his fingertips pressing gently on the skin of your cheekbone and you thought for a moment he might lean in and kiss you. You thought for a moment you might lean in and kiss him. But neither of you moved.
"We should get cleaned up." You whispered, your heart racing in your chest.
Leonard gulped and opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but decided against it. He only nodded and stood, helping you to your feet.
You headed towards the door together and when you almost slipped on the batter again, Leonard's hand grabbed yours to steady you. You responded by entwining your fingers with his and giving him a weak smile.
You walked back to your quarters like that. Dripping in brown batter, holding hands, silent. It was the middle of the night, thank goodness, so you didn't come across any other people in the hallway and you quickly got to your room.
You released his hand and removed your boots, trying to keep the mess to a minimum.
"Okay, I call the shower first because I fell first and you splattered me when you fell." You instructed, heading to the small bathroom but you stopped when you threw a glance back at Leonard.
His whole posture was in-drawn as he stood in the center of your room. His shoulders were hunched, his head was tilted forward, and he was wringing his hands together.
"Hey, are you okay?" You asked, abandoning your need for a shower and stepping towards him.
"Tell me you don't love me." He said, not meeting your eyes.
"What?" You were taken aback by his words.
"Tell me you and I will never work, that we aren't meant for each other."
"What are you talking about, Len?"
You stepped closer to him, so close you could feel the heat emanating from his body. You tilted your head to look up at him, and he finally met your eyes.
"Give me one reason that you and I wouldn't work." He demanded, looking more angry and vulnerable than anything else at the moment.
"Len, I..." You stuttered, your words getting caught on your tongue.
"One reason." He prodded.
You gulped and pursed your lips in thought. Was there a reason why the two of you hadn't gotten together? Before, in the Academy, it had been timing issues, but now, when you saw each other every single day, there really was no reason to pursue a relationship. But still you hesitated.
"I don't know, Len." You breathed and were surprised to find tears perched on your eyelids.
"What do ya say?" He asked, his voice shaky and you knew he was nervous, putting himself out there like this, "Do you want to give it a try? Give us a try?"
He was everything you wanted in a man. Literally everything. And every nerve ending in your being screamed for you to lean into him, to press your lips to his, to say 'yes'. But your brain is what made you to question it.
"But what if you decide you don't want me anymore?" You questioned, your mind racing at all the possible things that could go wrong, "Could we go back to being friends?"
You stared at your feet, so close to Leonard's, and you nudged his boot with your toe. He nudged it back.
"I don't know." He responded.
"What is Jocelyn going to think of me? What is Jo going to think?" Your mind was going crazy now, out of control, and you started to shake slightly.
"I don't know."
"I don't want this to change anything between us."
"It might."
"I don't think..."
"Don't think. Just kiss me."
And you tilted your head up, his face a breath’s away from yours, looking down in expectation. Your heart rammed inside your chest, so loud that you thought he must be able to hear it.
And then you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. You kissed him softly, hesitantly, at first, unsure of yourself, but when he reciprocated, when his hands came around to press you closer to him, you knew you were done for. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing his lips on yours, deepening the kiss. And for a few intoxicating moments you were a mess of lips and tongues and sticky hands smearing batter all over, not even caring anymore of the mess you were making. Because you were a mess. You two were a mess. This whole situation was messy but at that moment in time you couldn't bring yourself to care.
You pulled away, gasping for air after that heated kiss, and you thumbed his cheek, flashing him a smile as he licked his lips.
"Too much sugar," he teased, referring to the taste of your batter-stained lips.
You laughed, "Careful now, doctor, or you are going to get salmonella poisoning."
Now he smiled and let out a low chuckle, his hands tightening around your waist.
“I’m willing to risk it.” He teased and you pulled him by the back of his neck so your lips met his for another sweet kiss.
"I need to take a shower, I feel disgusting." You stated, wishing you could run your hand through his hair, but you held back because you didn't want to smear dried cake batter in it.
"Mhmmm." He hummed, dipping his head to nuzzle his lips to yours.
In a rare moment of confidence you pulled back, holding his head between your hands and looking him in the eyes, "You want to join me?"
His lips broke into a smirk, "Hell ya I do, darlin'."
The low growl of his voice elicited something deep inside of you and you turned, pulling him by his hand towards the bathroom.
You had to clean batter out of the shower for weeks.
- Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! -
I am going to tag the people who were involved in that thread with Leonard’s laugh: @mccoymostly @outside-the-government @frostedej @yourtropegirl @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @daybreak96 @imagineangryspacegrump
Intro: My inspiration for this piece comes from a nap I took the other day. I was feeling especially anxious and was curled in my bed, trying to take a nap, my arms wrapped around my pillow. You know those pillows that have like arms and are meant to act as like a back rest for when you are sitting on your bed? Yeah I had my arms wrapped around one of the arms and I thought it felt weird (yet very comfortable), like I had my arms wrapped around someone's leg.... and voila! You will see what I mean when you read this.
Pairing: Bones x Reader (I promise more Kirk x reader to come!)
Word Count: 1904
Triggers: Fluff, awkwardness, nothing else
Summary: So basically the preface for this story is that Bones and the reader are classmates at the Academy and have become really close friends, studying together all the time. The reader secretly loves Bones, but doesn't say anything lest he not return the feelings and it ruins the friendship (yes very overdone plotline I know). But one day it all changes...
-Enjoy!-
You felt warm and cozy as you pulled your pillow closer to your face, your arms wrapped around it tightly. Snuggling your face into it you recoiled at the harsh texture of the material digging into your skin. Lifting your head from the bed, you squinted your eyes against the light of the beside lamp and looked around, your eyes landing on a figure lying in the bed beside you.
It was your best friend and fellow future doctor, Leonard, sitting slightly propped up against the headboard, a book in his hand. He noticed you stirring and dropped the book a little, giving you a small smile.
"Good morning, princess." He teased and you could only squint up at him.
It was in that moment that you realized that it was not a pillow that you had your arms wrapped around and face pressed against; it was Leonard's jean-clad leg. You froze in embarrassment, your eyes fully opening now as you realized the intimacy of your position. You had your shins pressed up against the headboard, your knees at a 90 degree angle, and were laying on your side, the front of your body pressed against Leonard, your head near his knees and your arms wrapped around his thigh. Only when you shifted did you realize that he had draped an arm over the back of your thighs, his hand resting on the bed just beside your butt.
You rolled over, quickly pulling yourself from the intimate embrace and sat at the edge of the bed, your cheeks flaming in embarrassment and from the feeling of his arm draped against the bare skin of your thighs. You took in a couple of shaky breaths before turning to face him, pulling your knees to your chest protectively.
"How long was I asleep?" You asked, and rubbed at the sleep in your eyes.
"6 or 7 hours." Leonard responded non-chalantly, looking especially charming in his black-rimmed reading glasses.
"7 HOURS!" You yelped in disbelief and looked at the clock, it was true, it was 7 hours later.
You had come into Leonard's quarters to study with him for the upcoming exam on alien anatomy, and had studied successfully for a few hours before you decided to do some independent reading. You had lain down on your stomach beside him, your face propped up on your elbows, reading, your eyes getting heavy as the words blurred together, and you must have fallen asleep using Leonard as a pillow.
"You got a little bit of drool..." Leonard pointed to a place on his mouth and you immediately began wiping at that area on yours.
Your eyes widened at the thought of drooling on him and you dropped your head into your hands, hearing Leonard's quiet laughter.
"I'm sorry..." You groaned into your hands, "You stayed here for 7 hours? Not moving? You could have woken me up and told me to go back to my room, I didn't mean to keep you here..." You rambled, looking up at Leonard desperately.
Leonard chuckled at your frantic rambling and set his book down on the side table and removed his reading glasses.
"It's alright, darlin', you looked real peaceful and I didn't want to wake you up."
"But you probably haven't moved in hours, I am so sorry, Len." You shook your head but couldn't suppress a small smile as you thought of his kindness towards you.
"Hey, it's alright, alright?" He insisted and threw his legs over the side of the bed to get up and you watched him stretch his stiff joints.
"Ohhh man... you are walking like an old man because of me!" You threw on a sweater that was lying on the bed and dashed to his side.
Leonard just chuckled and shook his head, "I walk like an old man anyways, now lets get some coffee in us, we do have an exam today."
The reminder sent dread through your veins and you walked with him to the small kitchenette in his quarters, "UGH! I forgot about that! And you didn't get any sleep with me stuck to your leg, did you? I feel so bad."
"Stop apologizing." Leonard chided softly and reached for the coffee maker.
You took it from him, "Let me do that, it's the least I can do."
He rolled his eyes and leaned back against the counter in resignation, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you. You felt the heat of his gaze on your disheveled appearance, a baggy Academy sweater on top of short pyjama shorts, your hair probably sticking up like crazy due to your awkward sleeping position.
You never really thought anything of your relationship with Leonard (well that's not true, you thought about it all the time) but you never thought anything would come of it. You'd hinted at it a couple times, but he didn't seem to be responsive and you were too shy and afraid to lose him as a friend to make a move. But the heat of his intense gaze made you think differently and you wondered whether sharing a bed had changed his feelings for you.
You fumbled with the coffee machine, and when you finally pressed the start button, you let out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. You turned to Leonard, whose eyes were sparkling with amusement.
"What?" You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Nothing!" He defended, but the corners of his mouth turned up, "It's just that... that sweater you're wearing, it's mine."
Your eyes widened in shock and your mouth fell open as you dropped your crossed arms and looked down at the sweater you had hastily put on. It was, in fact, Leonard's. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut in self-defeat, as you heard Leonard chuckle. He reached over you and opened the cabinet above your head, retrieving two mugs off the shelf, and set them on the counter.
"I'm sorry!" You sighed and quickly pulled at the hem of the sweater to tug it over your head.
"You can wear it, it's fine!" Leonard insisted as he watching you amusingly.
But you continued to pull off the sweater and in your frantic attempt to remove it you got it stuck on your elbows and you couldn't pull it any farther over your head. You stopped and sighed in resignation, the sweater half off your body, and you were stuck with it tangled in your arms and covering your face.
Leonard laughed heartily now and you tried to kick him in the shins, and you would have fallen over if not for his steadying hands on your waist.
"Help me...." You whimpered softly and soon his fingers hooked on the bottom of the sweater and pulled it the rest of the way off.
You dropped your hands to your side and looked up at Leonard, who gave you a sly grin, your cheeks heating at his sudden closeness as he dropped the sweater onto the counter next to you.
"Sorry..." You repeated, pursing your lips and rubbing your elbow with your opposite hand.
"If you don't stop apologizing I am going to make you stop." Leonard chided.
You tilted your chin up to look him in the eye, trying to stay as confident as possible without melting at his closeness, "and how are you going to do that?."
"I have my ways." He smiled mischievously and winked at you.
You smiled and looked away, so overwhelmed by your longing for him that you didn't trust yourself too look him in the eye lest he see your affection for him written across your face.
You walked over to the small fridge and retrieved a carton of milk and a carton of cream, as you knew he preferred cream, and you preferred milk. As you set the cartons down your shaky hands tipped the milk carton over on the counter and it tipped over to the side, the unsealed top leaking a little bit of milk onto the counter. You swore and quickly snatched up the tipped carton. Leonard had reached and grabbed a towel and set it on the small white puddle. You must have had your face scrunched up in concern because Leonard stepped towards you, and you flicked your gaze up to him.
"No use crying over spilt milk." Leonard grinned.
"I'm sorry." You sighed and looked away, wringing your hands together.
Suddenly his fingers were under your chin, turning your face to his and you stared into his hazel eyes. You heart rate increased as his hand moved from your chin to cup your cheek and you stood there frozen, not knowing what to do with your hands so you kept them in tight balls at your side.
"Will you stop that?" Leonard smiled gently but you could tell he was feeling the impact of your closeness, his breathing quickening, his pupils dilating and his hand on your cheek had a slight shake to it.
"I'm sor..." You started, barely parting your lips to speak when his lips brushed against yours, more like a question than a kiss.
When you didn't respond he pulled back a few inches and looked into your eyes questioningly. The electricity of the gentle kiss made you long for more and you brought your hands to his sides, feeling the warmth of his body through his t-shirt. You stared down at his chest momentarily, distracted by the fact that you were actually touching him like this, like you had wanted to for so long, and when you brought your eyes back to his, you were almost destroyed by the look of longing on his face.
You tilted your head up and met his open mouth with yours, pulling him closer by your grip on his sides. He brought his hands to the back of your neck, drawing you in to deepen the kiss. After several heated moments, he moved his lips from your mouth to your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck and you moaned in response. You brought his head up with your hands, returning his lips to yours and lavishing him with a passionate kiss. He pressed you back against the counter, his fingers now digging into your hips, and as you attempted to moved your hands from his waist to under his t-shirt, your elbow hit one of the mugs that Leonard had set out on the counter for the coffee, knocking it the ground with a smash.
The loud sound startled you from the heat of the moment and you lifted one of your feet to avoid the sharp shards. Leonard pulled you deeper into the kitchenette, away from the broken mug, his hands never leaving your hips and you looked at the shards of mug scattered across the floor.
You lifted your head to look up at him apologetically and opened your mouth to speak but his lips collided with yours, interrupting your thoughts.
"Don't even start." Leonard warned against your lips before moving to press gentle kisses along your jawline.
You didn't hesitate this time and slid your hands under his shirt to pull him closer. He looked down at you and raised an eyebrow before you nudged his lips with yours with a smile. He obliged and raised his arms over his head, and you quickly disposed of his shirt on the ground with the shards of ceramic before running your fingers down his muscular chest. He gave you a mischievous smile and grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up so you sat on the counter, and you flashed him a smile as he stood between your legs and leaned in close. You dove into another passionate kiss, your legs wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer, the broken shards of the mug, spilled milk and silenced apologies soon forgotten.
- Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! This one was fun to write! There is some exciting stuff to come (such as multi chapter kirk fics and potentially some drabbles once I reach 400 followers) so stay tuned! -
Get it? A Million Tiny Pieces That Consume You? I tried to make it a sentence.
Intro: Okie dokie so this was kinda requested by @newhappiness430. You didn’t formally request it but you commented on my other piece asking for a part 2 and I just had to oblige.
Pairing: Spock x Reader (really loving writing Spock)
Word Count: 2070
Triggers: none, Vulcan kiss, a little sadness but some fluff as well
Summary: So this is a continuation of A Million Tiny Pieces (click to read). It is basically just another one-shot with the same kinda relationship between Spock and reader and a few connections between the stories. So this is set just after Spock finds out Spock Prime dies (so I guess set in the Beyond timeline) and he freaks out, but the reader is there to comfort him.
ALSO PLEASE SEND IN DRABBLE REQUESTS HERE IS THE LINK: RAINBOW READING WEEK DRABBLES
ALSO: I snuck in two kinda-references:
1. Hamilton: Meet Me Inside - “Call me son one more time.” I put: “If you call me lieutenant one more time...”
2. Bones (the TV show): Bones: “What do you need Booth? Some time, some space?” Booth: “Just some time.”
-Enjoy!-
You followed Spock into his room, pausing just inside the door as you regarded the clearly distraught Vulcan.
"Spock, what happened back there?" You inquired, stepping into the room and walked over to Spock who stood very rigidly on the opposite side of the couch.
"I was simply explaining my opinion on the matter to the officials." Spock responded, not meeting your eyes from across the room.
"Spock, you were basically screaming at them. Jim had to kick you o..."
"I am aware of what the situation entailed, Lieutenant." He interrupted.
You felt a tinge of anger flash through your veins when he called you by your rank rather than your name, but you decided not to mention it, as he was clearly upset.
Spock and Captain Kirk were meeting with a few Starfleet officials and you had just been passing by when you had heard Spock yelling at the officials. You had paused by the door and you watched Kirk grab Spock by the shoulder to hold him back, motioning him to the door and telling him to leave. Spock had stormed out with an intense look on his face and anger in his eyes and you froze in fear as he rushed past you, nearly knocking you over. You had followed him back to his room to figure out what was wrong.
Now he regarded you with an expression that you couldn't read. You had thought you had gotten pretty good at reading Spock, even though he was Vulcan, but you didn't understand what he was feeling now.
"What's wrong?" You asked.
"Nothing of your concern." Spock assured and you scrunched your face up in an expression of disbelief.
"Bullshit." You challenged and his eyes flicked to yours for a second before focusing back on the corner of the couch.
You felt your blood boil at his nonchalance, so you flopped dramatically onto the couch, directly in the place where he was staring. He blinked a few times, as if just noticing you were there, and finally fixed his gaze on yours.
"Spock, you really scared me back there, I thought you were going to hurt someone." Your voice got quiet. "I thought you were going to hurt me."
His head tilted slightly to the side and he suddenly looked hurt.
"I had no intention to injure anyone, especially you, Lieutenant."
"Don't call me Lieutenant." You admonished but gave him a small smile at his concern for your well-being.
You reached up and rested your hand on his forearm, but he pulled back in a swift movement, tucking his hands behind his back. It felt like he stabbed you in the heart.
"Spock, talk to me." You leaned back into the couch, tucking your feet underneath you.
"I am talking to you." He responded.
You rolled your eyes. Every once and a while his human sass would show it's head. You fell into a tense silence and you watched as he had an internal battle with himself.
"There's something wrong. You can tell me, Spock." You insisted and reached for his arm again, but met open air as he stayed where he was.
"Lieutenant my problems are not of your concern."
You furrowed your brows and pursed your lips, trying to figure out how to get through to him.
"Spock, are we in a relationship?"
His eyes flicked to yours curiously, "According to the definition of the human vernacular, yes."
"Then your problems are my concern." You professed.
He was silent for a minute, before he resigned himself and came to sit beside you on the couch. You reached your hand over and rested it on his forearm, relief flooding through you as he finally allowed you to touch him. You moved your thumb slowly over the fabric of his shirt, stroking soft lines into his arm.
Suddenly you had an idea.
"Lie down."
Spock turned his head to look at you questioningly.
"Lie down." You repeated, "When we were upset as kids, my mom would take us aside and make us lie down so our head was on her lap. Then she'd stroke our hair and make us talk about what was making us upset." You smiled softly at him, "It worked every time."
When he didn't move you shifted your hand from his arm and rested it on his cheek, now stroking soft lines into the skin right under his eye. His eyes closed involuntarily and his breath stuttered at your touch.
"Lie down, Spock." You instructed again and pulled your hand away, his eyes opening instantly at the loss of contact.
Finally he obliged. He shifted so his feet were at the far end of the couch, hanging over it, and his head was nestled on your thighs, his hair brushing the bare skin that wasn't covered by your uniform dress. He looked up to you, his face still an unreadable mask of emotions, and his hands were folded gently in his lap.
You began to run your fingers through his hair, your fingertips parting through the perfectly cut black strands. You watched as he began to unfold beneath you. His face softened at your soothing touch, and his eyes drifted closed. You absently wondered when he had slept last.
After a few minutes of your fingers running through his hair, his eyes re-opened, and he met your eyes, taking in a shaky breath.
"I have just been informed that Spock Prime, myself in the future, has passed away." Spock's voice held a tone of sadness thatt you had never heard before.
The news shook you to the core. That was never something anyone wanted to hear. That their loved one had passed. Well, this was your future loved one, but still.
"Is that why you had that outburst today?" You inquired.
"I believe it is."
You looked down at Spock, who had shut his eyes again and his brow was furrowed, his lips pressed into a tight line. You moved your fingers to the space between his eyebrows and stroked the skin there softly to smooth out the wrinkles.
"I am so sorry, Spock." You apologized and bit back tears.
"It is not your fault, there is no reason for you to apologize." Spock corrected but his eyes remained closed.
"No, It's just something humans say. Like we apologize that you are feeling upset. I am sad that you are sad." You explained as best you could.
"Vulcan's do not express emotions, Lieutentant..." Spock started but you interrupted.
"If you call me lieutenant one more time I am going to rip the bangs off your forehead." You let out a sad laugh before leaning forward and pressing your forehead to Spock's, finally letting the tears fall from your eyes.
You let yourself cry then, but almost smiled when his hand came up to your shoulder, a steadying presence. You stayed frozen in that position, your forehead pressed to his, just feeling his breath tickle your wet cheeks as tears streamed down your face and onto his. You tried desperately to tell yourself that he was not dead. That this Spock, your Spock, was still here, still alive.
"Y/N?" Spock breathed.
You hummed in response, taking in shaky breaths in an attempt to regain control.
"You feel sadness for me, correct?" He asked, his eyes opening and meeting yours, which were less than an inch apart.
You nodded and pulled back, sitting up again, and letting out a few sniffles.
"Why do you choose to feel pain for me?"
The question left you speechless, despite knowing the answer better than you knew your own heartbeat.
"I assumed you would have known." You stuttered, your voice much shakier than you meant it to be.
He looked up at you questioningly now, his face suddenly so vulnerable that you wanted to burst into tears again.
"I have developed feelings of affection for you." You smirked through your sadness.
"You are quoting my own words back to me in an attempt to be amusing." Spock commented with a grunt of appreciation.
You smiled softly down at him, your fingers running absently through his hair, but your lip quivered and a single tear streaked down your cheek.
"Why are you still sad?" Spock inquired softly, his fingers reaching up and catching the tear before it dropped off your chin.
"You died today, Spock. Doesn't that scare you?" You bit your lip hard as you looked down at him, trying to stop the flow of tears.
"Everyone dies Y/N. Therefore fear of death is illogical." He explained robotically, and it made your heart hurt, you didn't know why this was affecting you so much, but for some reason you couldn't meet his eyes.
"But I have learned from my recent escapades with Dr.McCoy that fear of death is what keeps us alive." Spock confided, but he sounded confused and you brought your eyes back to his face, "what does that mean?"
You regarded him for a moment before answering.
"It means that we are kept alive, we are driven to do things, because of the imminence that is our deaths." You quoted something your father had said once, before he passed.
You recognized the look in Spock's eye as admiration and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he said, "Fascinating."
That word alone sent shivers down your spine and you rewarded him with a warm smile, but he still look conflicted.
"Spock, what do you need? Some time? Some space?" You pulled your fingers from his hair.
"If by "space" you imply distance from you, Y/N, then no, that would not help my emotionally compromised state. Just some time to process the situation and its meaning."
You smiled down at him, your fingers finding his hair, and leaned over again, this time pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. You made to pull back but were stopped by a hand firmly placed on the back of your neck.
He brought your face close to his, and you thought he meant to kiss you, but instead he rested his forehead on yours again. He reached up and grabbed your hand, the one that was not tangled in his hair and pressed his palm against yours. You stopped breathing.
You had been hesitant and careful not to grab Spock's hand too much before this, as you knew what it meant to Vulcans to touch hands. But now Spock moved his fingertips to yours, pressing them gently together, as if he was sure and unsure of himself at the same time. Your eyes squeezed shut involuntarily as the emotion of his action rolled into you. You gasped as waves of cool electricity flooded your veins and surrounded your heart, crashing into it like a stormy sea and sending shivers surging through your body. You had never felt anything like it before and you let yourself be consumed in admiration, and fondness, and love.
You smiled now and pressed tiny kisses to his forehead, cheeks and the corner of his mouth. His eyes gleamed before they closed and you pressed your lips softly to his eyelids. After a while your hands drifted apart and you were left with this humming feeling in your chest, a happy hum, something you never wanted to end. You smiled into the comfortable silence that enveloped the both of you.
"Do you want to go get something to eat?" You whispered after a while, the sound of your voice causing Spock's eyes to flick open.
"No, I am very comfortable right now and it would be unpleasant to move."
"Alright." You shifted back in the couch so you were more relaxed.
You tilted your head back, a smile playing at your lips incessantly, and thought that you could probably fall asleep right then and there when Spock's voice broke you from your stupor.
"Would you, perhaps, continue the soothing action you were performing before?"
You blushed and looked down at him, thinking of the kiss, and asked tentatively, "Which action?"
"The action of your fingers in my hair, Y/N, of course." He peeked an eye open, "to which action did you think I was referring?"
"Nothing!" you squeaked and let out a laugh which elicited a raised eyebrow from Spock.
You sprawled your fingers back into his hair, tipping your head back again and resting your other hand on his chest, which he softly wrapped in his own. You peered down at Spock who looked unbelievably calm and relaxed, and you smiled, reveling in the sparks that filled your veins and the wave of happiness that consumed you.
- Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! Spock is one of my favs to write (still behind Kirk and Bones) so there will be more to come! Goodnight! -
Intro: This piece I wrote for @outside-the-government Write Away The Winter Blues Challenge! You get two pieces this week haha lucky you!
Pairing: Bones x Reader
Word Count: 1485 words of unabashed fluff
Triggers: If you don’t like the word “damn” don’t read this lol, no triggers other than that - just FLUFF
Summary: So the prompt for this fic was the picture above (the snowy scene) and the first thing I thought was SNOWBALL FIGHT!! So I wrote a snowball fight (kinda).
- Enjoy! -
"Lee, it's cold!" You whined and dragged your feet in the ankle-deep snow.
"Oh come on, darlin'! We've only been out here for 15 minutes, and I want to see the damn sunset." Leonard huffed and dragged you by your mitten-ed hand.
"Oh soooo romantic!" You taunted, your face scrunched up in protest, "Lee, remind me what a 'damn sunset' is again?"
You toddled along after him as you continued to jeer obnoxiously, "Is it like a regular sunset, but with beavers? Or is it a southern thing, where it is so beautiful that you keep saying 'damn' over and over and..."
Your last word turned into a high-pitched yelp as Leonard turned suddenly and threw you over his shoulder.
"Hey! PUT ME..." You fought and you were cut off again by him sliding you off his shoulders and depositing you into a 4 foot snowbank.
You froze in shock at the icy assault and heard Leonard's hearty laughter. You shifted your head in the deep snow so you could glare at him, but couldn't keep a straight face for long when you saw him doubled-over, laughing.
"Not funny, Lee!" You yelled in mock anger, but now a smile spread over your face.
"Oh, darlin', it looks pretty funny from here." Leonard commented and broke into another roar of laughter.
Snow was now leaking into the neck of your coat as well as into your boots and mittens. You whimpered at the frigid contact.
"Help me out of here, you asshole." You grunted, trying to find ground to push yourself up on.
Leonard swooped over and grabbed you under your arms, setting you back to your feet.
"That was mean." You pouted and looked up into his hazel eyes after brushing most of the snow off.
"I know but I had to get you to shut up somehow." He teased with a smirk, his hands pulling at your coat so you moved closer to him.
The playful, flirty look in his eyes set butterflies aflutter in your stomach, but you were not going to let him win this easy.
You pushed him away as his face neared yours, "I thought you wanted to see the damn sunset."
He turned his back to you and walked a couple steps forwards, his hands in his coat pockets and looked up to the sky and its ever-changing colours, giving you just enough time to stoop down and scoop up a handful of snow.
"Yeah I do, now are you going to cooperate or..." He ranted and as soon as he turned back around to face you, you lobbed the snowball straight for his head, hitting his cheekbone with a thump.
Now you were the one doubling up with laughter at the look on Leonard's face. His jaw hung open in shock, his eyes squeezed closed, and he reached up with a gloved hand to wipe the snow off his face. You straightened up and gave him a toothy grin when suddenly his face changed into a look of dangerous mischief. Your smile abruptly faded as you realized that you were probably going to pay for what you did.
Before he could make a move you turned back the way you came and started running, letting out a high-pitched scream and flailing your arms.
You heard him let out a shout of laughter and yell, "Oh no you don't!"
You ran giggling down the snowy path, the sound of his heavy footsteps behind you. You heard them pause for a moment before continuing, and before you could wonder what he was doing a snowball collided with the back of your head.
You stumbled a few steps and let out a loud gasp of shock before continuing running. But you knew he was faster than you and soon his long legs caught up. You screeched as you heard him growl playfully right behind you and suddenly his strong arms wrapped around your stomach and you lurched sideways, landing in the snowbank again, along with Leonard this time.
The icy air stung your lungs as you gasped in laughter and you heard Leonard laughing along with you, his arms still wrapped around you. You squirmed around a bit in his grasp so you could spin around to face him, looking up into his beaming face. His arms tightened around you and you snuggled into his embrace, the snow acting as a pillow around you.
You brought your hands up to his face to run your fingers through his hair but forgot that you had mittens on, so you just ended up awkwardly patting his head instead. You laughed and shrugged, giving Leonard a look of mock apology. He rolled his eyes, his mouth still stretched into a toothy smile, and he leaned up and bit the top of your mitten, pulling it off with his teeth. You then ran your fingers through his dark hair which contrasted substantially against the pure white snow.
"You're gonna pay for this." You teased.
Leonard arched his eyebrows and made to respond when you tipped your head forward and captured his lips in yours. He instantly returned the kiss, warming your mouth and your insides.
As you kissed him deeper you peeked one eye open, making sure his eyes were closed so you could reach over and grab a handful of snow. You suddenly replaced your lips on his with the icy snow and threw your head back in laughter at the look of amused annoyance on his face.
"Nice. Real classy." Leonard drawled, the fluffy pieces of white sliding down his cheeks.
Your eyes closed in laughter and suddenly his lips were on yours again, except this time the taste of his hot lips mingled with the frigid, wet taste of snow. The sudden change in temperature stung your lips and you pulled back with a shout.
But he had a good grasp on the back of your neck and was now using his face to smear the remnants of snow onto your face. You squealed and tried to resist but it was no use. Finally his lips met yours again and the snowy attack was soon forgotten.
You kissed him until you ran out of breath, until your heart was full, and your fingertips were frozen. You pulled back and tugged on your mitten again, pressing your forehead to Leonard's, the clouds of your breaths intermingling. When daylight began to fade, you took up watching the sky instead, tucked into each others warm embrace, the sky dripping into pinks and oranges.
"What a beautiful sunset." Leonard stated absently, his eyes pointed upwards, as if speaking to the sky itself.
"Damn." You said and heard Leonard's head turn abruptly to look at you in confusion.
You met his eyes with a smirk and a shrug, "You're the one who called it a 'damn sunset'."
Leonard rolled his eyes, smiled, and bit his lip.
"You can be such a damn idiot sometimes." He teased, his gloved hand playing absently with the ends of your snow-dampened hair.
"But I'm your damn idiot." You pointed out, pressing a kiss to the tip of his red nose.
"You're damn right about that." He smiled, pressing another kiss to your mouth, this one hot and heavy.
Your lips felt warm and swollen as he pulled away, "Damn." You noted at the same time as Leonard said, "I love you." and began pressing kisses along your cheekbones as a feeble attempt to warm you up.
"Damn I love you, too." You raised an eyebrow at him teasingly.
Leonard rolled his eyes again and groaned, pressing another sultry kiss to your mouth.
When you began to shiver, whether it was from Leonard's electric kisses or the cold you couldn't tell, Leonard got up, with some difficulty, and pulled you up beside him.
"Let's head home, darlin'." Leonard suggested.
"S-ss-sounds good to m-m-e." You shivered and he pulled you to his side tightly as you began to walk back.
"My coat got dam-p, thanks to you." You said.
Leonard hummed in response and rubbed your arms, not catching your joke.
"You were pretty a-dam-ant about seeing the sunset from the cliff-side, I'm sorry we missed it." You said, enunciating the word this time, hoping he would catch on.
He chuckled, "I'm not."
"I'm glad that you didn't dam-age me, that would have put a real dam-per on our date."
"If you don't stop I am going to dump your fun-dam-ental ass back into the snow" He grumbled.
"That was weak." You gave a triumphant laugh and pulled him tighter, resting your head on his shoulder as you trudged back down the path.
He pulled you closer and you felt your heart warm at his embrace, lavishing in the tingling feeling of the hot blood rushing through your body momentarily.
And that's how you knew that you and Leonard were meant to be, that even when you were damn cold, he could warm you up.
- Thanks for reading! Yes the ending was cheesy but just deal with it haha! Once again this was for @outside-the-government and the Write Away The Winter Blues Challenge! Have a lovely day lovely people! -
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Intro: Okay so I am super excited about this fic, I love it so much and am quite proud of it.
The idea for it came from @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse‘s fic, Imagine Fainting in the Medbay (go read it it is absolutely amazing). So all the credit goes to them for writing the original story, but as I read it one part really inspired me:
“You’d been sent on away mission, and come under fire, and when you finally beamed aboard, all in one piece except for some bruising, Bones had grabbed you roughly by the upper arms and admonished you never to terrify him like that again. And then he’d kissed you. You’d been inseparable ever since”
A story started forming in my head as soon as I read it so I asked if I could use that snippet and make it into a full fic.
Pairing: Bones x Reader
Word Count: 2169
Triggers: being shot at, description of a wound (that’s about it)
Summary: see above snippet from the original story. Because I just took that idea and made it longer and with more detail.
-Enjoy!-
The sound of phaser shots rang out around you and you ducked as one landed near your head, making the stone crumble above you. Adrenaline coursed through you and you felt your heart racing as you attempted to make your way over to the unconscious ensign with a large gash in his chest. He was about 50 feet away when your com beeped. Your eyes continued to survey the scene and you put one foot in front of the other as you flipped open your com, clutching your your med kit to your chest as if it would protect you from the aliens.
"Y/N!" You heard someone shout from the other side of the com.
"I'm here!" You said back, yelping as another shot hit the ground a few feet in front of you.
"Are you alright?" The voice said, and you now recognized it as Leonard.
Leonard, aka Dr. Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer, was your boss and one of the best doctors you ever worked with. As a nurse you were usually under-looked and underappreciated but since the day you first met Leonard, he always respected you and treated you like an equal. Well almost always. And when he didn't you made sure you set him straight.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"Thank the stars." Leonard's voice sounded strained.
You'd become relatively protective over each other, working side by side day in and day out, and the two of you had been through a lot. It felt like he was the only one who understood you, and though you teased each other most of the time, when you were up against a challenge together, nothing could stop you.
"I'm going to beam you up now." You heard Leonard's voice say as you continued forward, now only 10 feet or so from the un-moving ensign.
"NO! Don't!" You yelled into the com, "I am close to Ensign Harley, and he seems really hurt."
"Y/N, damnit, you're gonna get yourself shot!" Leonard yelled, sounding frustrated, "You're in the middle of a war zone for christ's sake!"
"No, Bones, I need to check to see if he is alive." You stated firmly when suddenly you were thrown forward in response to something exploding near you.
You skidded to a stop in the dirt, only about a foot away from the injured ensign. You lifted your head and tested your limbs. No injuries save for a scratch down your forearm and a few bumps and bruises.
You heard loud shouts from the com that sounded like your name and a lot of swear words.
"Bones," You gasped and crawled over to the ensign, "Bones, I'm okay, just got knocked down."
"We need to beam you up now!" Leonard yelled.
"NO!" You shouted when suddenly the com was knocked out of your hand by a phaser beam.
You screamed and scrambled over to the un-moving ensign, quickly pressing your fingers to his pulse. There was none. You moved to begin CPR when you saw the aliens approaching. 3 of them, all dark and shadowy, their phasers pointed right at you.
You froze, unable to move, your hands now soaked in the blood from the young ensign's chest wound. You gulped as one of the aliens stepped into the light, with what could be considered an evil grin on his face. His phaser pointed to your head and you heard it charge up. You squeezed your eyes shut.
Suddenly the ground beneath your knees was not the soft mossy floor of the planet's forest, but instead unforgiving steel, and you were thrown off balance by the absence of the ensign's body beneath your hands. You landed on your side, the room much brighter than the planet had been, and it was all shiny metal and light. You groaned and squinted your eyes against the brightness and were about to attempt to sit up when strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you so you were standing. Your eyes finally adjusted and you saw that you were in the transporter room of the Enterprise, and you were being held up by none other than Leonard's strong arms.
You let out a gasp of relief and spun around, wrapping your arms around Leonard in a hug, and he responded by wrapping his arms around you as well. You soaked in the warmth and protectiveness of him and let a few tears of relief fall down your cheeks and soak into his shirt.
Releasing him you stepped back, feeling a little achy but other than that pretty good. Suddenly you remembered the young ensign you left on the planet.
"Bones! We left Ensign Harley on the planet, I think he was dead but we still can't just leave him there!" You said loudly.
"We already got him out, a few seconds before you came aboard, see?" Leonard explained and motioned towards the door.
You now saw the transporter techs pushing the hover bed out the door, the prone ensign lying on the bed, his chest wound no longer bleeding.
"Damn." You whispered. "How many people did we lose down there?"
"He makes 14, and about 30 came back with serious injuries." Leonard explained, "you were the last one to be beamed up."
"Well then we better get to work." You said and walked in the direction of the door.
"Y/N! You just got beamed off a planet at war!" Leonard yelled and you spun around to face him, "the least you should do is sit down for a while."
"Bones, you said it yourself, there are people with injuries that need treatment, I'm a nurse, you're a doctor, let's go!" You demanded, and looked at him incredulously.
"What are you waiting for?" You questioned, motioning to the door,"I don't even know why you were in here when there are so many wounded out there."
Leonard suddenly looked hurt.
"What's wrong, Leonard?" You asked, this time not as harsh as your previous comments, "you are always reminding everyone else that you are a doctor, so go be one!"
"You almost died!" Leonard said, his voice full of exasperation, "you almost died and you feel nothing about it. You have nothing to say to me about it. How?"
You were taken aback by his sudden sincere question.
"Leonard, I felt everything, and I mean everything, down there. Fear, anger, regret, helplessness. But right now other people need me. Other people's lives depend on me and I need to push those feelings aside for the time being. You are usually the one telling everyone else that, are you alright?" You said, stepping towards Leonard, looking up and tried to get him to meet your eyes.
Suddenly he grabbed you roughly by the upper arms, his fingers pressing into your skin.
You looked up into his face and were surprised to see panic lining his features, his mouth open and his breath ragged. His eyes were sad, though, and he looked as if he might cry as his gaze frantically roamed your features.
"Don't you dare terrify me like that again!" He admonished, his voice breaking.
You furrowed your brow in confusion and suddenly felt hurt and concerned at his behaviour, 'why was he acting like this?', you thought to yourself.
"I'm fine, Bones." You stated, trying to console his panicked demeanor.
"Well I'm not." Bones exhaled, his breath tickling your mouth, making you realize how close his face was to yours.
Before you could respond, his lips were pressed to yours and his hands were knotted into the back of your uniform.
The kiss was gentle but urgent, and you froze for a moment, trying to collect yourself.
You loved Leonard, but never thought that anything would ever come of it, and you were happy being his friend and colleague. But his lips on yours sparked something inside of you that you could feel growing by the second. And his hands pulling you close made you realize that through all the bickering and teasing, the late nights and early mornings spent together, that you had come to trust him more than you trusted anyone else in the entire galaxy.
The heat of his mouth on yours melted your hesitation and your lips parted as you deepened the kiss and dug your fingers into his hair.
The kiss obliterated every thought you had, except for one; that you needed him. And so you kissed him like it was the last thing keeping you alive. Like he was oxygen and you needed him to breathe.
And he kissed you back, his mouth opening to yours and his fingers trailing down your ribs, sending shivers down your spine. Your mouths moved together and you slid your hands down to rest on his chest, digging your fingers into the material of his shirt.
A tear slipped down your cheek before his lips pulled away from yours breathlessly. He slid his hands up to your neck, his fingers resting just below your ears, his thumbs caressing your cheeks.
You met his handsome eyes and felt the spark that had ignited within you moments ago catch fire, as if your love for him had been just waiting for the right moment to burst into flames.
You saw love in his eyes as you gazed at him and you realized that you were looking at him with love too. It was like looking at him for the first time, as if after all you had been through you were seeing a new man.
You were so lost in your thoughts and emotions that you barely heard the sound of the transporter techs returning to the room.
Leonard didn't move away from you like you thought he would have, but instead kept his fingers rested on your neck and traced the outline of your lips with his thumb. His fingers set your skin on fire and a smile escaped you, and his features lit up to return the smile.
As the techs entered the room they paused for a moment, looking between you and Leonard with a smirk, but only for a moment before quickly getting back to work.
You looked back to Leonard, whose face held an unabashed look of longing and happiness, and you nodded in the direction of the door, indicating that the two of you should head out.
When he didn't move, you spoke.
"Leonard, we have patients." You said and tugged at his arm until he walked with you towards the door.
When you were out of sight of the transporter techs, Leonard reached over entwined your fingers with his and you walked wordlessly down the hallway, hand-in-hand.
You looked over at him with a smile and saw he was smiling back.
"I'm glad you're okay, kid." He spoke as he grinned and squeezed your hand.
"Oh don't you worry, I am going to be here to boss you around for a lot longer." You teased and squeezed his hand back.
That made him laugh and it was like music to your ears. As you approached the medbay he released your hand and you walked through the doors into the bustling wing, people running around like crazy.
"Alright, darlin'" You heard Leonard's voice as he suddenly appeared in front of you, "you go sit down in bed 9 and I will be by in a sec to check you out, just after I grab my..."
You interrupted him, realizing that even though everything had changed, he was he same old Leonard, "Like hell I am sitting down! Leonard, I'm fine!"
"You just got beamed off a planet filled with aliens that wanted to kill you, Y/N," He explained, looking very exasperated, "you need to sit down and get checked out, maybe get some fluids into you."
"Leonard. Even you can see that I am much more needed on the floor, helping people, than cooped up in a bed." You argued, and you knew that Leonard knew that you weren't going to back down.
He paused for a moment, as if hoping that you were going to change your mind and comply, before he let out a frustrated sigh and rolled his eyes.
"FINE!" He grumbled, "but if you faint because of dehydration or internal bleeding, I am not saving you."
"Sure you won’t." You said sarcastically, suddenly hearing someone yell "Doctor, we need you!", but Leonard continued to look at you, the corners of his mouth tipping upwards.
You leaned up and quickly kissed his lips as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Let's get to work." You smirked and looked up at him.
"Let's save some lives." Leonard responded with a grin and a wink before dashing into the chaotic crowd, already yelling orders at people.
You stayed where you were for a moment, surveying the busy medbay, and took a deep breath in and out before you smiled. It felt like home.
And you realized that though everything had changed, everything also had stayed very much the same.
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Intro: SO this little (yet not so little) fic was inspired by two things.
1. I saw an ask a little while back before I started writing and it was something about how the reader had an injury and didn’t want to tell Bones and when Bones found out he was mad (I can’t find it again so sorry if that was yours).
2. A line from the song “Aaron Burr, sir” from Hamilton - “He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid!” (lovelovelovelovelove hamilton)
Pairing: Bones x reader
Word Count: 3017
Triggers: none really, brief description of an injury (just bruising no gore).
Summary: Reader has harboured an injury that they don’t want to tell Bones about it. Bones finds out and is angry that they didn’t come to him. Fluff ensues (plus some angst). - wow summaries are hardddd
-Enjoy!-
You were up on the bridge talking to your superior, Lieutenant Uhura, when you heard your name being said behind you.
Recognizing it as the voice of Captain James T. Kirk you spun around dramatically and locked eyes with him, a look of amusement smattered across his face. Looking slightly to his left you spot who Jim must have been talking to about you. Grumpy Doctor McCoy straightened up beside Jim as if he had just been leaning down to speak quietly to him. His mouth stretches into a smile when he sees you, making you smile back, but then it quickly disappears as you know the grumpy doctor never smiles for long.
Setting your eyes back to the now-smirking Jim who is looking mischievously between you and Leonard, you sauntered slowly over to him as he sat is his captain's chair.
"Did I hear you gossiping about me, Jimbo?" You drawled as you neared the center of the bridge where they were.
"Me? No way?!" Jim said in mock defense, raising his hand to his mouth in shock for emphasis, "this guy, though," Jim whispered as he put his hand on the right side of his mouth, cupping it so only you could hear, and motioned to Bones.
Jim's hand was obviously not doing enough to block the sound and you saw Leonard roll his eyes and cross his arms across his chest, turning away from the two of you.
"Really?" You played along with mock surprise, "was he talking smack about me because I can take him, him and all his grumpy doctor-ness."
Jim laughed and though you couldn't see his face you could tell Leonard was smiling as well.
"So how is my favourite not-quite-good-enough-to-be-assigned-to-the-bridge-language-specialist?" Jim teased, his crystal blue eyes sparkling.
You punched him playfully in the arm and he recoiled with a shout.
"I'm doing great, you asshole." You responded snarkily.
It was true, though. You were assigned to the Enterprise to be a secondary language specialist working under Uhura, but your office was down the hall. And Jim never let you forget it.
"How's my captain-who's-blown-up-the-enterprise-on-more-than-one-occasion doing on this fine evening?" You taunted.
"How dare you!" Kirk yelled in mock anger.
You began to laugh but were cut off when Jim swiveled his chair towards you and sharply hit your knee with the arm of his chair.
Under normal circumstances the blow would have made you stumble a little and maybe left a little bruise, but when the sharp edge of the chair hit your knee you dropped to the ground in excruciating pain.
"Y/N?! Are you alright?" Kirk sounded concerned as he jumped out of his chair and knelt beside you.
Pain exploded in your knee and you groaned, clutching your knee and fighting tears that sprung up in your eyes.
"I... I.... OW!" You could barely speak between gasps of breath and yelped when Jim laid his hand on your knee concerningly.
"Bones!" Jim yelled, but the doctor was already kneeling down beside you, med kit in hand.
Jim stood up and went back to his chair, so as not to be in the way, but kept the chair swiveled towards you.
"Alright, let me take a look." Leonard said as he reached for your legging-covered knee.
You yelped in pain as even fingers as gentle as his sent rivulets of pain through your knee.
"Ouch. Sounds pretty bad. Can I pull up your legging to take a look?" Leonard inquired, his fingers already pulling on the stretchy material.
You reached down and stopped his hands with yours. Leonard froze and looked up at you quizzically, your hands still resting on his.
"Can we go back to the medbay first?" You whispered, not quite meeting Leonard's eyes.
Leonard hesitated, either waiting for an explanation or wanting to keep your hands connected as long as possible.
"Of course, darlin'." Leonard whispered back, finally removing his hands from underneath yours.
"Can you walk?" He asked as he slid the med kit back into the compartment he had retrieved it from.
Just the thought of walking made you cringe and want to vomit so you shook your head.
"Guess we're going to have to do this the ol' fashioned way, then." Leonard suggested and suddenly his arms were sliding around your back and under your knees (carefully, of course), and you were lifted off the ground.
You didn't even have time to react before you were swept off the bridge and into the lift. Leonard didn't speak and neither did you as you made your way to the medbay, mostly because you were too busy trying to suppress groans of pain from every movement Leonard made as he walked. You pressed your faces into his chest and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain.
Arriving at the medbay you were pleased to see it wasn't very busy, only a few nurses milling around and two patients lying on the hover-beds.
Leonard took you into a room that was far from the nurses' station and pretty secluded. As he set you down on the bed a few tears fell from your eyes and you wiped at them quickly.
Leonard still didn't say anything but instead quickly spun around and closed the door to the room. He turned back to you and paused, his brow furrowed and his mouth slightly open as if he wanted to say something.
Another wave of pain took over your knee and you whimpered unintentionally.
Leonard strode over and pulled a pair of small silver scissors from a drawer beside the bed. He looked at you, inquiring as to if it were okay to start cutting
You nodded meekly.
As he slid the scissors up the front of your leggings you dreaded his reaction to your injury. The fabric fell away quickly with a few more skilled slices with the scissors and revealed your injury.
Your entire knee swollen and a sickly blue-black colour, especially right above your knee-cap.
You heard Leonard's sharp intake of breath and felt his intense, accusing gaze scan your face. But you wouldn't meet his eyes. Couldn't meet them.
You felt a lump in your throat that indicated impending tears and you willed it to go away.
"Y/N, what happened?" Leonard questioned, his voice sounding like a mixture of disappointment, shock and concern.
"I fell." You responded as convincingly as you could, but you knew you weren't a very good liar and Leonard could read right through you.
"Y/N." Leonard chastised and you hoped he would reach for a medication for the throbbing pain but he just stood there, his arms crossed, staring at you.
The way he was looking down at you made you feel like a small child and anger rose up in your throat unintentionally. You hated when anyone made you feel small and you suppressed your desire to burst into tears and punch Leonard across the jaw. You stayed quiet, shaking with fury and bunching the linens on the bed with your white-knuckled fists.
You finally gave in after a minute of excruciating silence.
"Fine. I went to the bar last week, got uncontrollably drunk and smashed my knee on a table trying to fight this annoying dude." You snapped, much more anger in your voice than you intended.
Leonard's brows furrowed as he finally turned to start preparing some medication.
"And you walked on it for a whole week? Wasn't that painful?" Leonard questioned, opening a jar of salve that he was going to use on your knee.
"Yes but I used my wonderful powers of acting and perseverance to hide the fact that I was in pain. Nobody could even tell." You shrugged, trying to pass it off as nothing, but you knew it wasn't nothing.
"You can be so god-damn stubborn sometimes." Leonard muttered, and you felt your cheeks inadvertently burn with embarrassment, "you should have come to me."
Leonard applied the salve gently to your knee and you flinched in response to the sudden brief pain as well as his warm fingertips. You met Leonard's eyes for a brief second and your heart leapt at the concern that was in his eyes.
"I know. I did a dumb thing. I should have come to you after it happened. Blah, blah, blah medical stuff, I know." You snapped and pouted, tears pressing at your eyes again.
You knew you were acting like a child but for some reason you couldn't stop it.
"How did you get in the fight?" Leonard asked, preparing a hypo.
You had to curse yourself as a tingle spread down your spine when his fingers splayed across your neck for a moment as he applied the hypo.
"Some dude wasn't leaving this girl alone. So I intervened." You explained, suddenly feeling exhausted and rubbing your eyes with both hands, "he was being a real douche-nozzle too."
"Did you punch him in the right jaw by any chance?" Leonard questioned randomly, looking down at you, and you looked up at him quizzically, dropping your hands back to the bed.
"Yeah, actually, and I got a good kick to his gut as well," you squinted your eyes, "how did you know that?"
Leonard huffed out a laugh and shook his head as if something amusing had just happened before he explained, "he came into the medbay last week for his injuries. Told everyone he got into a bar fight and that 'you should have seen the other guy."
You were speechless. What an idiot! You were suddenly very glad you had gotten the better of him.
"I'm glad that you got the upper hand, though." Leonard laughed at the incredulous look that was on your face and a laugh escaped you as well.
Leonard's eyes gleamed and he seemed proud that he had made you smile. He worked in silence for a minute before saying, "But it was pretty dangerous, Y/N."
Heat flooded through your veins again and you wished he had just left the matter alone.
"I know, stupid me, protecting some innocent girl from a disgusting guy, real dumb." You snapped again, your anger flaring up and you glared up at Leonard darkly.
When he didn't respond you crossed your arms in front of your chest, as if protesting the silence that ensued. For several minutes you just listened to the sounds of Leonard putting his equipment away. You sat there, fuming from embarrassment at telling your story, but thankful as the pain and some of the swelling subsided from your knee.
When Leonard finished up putting the equipment away he turned slowly and sat on the edge of the bed, twisting so he faced you.
"I don't think you're stupid." Leonard whispered, trying desperately to meet your eyes, his hand finding and gently resting on your ankle.
The words echoed in your head and you knew he was being sincere, but you were still irritated from the recent events so instead of thanking him you snapped, "yes you do!"
Leonard looked taken aback and he removed his hand from your ankle, making you instantly regret your words.
You suddenly felt very vulnerable, lying there in front of him, so you swung your legs over the bed, hopping off on the opposite side from Leonard. Pain shot through your knee, dull compared to the pain before, but you had to steady yourself on the rail of the bed for a moment. You limped towards the door but didn't get far before a hand wrapped around your wrist and spun you around.
"Stop, Y/N!" Leonard said gruffly, and anger was now evident in tone, "what did I say? How the hell do you get so mad so fast?"
Leonard didn't drop your wrist and you stood there, shifting your weight to your good leg. You didn't know why you were so quick to react to everything all the time. You were never good dealing with your own feelings and you usually turned to anger and lashed out when you were confused or conflicted about them. It was like a protective mechanism that switched on and off like a light-switch. Now was no different. You pulled your wrist from his grasp roughly.
"You know why I didn't come and tell you right away? Because I didn't want you to think I was an idiot. It was a stupid thing to do and I just couldn't bear to tell you. I try so hard to get you to like me, but you are so blind! When I am with you I feel stupid, like I can't control myself. It's so damn frustrating because I want to be around you, but I feel so dumb every single time. Like I can't get it right." You exploded at Leonard, not in control of your words, "I am not stupid and it's just infuriating how you think that I am less than I am. Because I am not less. I am more. " You paused, your tongue freezing and you were confused at your own words.
Leonard didn't say anything either, just stared at you with a blank expression.
"Where was I going with that?" You blurted, racking your brain for the purpose of your rant, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your uniform.
"I don't know where you were going with that but I hope it was somewhere like this."
Suddenly Leonard was standing close in front of you and you lifted your head to look up at him just in time for his lips to crash onto yours and his arms to wrap tightly around your waist. Shock kept you from responding or reciprocating the sudden embrace. Leonard felt your lack of movement and pulled back a few inches, his hands not leaving your waist, forehead resting on yours. Finally your hands obeyed your command and fell to rest on his shoulders, fingers shaking as you rested them on the fabric of his shirt.
"I couldn't think more of you if I tried, darlin'." His voice was gruff and his breath was hot on your mouth,"I think you are worth more than all the stars in the galaxy, I am sorry if it seemed I thought less."
You brought your hands to his neck and suddenly you understood why you acted the way you did. Being around Leonard brought the worst out of you because you have feelings for him and your automatic defense system was to hide those beneath a layer of anger and stubbornness.
You smiled at your understanding and Leonard smiled back. For once you let all these feelings and emotions settle on you and you pressed your body closer to his without fear.
You licked your lips and met his eyes, near centimeters from your own. A single tear inadvertently slipped down your cheek and you felt him pull back and release one hand from your waist so he could wipe the tear away but before he could you pulled him forward and pressed your lips to his again, your heart surging with emotion.
He wrapped his arms around you tightly and you responded by digging your fingers into his hair, your chest pressed flush against his. A moan escaped from your mouth as he moved his lips from yours and trailed kisses down your jaw, before returning to your mouth. His body was heavy against yours and a sudden pang of pain from your knee shocked you out of the heat of the moment and you pulled back a few inches, raising your knee so no weight was on it.
Leonard instantly responded by scooping you up like he had when he carried you to the medbay, like a bride, and cradled you against his chest. You reached a hand up and guided his face to yours and your lips met again, this time much less urgent and much more gentle. You stroked his cheek as he kissed you deeper now and you lavished in the feeling of his hands on your bare leg and back.
He walked over and settled you on the bed, never leaving more than an inch of space between you, and he leaned over to kiss you again, his hands cupping your head and bringing your face towards his. When you were only a breath apart you heard a laugh that didn't belong to either of you.
Leonard sprung off you and you both swung your heads towards the door.
Jim had somehow entered the room without either of you noticing and now was grinning by the door, a look of triumph on his face.
You and Leonard looked at him dumbfounded and Jim laughed again.
"I was going to make a joke about patient-doctor privileges, but the looks on your faces is enough for me." Jim laughed heartily, but a gleam in his eyes showed that he was proud and happy for the two of you.
You looked over to Leonard and he looked back at you. You couldn't stop a laugh from escaping you as well at the look of Leonard's face, his lips red and puffy and his hair sticking up at weird angles as a result of your fingers that had run through it. The expression on his face looked like he had just awoken from an excellent dream and was trying to adjust to reality. You thought you must look the same, if not worse, and your face fell into your hands in embarrassment.
All three of you laughed and you felt Leonard's hand reach for yours, his fingers brushing your cheek as you entwined your fingers with his and pressed a few soft kisses onto his knuckles.
You looked up to him fondly and smiled, your heart full of emotion, and this time you didn't feel any of the anger or frustration you usually did.
"Well I am going to give the two of you some privacy and a piece of sound advice." Jim’s voice cut through your thoughts and you saw Leonard roll his eyes before you turned your attention to Jim.
"Lock the door next time."
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Triggers: None. Just a blanket fort and fluff for days.
Summary: You and Jim are in a relationship and he has been working very hard for the last few weeks so you decide to surprise him with a gift (may or may not be a blanket fort) - fluff ensues.
ALSO: lots of fluff.
-Enjoy!-
"Y/N! Where are you? I really don't have time for this!"
You heard Jim's voice traveling through the bookshelves before you saw him. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for him to find you.
"You know, I am the captain of this ship and I really ought to be getting back to the Bridge." Jim stated again, sounding slightly exasperated.
Finally his yellow-shirted form appeared around the corner of the bookshelf and he stopped at the end of the aisle, looking at you with a mix of confusion and surprise. You spoke before he could.
"James Tiberius Kirk, will you shut up for once in your life?" You ordered, a smirk on your face.
He looked at you through furrowed brows, his mouth partially open and he looked like he was going to say something but was frozen.
"What is all this?" Jim asked, when he finally found his words.
You smiled, "a present for you!" You exclaimed, "you have been working so hard lately so I thought you deserved a break."
Jim still didn't smile back. You wanted to punch him for it.
"So you made me a blanket fort?" Jim questioned, his face suddenly looking very tired and weary and you wanted to go up to him and smooth the worry lines off his face.
You turned your back to him and faced your creation.
"Exactly!" You exclaimed as you proudly surveyed the layers of blankets and mountains of pillows that laid before you, strung between two bookshelves.
You spun back around to face him and you caught a glimpse of amusement that crossed his face, but it quickly settled back into a frown.
"Come on now, don't just stare at it! Lets get in!" You said and reached for Jim's hand to pull him forward.
He took a few steps in the direction of the fort but stopped and resisted your pull.
"Listen, Y/N, this is really sweet and all, but I don't have time for this." Jim began, entwining your fingers with his for a second before letting you go. "We are just about to intercept a signal..."
"A signal from a planet that you and the Bridge team have been working so hard to get for the past few days, I know." You reported, crossing your arms against your chest again and looking at Jim sternly.
"How..?" He began to question but you interrupted.
"I talked to Uhura and Spock." You explained, "They agreed that you needed a break from work for a while, as well as Bones has been harassing me about you not sleeping. They said that they don't think the signal will come through for a few days and if they get it they will com you."
"I really should be there." Jim looked apprehensive but you could tell he was about to give in.
"Should you? Maybe." You said and walked up to him, tipping you head up and leaning into him, your crossed arms resting just below his, "but I worked really hard on this and they said they've got everything covered over there. You trust them, right?"
Jim hesitated before dropping his hands to his sides so you weren't leaning on them anymore, and now you stood just a few inches apart.
"I do." He sighed.
"And you trust me?" You asked, his crystal blue eyes abruptly finding yours.
"Yes." He stated.
For a long tense moment both of you said nothing, just stood there, straight-faced, looking into each others eyes.
Suddenly your face broke into a big smile and you grabbed his hand, entwining your fingers with his.
Finally he smiled back and squeezed your hand.
"Fine. You win." Jim stated, rolling his eyes and flashing you a goofy grin.
"YAY!" You all but squealed and tugged at him to follow you into the fort.
The two of you crawled in, the fort large enough for both of you to sit up in and stretch your legs out.
"This really is spectacular, Y/N." Jim stated, his arm settling around you and pulling you closer so your sides touched.
"Thank you. I thought so too." You said and tilted your head back so you could smile at him, his hand squeezing your hip quickly and his face breaking into a grin.
"Where did you find these lights?" Jim questioned, referring to the string of white lights that hung between the bookshelves, illuminating the fort.
"Weird enough, I found them in Chekov's locker." You said absently and you felt Jim huff out a laugh.
"And what on earth were you doing in Chekov's locker?" Jim asked, his hand finding yours and he began to stroke your fingers.
"That's top secret information." You stated with a nod.
"Hmm... I see, but as your captain don't you think I should know about any top secret things that are occurring on my ship?" Jim teased.
You didn't respond. You were too mesmerized by his hand on yours that you couldn't find any words. After a pause of silence, Jim brought your hand to his mouth and brushed a kiss across it.
"Thank you, Y/N." He spoke softly, "I really mean it. No ones ever taken the time to do something like this for me, not in a long time anyways, and I really appreciate it. I just have been so busy lately. I'm sorry I haven't made more time for us."
"It's alright, darling," you spoke, now beginning to stroke patterns into Jim's hand, "I'm glad you like it."
Jim shifted, settling back into the pillows and stretching his legs out, now lying on his side and you tucked yourself into his body, his hand now drawing tantalizing circles on your back.
"I love you, Y/N." Jim whispered.
You lifted your head to look at him, his face inches from yours.
"I love you too, Jim." You whispered back and leaned forward to press you lips gently to his in a short and sweet kiss.
His face broke open into a smile and tugged you in for another kiss, this one more long and luxurious than the last.
You pulled away after a moment, taking in the fine details of his face, including the dark circles under his eyes and his now drooping eyelids.
"Darling, how long has it been since you got a good night's sleep?" You questioned and reached one hand up, stroking the dark circles gently and he closed his eyes at your touch.
"...'mm a while." Jim responded sleepily and yawned, his eyes remaining closed.
"My poor overworked baby." You soothed, his hand that was stroking your back beginning to slow.
He looked so peaceful right then, but couldn't help yourself and leaned in and pressed your lips to his softly, feeling his tired lips press into yours.
Pulling away you whispered, "I didn't mean for us to fall asleep in here, like I brought a picnic basket with some food and a bottle of wine I also swiped from Chekov's locker..."
Jim's lips crashing into yours cut your words off. You leaned into the kiss but it only lasted for a moment before Jim pulled his head back, keeping your foreheads touching.
"Shhhh... babe, ..'nyou talk to much.." Jim's words slurred sleepily, his eyes remaining shut as if he couldn't keep them open.
He pulled you closer and you complied, snuggling into his chest, and you felt his breathing slow as he fell asleep.
Finally, in one swift motion you reached up and tugged the string lights out of the plug, immersing the fort into a soft darkness.
You smiled to yourself as you rested your head against Jim's chest, deciding that you were, in fact, the best girlfriend ever.
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