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Popping by before work
Well, though I got canceled for part of my shift I've just found out I've got to drag myself in for the rest of it. I was able to get some sleep today, so that's a plus.
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bridge2sickbay ficlets below! This week's theme was Spring!
Prompt: McCoy, Joanna - Playing in the sprinklers
Family Matters
His daughter, Leonard mused, had an incredible sneaky streak in her.
He truly hadn't expected Joanna to appear from the corner of the house wielding the hose and douse him with chilly water the moment he'd cleared the porch. Jim was supposed to be entertaining her with the lure of an afternoon spent running through the sprinklers, after all, and Joanna's hero-worship of the man was usually enough to keep her amused while Leonard finished reviewing the rarer of his case-files with Starfleet Medical so he could be free to enjoy their shoreleave.
In this case, however, Jim was lying in the grass in the shade of the large tree by the side of the house and Joanna was shrieking with laughter as she sprayed him repeatedly and skillfully evaded his attempts to snatch either her or her weapon of choice. By the time Leonard managed to capture Joanna, they were both soaked to the skin and breathing heavily, both from exertion and unrestrained laughter. Leonard sent his daughter inside to gather up some towels for each of them, and went to gather a few supplies himself before walking over to Jo's supposed caregiver.
Gazing down at Jim, recumbent in the grass in a partial snooze, Leonard has a pretty good idea where she'd picked up her new skills.
Jim cracked one eye open and grinned when he found Leonard standing above him. ″Having fun, Bones? You're dripping a bit there.″
Leonard smiled and picked up the bucket sitting at his feet, upending its cold contents all over Jim's sputtering, goose-pimpled form. ″Bones!″
As Leonard examined the yard for his best escape route, he had to admit that perhaps Joanna's devious nature wasn't learned entirely from Jim.
***
Prompt: Uhura, Gaila – Butterflies
Jeweltones
Nyota knew that Gaila had initially been doubtful of her claims of the fun that could be had visiting the Florida Museum of Natural History. This was Gaila's first visit to the state and her idea of checking out the sights had tended towards sunbathing, drinking, and flirting. Preferably all at the same time.
Though Nyota wasn't against that form of entertainment for part of their break, she wanted a little variety, as well, so she'd bargained, cajoled, and bribed Gaila for her agreement to accompany her down to Gainesville. Once there, Gaila had trailed Nyota through the various exhibits without complaint and listened dutifully as Nyota read some of the informational plaques aloud. More than once Nyota caught Gaila's gaze on herself rather on the surrounding displays, causing an enticing warmth to fill her each time.
It was when they'd stowed their bags and stepped into the bright, warm dome of the butterfly rainforest and Nyota saw Gaila's eyes widen and her mouth flash into a smile that Nyota knew she'd chosen correctly.
For the next hour they wandered slowly through the paths of the dome looking between greenery at shy birds and on flowering plants for fluttering butterflies. Arms around each other, they leaned against the railing of a bridge, gazing down into rippling water to see brightly colored fish and watch turtles sun themselves on branches and rocks.
Nyota wandered off to try and capture a vid of a large, bright blue butterfly as it made its way from perch to perch, and when she turned around she nearly lost her breath. Gaila stood perfectly still in the sunlight, arms outstretched and eyes closed, and several butterflies had landed and nestled into her shining red curls and on her clothing, wings flapping lazily. Nyota raised the camera again and snapped several photos in succession.
She wouldn't miss this for the world.
***
Prompt: Pike, McCoy - Spring Fever
Spring Fever
″I've heard it said, Doc, that there are some people who are very sensitive to the changing of the seasons and the number of hours spent in the sun.″ Chris groaned as he shifted position, hips quivering, and his jaw worked as he clenched his teeth against the onslaught of sensation. He took a deep breath in an attempt to regain some semblance of reason, as well as to keep himself from keening loudly and announcing their presence to anyone wandering by the barely-concealed and not-at-all private balcony of his office.
″Those people generally feel an increase in energy, vitality,″ Chris groaned softly as he buried his hands in soft brown hair and pressed himself upwards, searching for relief that was denied him over and over again. ″And sexual appetite. You ever heard of this phenomenon?″
Mouth otherwise engaged, Leonard merely hummed his agreement, causing sparks to shoot up Chris' spine and his fingers to clench convulsively in Leonard's hair. God, I love Spring.
***
And now I am going to get ready for work and pack my lunch up. Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go...
PS: Anyone want to write me Kirk/McCoy comment fic/comment porn to cheer me up when I get home in the morning?
bridge2sickbay ficlets below! This week's theme was Spring!Prompt: McCoy, Joanna - Playing in the sprinklers
Family Matters
His daughter, Leonard mused, had an incredible sneaky streak in her.
He truly hadn't expected Joanna to appear from the corner of the house wielding the hose and douse him with chilly water the moment he'd cleared the porch. Jim was supposed to be entertaining her with the lure of an afternoon spent running through the sprinklers, after all, and Joanna's hero-worship of the man was usually enough to keep her amused while Leonard finished reviewing the rarer of his case-files with Starfleet Medical so he could be free to enjoy their shoreleave.
In this case, however, Jim was lying in the grass in the shade of the large tree by the side of the house and Joanna was shrieking with laughter as she sprayed him repeatedly and skillfully evaded his attempts to snatch either her or her weapon of choice. By the time Leonard managed to capture Joanna, they were both soaked to the skin and breathing heavily, both from exertion and unrestrained laughter. Leonard sent his daughter inside to gather up some towels for each of them, and went to gather a few supplies himself before walking over to Jo's supposed caregiver.
Gazing down at Jim, recumbent in the grass in a partial snooze, Leonard has a pretty good idea where she'd picked up her new skills.
Jim cracked one eye open and grinned when he found Leonard standing above him. ″Having fun, Bones? You're dripping a bit there.″
Leonard smiled and picked up the bucket sitting at his feet, upending its cold contents all over Jim's sputtering, goose-pimpled form. ″Bones!″
As Leonard examined the yard for his best escape route, he had to admit that perhaps Joanna's devious nature wasn't learned entirely from Jim.
***
Prompt: Uhura, Gaila – Butterflies
Jeweltones
Nyota knew that Gaila had initially been doubtful of her claims of the fun that could be had visiting the Florida Museum of Natural History. This was Gaila's first visit to the state and her idea of checking out the sights had tended towards sunbathing, drinking, and flirting. Preferably all at the same time.
Though Nyota wasn't against that form of entertainment for part of their break, she wanted a little variety, as well, so she'd bargained, cajoled, and bribed Gaila for her agreement to accompany her down to Gainesville. Once there, Gaila had trailed Nyota through the various exhibits without complaint and listened dutifully as Nyota read some of the informational plaques aloud. More than once Nyota caught Gaila's gaze on herself rather on the surrounding displays, causing an enticing warmth to fill her each time.
It was when they'd stowed their bags and stepped into the bright, warm dome of the butterfly rainforest and Nyota saw Gaila's eyes widen and her mouth flash into a smile that Nyota knew she'd chosen correctly.
For the next hour they wandered slowly through the paths of the dome looking between greenery at shy birds and on flowering plants for fluttering butterflies. Arms around each other, they leaned against the railing of a bridge, gazing down into rippling water to see brightly colored fish and watch turtles sun themselves on branches and rocks.
Nyota wandered off to try and capture a vid of a large, bright blue butterfly as it made its way from perch to perch, and when she turned around she nearly lost her breath. Gaila stood perfectly still in the sunlight, arms outstretched and eyes closed, and several butterflies had landed and nestled into her shining red curls and on her clothing, wings flapping lazily. Nyota raised the camera again and snapped several photos in succession.
She wouldn't miss this for the world.
***
Prompt: Pike, McCoy - Spring Fever
Spring Fever
″I've heard it said, Doc, that there are some people who are very sensitive to the changing of the seasons and the number of hours spent in the sun.″ Chris groaned as he shifted position, hips quivering, and his jaw worked as he clenched his teeth against the onslaught of sensation. He took a deep breath in an attempt to regain some semblance of reason, as well as to keep himself from keening loudly and announcing their presence to anyone wandering by the barely-concealed and not-at-all private balcony of his office.
″Those people generally feel an increase in energy, vitality,″ Chris groaned softly as he buried his hands in soft brown hair and pressed himself upwards, searching for relief that was denied him over and over again. ″And sexual appetite. You ever heard of this phenomenon?″
Mouth otherwise engaged, Leonard merely hummed his agreement, causing sparks to shoot up Chris' spine and his fingers to clench convulsively in Leonard's hair. God, I love Spring.
***
And now I am going to get ready for work and pack my lunch up. Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work I go...
PS: Anyone want to write me Kirk/McCoy comment fic/comment porn to cheer me up when I get home in the morning?