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gmtaslashTitle: Following Orders
Author: Trojie
Fandom: Star Trek (2009)
Rating: M
Notes: A Kirk/McCoy fic this time. Apparently my brain thinks Captain Kirk really, really is the world's biggest flirt. Based on the moment that made my slashgoggles start flashing red exclamation marks at me - Bones and Spock's argument on the bridge re: marooning Kirk. Particularly Bones's lovely use of animal imagery. OH THE SNIGGERING I HAD TO HURRIEDLY CHOKE DOWN IN THE THEATRE. Anyway, dedicated to Bridget, with much love.
It was a brand-new day on an almost brand-new Enterprise, and her pretty-much brand-new captain had just heard some veeeeery interesting talk from Chekhov and Sulu. So interesting, in fact, that he thought he'd better do a little fact-finding mission before leaving spacedock. He headed, whistling cheerfully, to a certain crew-member's suite. He didn't bother to knock. This particular door was never closed to him.
'Rumour has it you referred to me as a stallion,' said Kirk as the door closed behind him. Bones looked up.
'Aren't you supposed to knock before entering a crew-member's private quarters?'
'Probably. Anyway, what's this you told Spock about me being a stallion? I thought doctors weren't supposed to kiss and tell.'
'That's ladies. Doctors take the Hippocratic Oath. There's a difference.' Bones stood up and folded his arms. 'Anyway, Jim, I wouldn't get too overexcited; Spock said you had to be broken before you could be of any use.'
'Is that a fact?'
'It is.'
'He was your captain at the time, Bones, you ever think you oughtta've carried out that order?' The look Kirk shot Bones was pure mischief with a side of horny - the look he usually shot him when they were alone, in fact. Bones was extremely familiar with it.
'Might've crossed my mind, Jim,' said the doctor blandly. 'Why?'
'Oh, no reason,' said Kirk airily, draping himself against the wall and inspecting the back of his hand nonchalantly. This pose had the side-effect, entirely calculated, of canting his hips out just so, and exposing a decent stretch of neck. Bones coughed.
'If there's no reason, then perhaps you'd better get yourself out of my quarters and onto the bridge.' And out of my sight before I start thinking I should take you up on more of your stupid suggestions. Because I don't think either of us want your first officer to get antsy about his captain's location again - I still can't look anyone from Security in the face...
'We've got two hours before we have to let our fine lady here off the leash, so c'mon, Bones, show a fellow some hospitality.' Kirk pushed off the wall and sauntered over to his Chief Medical Officer. He wrapped his arms around Bones' shoulders.
'I should be doing my rounds-'
'I need medical help,' Kirk said, tone of voice suddenly becoming serious. 'I've got an elevated heart-rate and some ... unusual swellings.' His eyelids fluttered and he licked his lips slowly. 'I think I need a thorough examination.'
Bones ducked out of the embrace. 'I prescribe some alone time with a box of tissues,' he said severely, but he couldn't help the grin. 'I don't have time to play doctor with you, Jim.' He turned around to grab his communicator in preparation for leaving for Medical when Kirk grabbed him from behind, palming his groin.
'I think it's catching,' the captain said hoarsely in Bones' ear. 'You're definitely showing symptoms.'
'Nothing that can't be dealt with,' Bones managed to say in a creditably steady voice, given Kirk had managed to wriggle two fingers down past the fastenings on his trousers.
'I agree completely.'
'Not by - nyargh.'
Kirk started steering them towards the bedroom. 'I'm calling a quarantine situation,' he said. 'Complete bedrest for all victims.' His breath was hot in Bones' ear.
'You're the captain, not a medical staff member. You can't call a quarantine.' Bones grunted as Kirk dropped him on the bed and started to work, enthusiastically, on removing his trousers.
'Very well, I order you to. Dammit Bones, stop talking,' Kirk complained.
'You're compromised by your illness, I can't take your orders,' said Bones, grabbing the wriggling captain and rolling them over. He straddled Kirk's hips and looked down, smirking.
'What?'
'So, you fancy yourself a stallion,' mused the doctor.
'You said it, not me,' said Kirk, attempting to roll his hips up against his lover. Bones leant down to brush his lips over Kirk's ear.
'I don't think I'm the man you want,' he whispered.
'Huh? Bones, what are you talking about?'
'Well Jim, y'see ... I'm a doctor, not a veterinarian.'
Author: Trojie
Fandom: Star Trek (2009)
Rating: M
Notes: A Kirk/McCoy fic this time. Apparently my brain thinks Captain Kirk really, really is the world's biggest flirt. Based on the moment that made my slashgoggles start flashing red exclamation marks at me - Bones and Spock's argument on the bridge re: marooning Kirk. Particularly Bones's lovely use of animal imagery. OH THE SNIGGERING I HAD TO HURRIEDLY CHOKE DOWN IN THE THEATRE. Anyway, dedicated to Bridget, with much love.
It was a brand-new day on an almost brand-new Enterprise, and her pretty-much brand-new captain had just heard some veeeeery interesting talk from Chekhov and Sulu. So interesting, in fact, that he thought he'd better do a little fact-finding mission before leaving spacedock. He headed, whistling cheerfully, to a certain crew-member's suite. He didn't bother to knock. This particular door was never closed to him.
'Rumour has it you referred to me as a stallion,' said Kirk as the door closed behind him. Bones looked up.
'Aren't you supposed to knock before entering a crew-member's private quarters?'
'Probably. Anyway, what's this you told Spock about me being a stallion? I thought doctors weren't supposed to kiss and tell.'
'That's ladies. Doctors take the Hippocratic Oath. There's a difference.' Bones stood up and folded his arms. 'Anyway, Jim, I wouldn't get too overexcited; Spock said you had to be broken before you could be of any use.'
'Is that a fact?'
'It is.'
'He was your captain at the time, Bones, you ever think you oughtta've carried out that order?' The look Kirk shot Bones was pure mischief with a side of horny - the look he usually shot him when they were alone, in fact. Bones was extremely familiar with it.
'Might've crossed my mind, Jim,' said the doctor blandly. 'Why?'
'Oh, no reason,' said Kirk airily, draping himself against the wall and inspecting the back of his hand nonchalantly. This pose had the side-effect, entirely calculated, of canting his hips out just so, and exposing a decent stretch of neck. Bones coughed.
'If there's no reason, then perhaps you'd better get yourself out of my quarters and onto the bridge.' And out of my sight before I start thinking I should take you up on more of your stupid suggestions. Because I don't think either of us want your first officer to get antsy about his captain's location again - I still can't look anyone from Security in the face...
'We've got two hours before we have to let our fine lady here off the leash, so c'mon, Bones, show a fellow some hospitality.' Kirk pushed off the wall and sauntered over to his Chief Medical Officer. He wrapped his arms around Bones' shoulders.
'I should be doing my rounds-'
'I need medical help,' Kirk said, tone of voice suddenly becoming serious. 'I've got an elevated heart-rate and some ... unusual swellings.' His eyelids fluttered and he licked his lips slowly. 'I think I need a thorough examination.'
Bones ducked out of the embrace. 'I prescribe some alone time with a box of tissues,' he said severely, but he couldn't help the grin. 'I don't have time to play doctor with you, Jim.' He turned around to grab his communicator in preparation for leaving for Medical when Kirk grabbed him from behind, palming his groin.
'I think it's catching,' the captain said hoarsely in Bones' ear. 'You're definitely showing symptoms.'
'Nothing that can't be dealt with,' Bones managed to say in a creditably steady voice, given Kirk had managed to wriggle two fingers down past the fastenings on his trousers.
'I agree completely.'
'Not by - nyargh.'
Kirk started steering them towards the bedroom. 'I'm calling a quarantine situation,' he said. 'Complete bedrest for all victims.' His breath was hot in Bones' ear.
'You're the captain, not a medical staff member. You can't call a quarantine.' Bones grunted as Kirk dropped him on the bed and started to work, enthusiastically, on removing his trousers.
'Very well, I order you to. Dammit Bones, stop talking,' Kirk complained.
'You're compromised by your illness, I can't take your orders,' said Bones, grabbing the wriggling captain and rolling them over. He straddled Kirk's hips and looked down, smirking.
'What?'
'So, you fancy yourself a stallion,' mused the doctor.
'You said it, not me,' said Kirk, attempting to roll his hips up against his lover. Bones leant down to brush his lips over Kirk's ear.
'I don't think I'm the man you want,' he whispered.
'Huh? Bones, what are you talking about?'
'Well Jim, y'see ... I'm a doctor, not a veterinarian.'
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:29 am (UTC)I still can't enjoy slash, but you're right that Kirk is a total flirt.
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 08:32 am (UTC)I dare you to write him flirting with that guy. Just because said security guy obviously hates him :P
(Also, I'm ridiculously pleased with myself. I managed to hunt down good Trek pics and make icons in less than an hour. And avoid my essay.)
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:34 am (UTC)... I'm going to, aren't I ...
You should be proud! You made me SQUEE :D
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:35 am (UTC)I'm in the mood for tempting, even if it wouldn't be me who gets the full enjoyment out of it...
Oh, wait, here's an idea. How about a flirtfic that fails. Kirk's brain might explode from the shock. :P
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 08:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 08:40 am (UTC)She doesn't actually, like, *attack* people who make errors in their posts ... otherwise I'd've been summarily shot years ago :P
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:41 am (UTC)But... I don't think Spock equates to Mr Darcy. Not exactly.
Hmm. Now I'm forming in my mind a mental group of Those Who Managed To Escape Kirk. It's a very small group.
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 08:42 am (UTC)It's a very small group. I think there's actually a crew roster for who he's sleeping with. It's the only way to avoid fights.
(I did actually steal that concept from the illustrious authors of BagEnders, but we won't go there ...)
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 08:45 am (UTC)Austen's writing isn't as great as it's made out to be, I think. I couldn't get into it until after I'd seen the Keira Knightly movie and had a visual setting in my head, but even then... It's just too different a time. *shrugs* It's good, certainly, but just not going to make my favourites list.
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 08:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 08:48 am (UTC)The story that gave me the idea. Not smutty, very silly, makes me snort beverages out my nose. Fandom is 'Enterprise', the prequel Star Trek series, but I've never seen it and still find the fic hilarious. Y'know, just in case you're interested and still trying to procrastinate.
I just can't bring myself to care about her characters. I cannot get into their heads, I cannot understand their motivations. I have no problem with acknowledging that it is Great Literature And I Am Not Worthy, provided that no-one ever expects me to try to read it ever again.
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Date: 2009-05-16 08:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 08:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 08:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-16 08:52 am (UTC)*thinks about some of the books that are currently selling out and shudders at the thought that they could come to be the next generation's historical literature stuff*
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Date: 2009-05-17 03:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 04:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 06:10 am (UTC)Dr. McCoy is obviously possessed of the Tricorder of Snark, artifact (Divine providence, Chaotic Good): adds +3 to saving throws against intimidation/seduction checks.
Yes, I just made that up on the spot. Yes, I am an enormous geek and a role-player.
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Date: 2009-05-17 06:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 06:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 06:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-17 06:44 am (UTC)*giggles*
Date: 2009-05-23 05:26 am (UTC)Re: *giggles*
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Date: 2009-05-24 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-24 02:06 am (UTC)