Bonbon, with Explosions (Star Trek XI, PG-13)

[browngirl]

Title: Bonbon, with explosions.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG-13 at most.
Pairing: Captain Jim Kirk / Dr. Leonard 'Bones' McCoy
Summary: Title tells it, really.
Content Advisory: Shipfic, silliness, schmoop
Acknowledgements: This is another smidge of commentfic for jim_and_bones for a photopost (as ever, visible only to members).
Disclaimer: None of these characters or their settings belong to me.
Author's Note: It's Big Bang season! So I'm posting little bonbons of commentfic while I [attempt to] work on longer, more serious tales.



Jim started planning what he'd say as soon as he pushed himself up off the ground. He's been rehearsing it the whole walk back. He draws in a breath before he reaches the shuttle, so he actually manages to get out, "It's not as bad as it looks --" before Bones lands on him in an angry whirlwind of healing.

"Lord Almighty, what happened to you?" Bones shouts over Jim's explanation, grabbing his head and staring into his eyes, one after the other. "Are you bleeding? Are you injured? Don't tell me you're fine."

"I'm fine," Jim says in unison, and Bones glances up from patting down his chest to tilt a quick glare at him. "It's not blood, I'm fine. When I touched those purple fruits they blew up and I fell out of the tree--"

"You fell?" Bones glares into Jim's eyes again, harder this time, then grabs a penlight and shines it, ow, into his left eye, then his right. "How far?"

"Fuck, it's not like I had a measuring tape, maybe a few meters, I'm fine, that -- eep --" as Bones squeeze-ruffles down his sides, checking his ribs, "that tickles!"

"There's probably a crater from your hard head." Bones lets up to shove the light back into his pocket, for maybe three heartbeats while Jim tries to get his shaking sides back under control. Then he grabs Jim's head again and kisses him this time, roughly and gracelessly and gorgeously. "Damn fool," he mutters warmly against Jim's mouth.

"Damn fool Captain," Jim says, because he can, curling his fingers around Bones's wrists, smiling into those jade-and-amber eyes as Bones's breath brushes his face. "Come on, there's a stream maybe 200 meters back, and I could wash this stuff off."

Bones regards Jim with crinkle-foreheaded intensity for a moment, pink tongue peeking over his lip, and Jim gleefully hopes for licking to commence until Bones snaps, "If there's nothing poisonous wiggling along the bottom or suspended in the water." He lets go of Jim to pull out his tricorder the way a lesser man might unholster a phaser. "Maybe on the way we can find some dessert that doesn't explode."

Comments

[boosette.livejournal.com]

"Exploding space quince? On MY captain? More likely than you'd think."


Oh this is awesome and sticky and gorgeous.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Thank you.

*licks Jim*

[joyshine.livejournal.com]

"Then he grabs Jim's head again and kisses him this time, roughly and gracelessly and gorgeously. "Damn fool," he mutters warmly against Jim's mouth."

This RIGHT HERE is why I <3 Bones...your Bones, specifically. Thank you for this.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*beams* Thank you! I really love that kind of gruff tenderness, and McCoy has it in spades.

[zauzat.livejournal.com]

Your Bones is gorgeous and exploding dessert does seem very Kirk!

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Thank you. :)

[ivorysilk]

This adorable and hilarious.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*curtseys* Thank you.

[ivorysilk]

It is, of course, entirely possible that my comment may have made more sense if I'd included an actual verb ... this ficlet was, however, still lovely on re-read!

[sail-aweigh.livejournal.com]

I love the penlight! Who cares if Bones has a tricorder, the older tech is more reason to put his hands on his boyfriend. Hee.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Precisely! Besides, I had a recent experience that impressed upon me how tactile good doctors have to be, so.

[leftarrow.livejournal.com]

YAY DELICIOUS EXPLODING BONBON!!!

The angry whirlwind of healing and the "fine" in unison are completely perfect. You've captured them as wonderfully as always, even in a delightfully bite-sized little fic.

*thinks happy thoughts about the rest of the away mission*

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*beams* Thank you, brighteyes. I do so love them.

[savvierthanu.livejournal.com]

Yaaaaaaaay love!

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

I love how they love each other. :D

[therumjournals.livejournal.com]

crinkle-foreheaded intensity

yes. i can see it. i love it. :-)

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*licks those forehead crinkles*

[savoytruffle.livejournal.com]

hee! i love the angry whirlwind of healing.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*giggles* That was a darling I decided to let live, and it's rewarded me.

PS I have your Big Bang cued up and ready to go...

[elvenpiratelady.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. Only Kirk, right? Who else could be attacked by fruit exploding on them? Other people have already mentioned the 'angry whirlwind of healing' and that's Bones in four words, but I loved the 'ow' in "Bones glares into Jim's eyes again, harder this time, then grabs a penlight and shines it, ow, into his left eye, then his right." - it's just a little reminder that we're in Kirk's POV and he is slightly injured, and it's just a little flash of a reminder very similar, appropriately enough, to getting a torch shone in your eye, and I know I just explained that very confusingly but hopefully you understand. (I believe that sentence is far too long.)

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Eee, THANK YOU! That's exactly why I put that 'ow' in there. Your comment made me do a bouncy dance of writerly joy. :D