Forbidden Fruit (Kirk/McCoy PG-13)

  • Oct. 31st, 2010 at 6:52 AM
emiliglia: (kirk/mccoy)
Happy Halloween, everyone! :)

Title: Forbidden Fruit
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Word Count: 635
Warnings: UST, unbetaed
Summary: Apple bobbing comment fic that I did yesterday for [livejournal.com profile] jim_and_bones.

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"Do you have any idea how unsanitary that water probably is?"

Jim levels him with that cheeky smirk that Leonard's come to interpret as I'm totally humoring you right now. "No, but I bet you're going to tell me. Want to run a tricorder over it?"

Leonard huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and trying not to look too obvious about the fact that he would be if he had one. He's sure the fact that the tank exists is violating all sorts of health codes, but that's not keeping most of the bar's patrons, Jim soon to be included, from sticking their heads in it. The only reason Leonard can even slightly understand the desire to try is the free drink if you manage to get an apple.

"Here, hold this for me. I don't want to get it wet," Jim's saying, and Leonard finds himself with his hands full of Jim's leather jacket.

"Want me to hold your purse, too?" Leonard asks, trying to look anywhere but at the way Jim's arms are straining against the sleeves of his T-shirt, and when Jim tilts his head back and laughs, his arms stop being the distraction as the column of Jim's throat is exposed.

Jim's bouncing on his heels, rubbing his hands together like he's trying to pep himself up, like he needs more pep. "Feel free to time me, Bones." He drops to his knees next to the tank, hands clasped behind his back as he contemplates the apples floating in front of him for a moment before sticking his face in the water.

"I'm not intervening if you start drowning," Leonard grumbles, dropping bodily into a nearby chair. Some girl in a highly inaccurate and inappropriate nurse's uniform smiles at him, but Leonard ignores her. He can't see the sex appeal in a profession that usually ends up with the people in it getting covered in all sorts of questionable body fluids.

There's a brief, cut off cheer that has Leonard looking back at Jim. Some of the other patrons seem to be interesting in watching, cheering when his mouth finds an apple and actually sounding like they care when Jim can't get a grip on it. Leonard can see Jim's jawline working, the tendons and muscles in his neck stretching as he chases after an apple that brushed the tip of his ear. Then, of course, there's the way Jim's ass is up in the air as he's kneeling across the tank, but before he can really appreciate the view, there's more cheering and applause as Jim stands up, a red apple firmly clamped between his teeth.

He immediately faces Leonard, the corners of his eyes crinkled with triumph, and they only look brighter with the way the water has darkened his eyelashes. Jim takes a victory bite out of the apple, which has the crowd cheering again, but the novelty seems to wear off quickly as they turn back to their own groups, no longer interested in sharing Jim's success.

"So how long did that take me?" Jim asks, running his hands through his hair and sending water droplets flying through the air.

"You're an infant," Leonard responds, needing to order a drink more than anything as at some point his mouth has gone dry. He scowls when Jim takes another bite of the apple. "You're not actually going to eat that, are you?"

"You're just concerned because you love me," Jim replies, his mouth full of partially chewed fruit and lips red from pressing against the apple skins.

Leonard slaps the apple out of Jim's hand, hoping he won't continue to eat it now that it's been on the floor, and tries not to think too hard about how precisely Jim has hit the nail on the head.


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