...- cut her some slack, the last person to fuck her was a guy at the last Federation Space Station and that was eight months ago.) The position is easier to get in now, puberty having culminated in a pair of long legs that she'd seen even Spock ogling now and again. She smirks at the thought of the tiny hint of green that'd colored his features when she'd caught him. She still wonders if she could...
...tossed to the side and a new pair replaced them, and Jim wondered if it were bad that in the twenty minutes he'd sat beside his Communications officer, his best friend had already gone through three pairs as he worked on Jim's mate. How much blood could a Vulcan lose before his heart gave out from hypovolemic shock? All at once, however, the entire staff of the surgical bay stopped what they were...
disclaimer. Not mine. Never have been and I'll only ever be playing in the sandbox. title. Ceremony of Innocence rating. Adult/Mature (R/NC-17) pairing. Kirk/McCoy summary. Later he would be...renewed anxiety. He let a minute go by once Jim finished as well, still absorbing what the man hadn't chosen to say. Almost of its own accord, Bones' hand settled back on Jim's shoulder and he spoke
disclaimer. Not mine. Never have been and I'll only ever be playing in the sandbox. title. Different rating. PG for some cursing Pairing. Kirk/Spock summary. Sensory overload, Spock had first... Legally they only need to remove ninety-seven-point-five percent of the caffeine to call it decaf.” Jim grinned in response and listened as she dropped off into one of her plant-related lectures
disclaimer. Not mine. Never have been and I'll only ever be playing in the sandbox. title. Later rating. R/NC-17 pairing. Kirk/McCoy summary. Scrubs are apparently a kink for Jim Kirk. notes...still wearing his goddamned briefs, but he couldn't bring himself to care. It was just... overwhelming and he grunted as he finally came in spurts down Jim's throat, fingers wound in sandy blond hair
disclaimer. Not mine. Never have been and I'll only ever be playing in the sandbox. title. Laceration rating. Adult (R) for Content pairing. Kirk/Spock summary. All of his Starfleet training...mattress. Smiling as he translated his bedmate's words from Vulcan to Human, Jim pressed a kiss to the hand he'd wound his fingers in. “Yeah, I promise I'll try better to avoid getting my ass kicked.
disclaimer. Not mine. Never have been and I'll only ever be playing in the sandbox. title. Ceremony of Innocence rating. Adult/Mature (R/NC-17) pairing. Kirk/McCoy summary. Later he would be...Miss Jennie.” “I'll make sure to let her know you're to see her before you return to quarters.” She nodded unconsciously, then pressed a button on the biobed control panel. “Get some rest, Ensign.
...been preparing. He could almost feel the heavy weight of the blanket that George had thrown over him before leaving for his shift. He was drawn back to the present by the clearing of a throat, a pair of blue eyes locked with his and she told him, “You'll live. Which is good, because beating an injured man goes against most of my principles.” “Most?” He asked with the corner of his mouth quirked...
disclaimer. Not mine. Never have been and I'll only ever be playing in the sandbox. title. Contra Spem Spero rating. Adult pairing. Kirk/McCoy summary. Hope against hope. warnings. NOT a...earlier position, and reveled in the glowing aftermath before eyes began to slide shut and bodies curled around each other. Life had been re-affirmed and they slept, the nightmares held at bay
... He stood and began to pace, his eyes trained on his feet as he rubbed his temples to try and soothe the oncoming headache. Sharp between his eyes, the pain came anyway; he shoved his feet into a pair of non-regulation shoes – black sandals his mother had given him with the remark that in a crisis, they were faster then boots and better than being barefoot – and took off for, well, someplace else...