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( closed ) how about you and me

who: Jim Kirk & Leonard McCoy
what: a failed dinner date surprise
when: now
where: their place, shared housing
warnings: gross domesticity, probably some smooching and general self-indulgent shippy stuff. will update if need be!

All in all, Jim had liked the flower festival a little more. Granted, he'd still been getting used to life in Riverview then, but the mood in general had been livelier and more festive. Not that people were in any way sadder or more unpleasant, but there was definitely a lingering feeling of grief and loss that just didn't sit well with him.

Most of the aspects weren't really up his alley, so he skipped on a lot of it. He accepted any lanterns only so he wouldn't be rude, but he didn't share any stories, he didn't hang any lanterns. He was honestly debating on whether to send a single lantern down the river in a few days, but he had time. Until then? There was one tradition he could get behind, at least.

Or... well, try his best, anyway. Because cooking really wasn't a strong suit of his.

He organized himself so that, hopefully, it wouldn't be too disastrous. Choosing a recipe: check. Buying ingredients: check. Getting some little decorative items just to set the mood: check. Oh, and a cute fancy apron (fundamental, clearly): check.

It all seemed fairly straightforward. He set up the table for two, simple but with a couple of candles and a small jar with flowers, the rest of the flat tidied up to near perfection. And it would've been perfection if it weren't for the fact that halfway through keeping an eye on the meat roasting in the oven, he let the rice burn and stick to the bottom of the cooking pot, and by the time he took care of that there was an even stronger smell of something burning in the air. He opened the oven and— ah. Great. A curtain of smoke right into his face that quickly enough spread through the rest of the flat.

Windows open, Jim was currently using a kitchen cloth to force the smoke out, looking a bit like a mess from having to deal with the disaster of his cooking attempt. Bones shouldn't be back so soon, though, so he could still try to get them takeout. Wouldn't be as special, but it'd have to do— and that way Bones wouldn't have to see the complete mess Jim had made of the kitchen, or the charred roadkill that should've been their dinner.

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He didn't like that, not one bit. Not that he really had the right to be upset right now, because Bones was right. The thought of the doctor laying down his life to save Jim or anyone else upset him more than he could even comprehend, and yet he just sat here huffing and rolling his eyes at Bones for being bothered and worried about Jim's tendency to do that whenever he knew people were in danger.

It was more than just a little hypocritical of him. When it came down to it? He knew he couldn't ask the doctor to stop worrying, nor to stop expressing that worry. He also couldn't tell him that he'd stop risking his life for other people's sake, as that would be a lie. The most he could do was promise he'd do his very best to be as careful as possible, so he could hopefully come back unscathed every time.

Well, a little more unscathed than dead by radiation poisoning, at the very least.

He sighed, quiet but deep, when Bones seemed to let the topic go. Shoulders relaxing, he tipped his head in a nod, smiling as he poked at the meat on his plate. "Alright, I'll give you my word. I'll do my very best to come back to you in one piece."

"S'all I ask." And it would be. It wouldn't be right of him to ask more than that. Just lease to worry and at least acknowledged for having to deal with that pain and worry. But he would never ask Jim to change, so it was something he just had to live with. That's what he got for falling for the big damn hero. Not that he regretted it even a little bit. Relationship like this or not.

Returning to eating, he took a few more bites before pausing. "So, what you wanted to do after dinner... are we stayin' in or goin' out?" He angled his head slightly before taking a drink of lemonade before returning to his food. He was pretty damn proud of the food though. It turned out well for having to improvise. That made it better. Made him realize he'd done right by Jim.

"Thanks for dinner, by the way. It was an amazin' surprise."

After the whole afternoon planning and preparing their dinner (and failing miserably), Jim was pretty damn hungry, so once he turned his attention back to the food, he took to eating it rather quickly. He hummed around one or two mouthfuls, washing it down with some lemonade, though he slowed down at Bones's question, waiting for his mouth to be empty before he spoke up.

"Staying in." That was about all he would say about it, though. Bones would just have to wait— although there shouldn't be a whole lot more waiting, now that their plates were mostly clean. He did scrape up the last bits of meat and rice, though, finishing it all up before he sat back and a little more upright.

"Oh, dinner's not over yet," he said as he stood up, picking up both their plates to take them to the kitchen. "Sit right there and wait for a bit, will ya?"

Well, staying in would make it easier whatever it was Jim had planned. So he really didn't think much of it and went back to his food. He was just finishing it up when Jim got up from his seat. Setting this silverware in the plate, he watched as Jim swept up the plates and moved toward the kitchen. "Not over, huh?"

Resting an elbow on the table, he craned his head to watch Jim out of curiosity even as the blonde went out of sight. "You know, I could help. Hope you're not tryin' to get me a second helpin'." He wasn't really hungry for more of the main course, but he knew Jim could get pretty hungry sometimes.

Though, he was dyin' of curiosity as he waited for Jim to come back.

Jim just hummed as he disappeared into the kitchen, setting the plates down on the sink. Bones could likely hear him move around for a little while, opening and closing the fridge door, then a couple of drawers, and after a short while he made his way back out with a couple of dessert plates with some pretty delicious-looking chocolate mint tart.

"Full disclosure, I didn't bake these. Obviously." He couldn't even manage roasted meat. "Got them on this really nice pastry place. This little leaf of mint, though? That was all me."

He grinned like that was something to be proud of, setting one of the plates down in front of Bones and handing him a fork and knife.

The stint of curiosity finally ended, he moved back in his chair to look at the little dessert tarts with a smile. Whether or not Jim actually made it was beside the point. It still made him smile and send Jim a warm amused look. "Did you now? Looks like you can add culinary chef to your list of titles, dalrin', cause that mint leaf just does it up right pretty."

Well, it did. But he was more teasing than anything else. "Not to mention all the health benefits of mint leaves." Nevermind they topped likely pure sugar and the like. Not that he minded. He could really enjoy pastries thanks to his ma's cooking. Taking the fork and the knife, he set then down before catching Jim's arm to pull him down so he could kiss him.

Granted, he was careful of not making Jim drop his own plate, but right then, he just really wanted to touch him. And that lingering kiss was just not quite enough. "So..." Tipping his head, he brushed their lips softly before finishing that statement. "Would I be a horrible person if I robbed you of that plate and dragged you into my lap? I don't see a label that says you have to be in you own chair to eat it."

He actually sort of expected Jim to say no. It was pretty forward for him... but really. Jim being on the other side of the table felt a little like a tragedy to him at the moment.

Jim huffed and snorted at that tone, rolling his eyes a little. "Yeah, you bet. I might not be able to even cook some decent rice but I'd make one hell of a food stylist," he said in a lilting tone, not the least bit serious. "You know me. I'm all about health benefits." One of the advantages of dating a doctor. Probably. Not that Jim put those mint leaves there because of that.

Letting Bones tug him closer, he leaned down across the table to kiss him, setting his plate down blindly on the table so he wouldn't make a mess. His hand moved to cup Bones's cheek, and once the kiss broke, he stared at the doctor for a few seconds at the request. A little unusual, Jim would give him that— but no, he wasn't particularly inclined to deny Bones that.

Smiling right after, he stood a little more upright and rounded the table, nudging Bones's chair so he scooted back a little, then he took a seat on his lap, legs draped to his side, one arm wrapping around his neck while the other picked up a fork and cut out a corner of the tart. "Open up," he hummed with an amused lilt, lifting the fork with the piece of the tart and holding it up to Bones's mouth.

A low soft chuckle escapes him as Jim made that declaration. The warmth stayed clear in his eyes even when Jim stated he was 'all about health. He knew that wasn't exactly true, but he did let Leonard force healthy things on him when he tried. Really, he did appreciate when Jim tried for him.

And maybe he shouldn't be so surprised that Jim took him up on that offer. Nor should he like it so much to wrap his arms around the other's waist as he made himself comfortable. What amused him most, however, was that sudden fork Jim raised to his lips. Arching a brow at him, he tipped his head a little and relented to being fed. At least once, right?

Taking the bite, he took a moment to savor it and couldn't help looking slightly impressed. "Damn... that's pretty good. But you know, you don't have to feed me." Wrapping his arms a little tighter about Jim, he released one to catch the other's hand. "'Less you want me to return the favor, of course."

It wasn't the kind of thing Jim usually did; actually, he had never done it before, but honestly, he kinda liked it. So maybe it was a little silly, but he still hoped it wasn't the first and last time they did it. Lap sitting and all.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to, he shrugged, tugging his hand away from Bones's so he could pick up another piece of the tart and hold it up again, waiting for him to wallow the bite he had in his mouth. "Sure, let's do that next. You first, though."

"Every time I think you can't get any damn cuter, you blow my mind with something like this." Really, he pictured a lot of things Jim would do or try, but this really hadn't been one of 'em. Not that he was complainin'. Leonard found the notion cute, actually. But he didn't even do something like this when he was married, and he was kinda glad he hadn't.

"You know, I believe in fairness. You not gettin' to try somethin' this good is a shame." Keeping his eyes on Jim, a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. "Guess I'll just have to share another way."

Pulling his hand away, he carefully took the next bite in his lips while his hand slid to the back of Jim's neck. Wanting his head just a little to the side, he dared to offer the bite almost like offering him a kiss.

"I love it when you call me cute," Jim hummed with a smile and a near chuckle, fingers brushing along the shell and back of Bones's ear, while with his free hand he kept feeding him the dessert. Which, to be fair, he was intent on seeing through to the last bite, but clearly the same couldn't be said for Bones.

He rose an eyebrow at that, lips curling into a wider and more amused smile as Bones held up the piece of the dessert with his teeth. He didn't need the encouragement but he welcomed that hand curled around the back of his neck anyway, and he tipped his head down and took that bite from him, taking it into his mouth and lingering for a little while just to steal a chaste kiss from the doctor's lips.

"Mm... that is very good."

"Do ya now? I'll have to remember that." A shiver slipped down his spine at that touch and God, he enjoyed that too much. The arm still about his waist tightened just a little, fingers curling in the material of Jim's shirt slightly. Really, too much about Jim Kirk just wasn't fair, but he wouldn't have him any other way.

That and his creative mood to try to ridiculous earned him that smile so he was much happier. If he'd not been trying to flirt in the most ridiculous way possible, he might've smiled more himself. Not that it mattered much when Jim gave in so easily to the idea. Granted that soft kiss that followed it made him smile far brighter than he really thought himself capable of as he stole another kiss after those words.

"See? And you thought I'd let you miss out. Not to mention it tastes pretty good on you as well." Not that he got much a taste, but close enough. Slipping the hand on Jim's neck up into his hair, he tangled his fingers a little in the strands. "I can't tell if you're lucky or not that you're the first I've been this sappy with."

Leaning close still, he nipped and licked lightly at Bones's lips, lingering for a while before finally pulling away. Not that he was planning on moving away anytime soon, obviously, but he still wanted to get them through dessert, even if it meant eating it this way. Admittedly, it wasn't very practical, and Jim likely would've though it silly before, but now they were doing it, he was kind of enjoying himself. A little too much, even.

Unwinding his arm from around Bones's neck, he picked up the plate from the table with his now free hand, so he didn't have to turn away each time he wanted to get another forkful of the dessert. He did just that now, lifting it up to Bones's lips, then getting a bite for himself afterwards.

"Feeling pretty lucky right now, for what it's worth," he hummed, eyes glinting in amusement as he smiled at Bones. "Should we just eat the rest of the dessert like that, then?"

The sound he made was almost a purr as he leaned in to Jim as he licked and nipped at his lips. Reaching up, he cupped one of his cheeks in his hand as it slid from his hair. The pad of his thumb smoothed over his cheekbone gently before he chuckled. Watching Jim grab up the plate so they could keep eating, he happily followed along with Jim's trading out turns for bites.

"Yeah? It's worth quite a bit." Smiling just a little, he arched a brow and shrugged his shoulder just slightly. "To be perfectly honest, I'm not against eating that way. It has its perks." Namely getting stray kisses and touches in between, or during. Or both. "What do you want to do, darlin'?"

"Mm," he hummed around a mouthful of food, swallowing down before speaking up. "I think you just like me in your lap." He wiggled his hips rather pointedly as he said that, raising his eyebrows then winking at Bones. Not that he could talk much, because he enjoyed it just as much, but then again he hadn't meant it as an accusation. Far from it, really.

"Don't know," he shrugged, cutting up another corner of the tart, this time taking it up to Bones's lips. "What do you mean? Aren't we doing something right now?"

"Damn right I do. But if you keep wigglin' like that this is goin' to end up a big mess." Curling his fingers around Jim's hips, he pulled him closer just slightly pressing them closer. A shiver ran up his spine as he took a slow deep breath. "Then again, I just like you close."

Even before they took it to a new level, he'd preferred to be in the other man's space and vice versa. It felt natural. Now it was just an impulse and desire. "I meant did you want to feed each other like that." Slipping his hands up his sides, he tipped his head back to look up at Jim quietly just a moment. "But I mean, is the tart all that's slated for dessert?" Okay, that he drawled out just enough to let Jim know he didn't mean food...

Rather, he let his eyes draw over Jim's form before lifting back up to look at him with a vaguely amused and suggestive gaze.

"Mess of what kind, exactly? Because I've gotta tell you, I have a pretty good grip on this plate," he shot back at Bones with a crooked grin and a teasing wink, mouthing a big piece of the chocolate tart.

He knew very well what Bones was talking about, though. Not that the doctor was being particularly subtle right now, but then Jim always did like that. Subtlety had its advantages, of course, but he was always more of a fan of getting straight to the point. And besides, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like Bones looking him up and down with that much intent.

"Don't know... depends on what else you've got an appetite for," he murmured suggestively himself, leaning in to ghost his lips over Bones's, though not quite kissing him.

"Hm..." He let his eyes drift down to Jim's lips and along the line of his jaw to sweep along his neck. "Well, I really did enjoy feeding you. But if it did fall from the plate or fork, it might just be a good idea to clean it up. Or maybe I should just be honest and say I'd have no issue purposely getting chocolate on your skin and cleaning it up for you." He could be more hinting instead of blunt, but he found he just preferred make it clear what he wanted...

And since Jim was asking... "Well, I'm feelin' a need for six feet of gorgeous blue eyes and blonde hair with a lack of self preservation instinct, but a mind, heart and soul that can make me fall apart. Think you've got something like that around here? Cause it would be a shame if you didn't." His fingertips softly walked up the line of Jim's spine as his eyes continued to look him over, every angle and curve he could see and even those he simply remembered.

He only drew his own eyes back to Jim's as he felt that lips against his but not quite kissing him. But god, that felt even better in some ways in that moment. "How 'bout you, darlin'? What do you want?"

Of all the things Jim would've expected from Bones in the past, this had sure been a surprise so far. A pleasant surprise, of course. The way he spoke, direct but low and smooth and all too suggestive, sent a thrill right down Jim's spine, and it took everything in him not to just shiver as those fingers danced up his back.

He slid his eyes closed for a moment, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, wetting his parted lips before moving again. He turned only enough to set the plate back down with what little was left of the tart, freeing up his hands so he could turn back to the doctor and cup both sides of his face.

"You're so sweet," he said, with a tone that was both happy and surprised, a small grin taking up his face. He leaned in closer, kissing Bones softly, then nipping and licking at his lips in light and languid motions. "You can have... whatever you want."

Possibly he should feel bad about getting them off course. Jim had plans for them tonight and it seemed he was derailing those at this rate. He felt slightly bad about that, but feeling bad got difficult when Leonard could feel Jim shiver under his touch or watched him lips his lips. Everything Jim did was drawing in his attention like a moth to the flame.

And lord knows, when that plate was put aside and those hands cupped his face, he bout forgot what he was feelin' guilty for. The doctor tried to keep his eyes on Jim's, but they slipped down to those lips as they pulled into a grin while he moved in closer. Tipping his head, he smiled a little at being called sweet.

Then those last words sent a shiver down his spine. Licking at his lips, he brushed Jim's with the slight motion before finally finding his voice to speak. "Funny... all I want is you." Nipping softly at Jim's lower lip, he pulled him closer with his hands pressed against his lower back. "Hope you're good with that."

Jim was yet to complain about having his plans thwarted, so really, Bones shouldn't be feeling guilty at all. Especially when Jim seemed just as happy with this turn of events as Bones himself was. Either way, they had time. It was still pretty early and even if they ended up just making out for a while, well... plenty of time to do anything else they might want to. Up to and including picking up Jim's plans where they'd left off.

Not that he had any sort of grand plan for tonight, really.

"Mm... on one condition," he hummed, stealing soft pecks from Bones's lips, since distance apparently wasn't a thing that was happening anytime soon. His hands moved up and his fingers slid along the shell of Bones's ears, fingertips brushing down the soft skin behind them. Then, he promptly added in a singing voice, lilting a little as he looked a breath away from bursting into a giggling fit. "If you got me, then baby I got you..."

Tipping his head into those hands, he ran his own along his sides and down over the curve of his ass to squeeze lightly. God, Jim always managed to look utterly good enough to eat. Metaphorically speakin' of course. Drawing him closer he licked at those lips and returned each of those kisses not really wanting to pull away even when Jim leaned back just a little.

He could see that mirth bubbling up in his expression and he couldn't help arching a brow in curiosity as the other seemed to fight to repress a laugh. Then both of his eyebrows rose up as Jim sang that line. And god, even if Jim had the voice of a goddamn angel, he still couldn't stop the huff of a laugh that escaped him.

It wasn't really amusement, more that he just felt the most ridiculous surge of warmth in his heart and chest that fluttered about like butterflies. "Yeah you do." He said the words softly and moved to kiss along Jim's jaw so he could whisper in his ear. "Had me for a long while now."

Well, it was kinda hard to resist the urge to pull that reference out of nowhere. He was a bit surprised Bones recognized it, though. Then again, the doctor probably spent enough time around Jim to pick up on a lot of classical culture references. Even ancient ones from 300 years ago.

"Then I'm good," he murmured softly, closing his eyes and tipping his head a little towards Bones, lips curled into a smile. Bones's breath tickled against his ear and neck, but despite the light shiver that it spread through him, he didn't move away, instead curling both arms around Bones's neck. "You got me, too."

Leaning away then, he turned his head a little so he was facing Bones more properly, then canted his head and pressed his parted lips to Bones's, tongue dragging across the doctor's own lips to coax them to part for him so he could deepen the kiss.

Bein' around Jim and well, also likin' those things a bit himself as a kid. He knew it and got it, which made it a helluva lot easier to follow Jim's train of thoughts at times. Or just enjoy some of the same things. And needless to say, he really liked listening to Jim sing along or dance to those classic tunes.

Curling his arms about Jim's waist, he smiled at him slowly. "Do I?" Nipping at his ear, he drew back just enough for Jim to wrap his arms about his neck. "Damn lucky, then."

Fingers curled into the fabric of Jim's shirt as those lips found his. It also didn't take long for Leonard to part his lips and pull Jim's tongue into his mouth to suck on it softly before letting him have free reign. Pushing one hand up Jim's back, he played with the hairs at the nape of his neck before they disappeared into his hair, tangling about silken strands.

Jim pressed in closer and slotted their mouths together the moment Bones parted his lips, tongue swiping past them and brushing against his own tongue. He let out a hum at both that sensation and the feeling of those fingers sifting through his hair, spreading a warm, soft shiver all across his body.

He shifted slightly on Bones's lap, but not too much or too suggestively. One hand moved up to brush through short dark strands, pads of his fingers dragging along the doctor's scalp, while his other hand curled into a fist into Bones's shirt. Jim had no intention of pushing for more just yet, but this was pretty nice. Just kissing and holding each other close.

Not something Jim was all that inclined to doing with anyone before. There was always a purpose or ultimate goal when he'd kissed someone in the past, but with Bones, the kissing was its own reward.

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