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riverviewlogs2017-07-05 06:42 pm
legendary_hands) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-07-05 06:42 pm
[Closed] Romantic Language of Flowers
who: Dr. McCoy and Jim Kirk [Closed]
what: He promised his captain flowers. He’s getting flowers, damn it!
when: July 21st (after the mission to find the shuttle)
where: In their shared apartment space.
warnings: This is going to be NSFW. If it doesn’t, then I suppose the doctor failed in that grand romantic gesture he promised. XD
Leonard got in late, long after Jim called it a night. Granted, that had just been a front as he wanted to bring the rest of the ‘supplies’ in when Jim wasn’t up and about where he could ask questions or figure it out too soon. And well, he got a couple of days off and planned everything out tediously since the idea had been planted in his brain at Bryn’s party and Jim complained about not getting a single flower from him. Well, the only reason that flower even made it back to Bryn was actually because he’d taken absolute care to study, pick and scan ever flower along their way on that mission…
And now he knew exactly which ones would be allergens and which were fine for one James T. Kirk. It was more routine. If they were planning to live in this place for an indefinite amount of time, then he wanted to know everything in regards to side effects like allergies. It just made this particular task easier.
The blue orchid like flower blossoms were scattered across the covers, some carelessly even dropped on top of Jim’s sleeping form. On different surfaces of the room, red rose like petals were strewn amidst small candles ranging in color from blue to gold with drooping branches of white flowers trailing down the dresser or head board giving off a sweet smell much like jasmine or honey suckle. And if Jim woke, the first thing he would see before his eyes is an elaborate yellow flower, petals tipped in deep blue in that exotic way that only alien plants could. A small note was attached to the stem, written on in elegant old fashioned script scrawling the stark whiteness reading, “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever. – Tennyson”
The red petals from Jim’s side of the bed trailed from the room, outlined in blue flowers like a path until it stopped in the hall just outside of the bathroom, where small candles formed a heart on the ground with another yellow flower and note attached to it. This one read, “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. – Bronte” And just beyond this, the bathroom was set up in much the same manner as the bedroom with blue, red, and white flowers with the yellow blossoms floating on the surface of the water in the tub along with a few floating white candles.
In all honesty, Leonard knew he went a little crazy. But he did promise Jim a grand gesture and he made good on it. He didn’t stay in the bedroom. Instead he waited out of the way as he turned on the radio, picking a very specific song taking a deep breath. He just hoped that alone would be enough to wake Jim up as the beginnings of “God Only Knows” filled the silence.
what: He promised his captain flowers. He’s getting flowers, damn it!
when: July 21st (after the mission to find the shuttle)
where: In their shared apartment space.
warnings: This is going to be NSFW. If it doesn’t, then I suppose the doctor failed in that grand romantic gesture he promised. XD
Leonard got in late, long after Jim called it a night. Granted, that had just been a front as he wanted to bring the rest of the ‘supplies’ in when Jim wasn’t up and about where he could ask questions or figure it out too soon. And well, he got a couple of days off and planned everything out tediously since the idea had been planted in his brain at Bryn’s party and Jim complained about not getting a single flower from him. Well, the only reason that flower even made it back to Bryn was actually because he’d taken absolute care to study, pick and scan ever flower along their way on that mission…
And now he knew exactly which ones would be allergens and which were fine for one James T. Kirk. It was more routine. If they were planning to live in this place for an indefinite amount of time, then he wanted to know everything in regards to side effects like allergies. It just made this particular task easier.
The blue orchid like flower blossoms were scattered across the covers, some carelessly even dropped on top of Jim’s sleeping form. On different surfaces of the room, red rose like petals were strewn amidst small candles ranging in color from blue to gold with drooping branches of white flowers trailing down the dresser or head board giving off a sweet smell much like jasmine or honey suckle. And if Jim woke, the first thing he would see before his eyes is an elaborate yellow flower, petals tipped in deep blue in that exotic way that only alien plants could. A small note was attached to the stem, written on in elegant old fashioned script scrawling the stark whiteness reading, “If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever. – Tennyson”
The red petals from Jim’s side of the bed trailed from the room, outlined in blue flowers like a path until it stopped in the hall just outside of the bathroom, where small candles formed a heart on the ground with another yellow flower and note attached to it. This one read, “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. – Bronte” And just beyond this, the bathroom was set up in much the same manner as the bedroom with blue, red, and white flowers with the yellow blossoms floating on the surface of the water in the tub along with a few floating white candles.
In all honesty, Leonard knew he went a little crazy. But he did promise Jim a grand gesture and he made good on it. He didn’t stay in the bedroom. Instead he waited out of the way as he turned on the radio, picking a very specific song taking a deep breath. He just hoped that alone would be enough to wake Jim up as the beginnings of “God Only Knows” filled the silence.
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Turning his head, he pressed a lingering kiss to Jim's temple before letting out a soft sigh. "Guess I managed to do a damn good job, then." He teased softly, his head moving just enough to nuzzle behind Jim's ear placing lazy kisses along his skin. "Better rest up. Promise you, I'm not done with ya yet."
Smiling at that, one hand moved up the line of Jim's torso to finally lift and press fingers through his hair. Curling them, the nails softly raked over his scalp. "So damn amazing, you know that?" The doctor nearly purred the words into Jim's ear as he let his fingers meander to play in damp hair while the other hand splayed over Jim's stomach. Huffing a soft laugh, he added in a teasing tone. "Told ya I'd get you flowers."
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"Kinda hoping you weren't," he murmured with a lazy grin, turning his head just so to steal a kiss from the doctor's lips. Granted, it didn't exactly look like he was ready for yet another round, but he knew it'd only be a matter of time to recover. It had only been their first round after all, even if it had been a particularly intense one.
His smile turned softer and warmer at Bones's next words, and after a moment's pause he moved, lifting himself off of Bones's lap so his cock slipped out of him, and he could slowly, and groggily, turn around on the tub so he was facing the doctor, kneeling between his legs. He could still feel Bones's cum spill out of his opening and the thought alone made him sigh a little, cheeks flushed. "You're amazing," he added in response to the praise, cupping the doctor's face with both hands and pulling him close so he could kiss him, slow, tender and deep, nipping at his upper lip as he pulled away. "Yes, you did. And you always do keep your word."
The thought made him chuckle. Anyone who met Bones would probably peg him as the discrete and conventional sort, not given to intense or exaggerated displays of affection, yet what he had done today was about as over-the-top as Jim could think of. It was perfect, though; Jim loved it all, he wouldn't change a single thing.
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Hazel eyes ran over Jim's face, the expression that lie there all but made his insides shiver in happiness. He made Jim look that happy. And he damn well planned to do that as often as possible. Letting his hand drift down, he gently braced the blonde as he moved to turn around and face him. Once Jim leaned in, hands on his face, his own pressed palm flat against his chest to just feel the fluttering heartbeat lying beneath it. And maybe... his own beat a little faster itself at the sound of Jim calling him amazing.
A smile pulled at his lips before he tipped his head and nipped at Jim's lower lip as he pulled away. "I do, especially for you."
Chuckling softly, he pulled the other man close and wrapped his arms around him. He really loved Jim. More than he honestly expected he could love someone after his first marriage. But this... it felt right. Jim felt right. He always had. Well, he'd just have to keep showing Jim that. Over and over again.