#nursesorders

[bastardswxrd]

@nursesorders || boop

         Enchanting. That was precisely the word Christine would have used to describe Beziar. Positively enchanting. He was never anything as he seemed; a strong, brutish type man on the surface, but a compassionate, gentle soul of poetic proportion beneath. A careful heart in the chest of a fearsome beast. She was only reminded of that again as they stumbled in the dim light of her cabin and fell, laughingly, onto her bed.

         “I know, I know–” Christine muffled his warning with breathless kisses. “It would be– easier if you weren’t so tall.”

         With surprising ease for someone so slight, she pushed him onto his back and fell after him. It would have been sexy if her foot hadn’t also caught on his leg. With a startled squeak, Christine made a clumsy effort to catch herself… and promptly managed to roll them both to the floor with athud.

         There was a moment of stunned silence, pale blue eyes staring wide-eyed at dark blue. Then, quietly at first, Christine began giggling again.

         “Oh my god–” She covered her mouth to stifle herself. “D-Did I really just do that…?”

A wide smile pulling at his lips despite his efforts, Bezi was bent almost double so that he didn’t break the kiss. Christine was so small- he might have laughed at it in a different situation.       Unable to complain as she cut him off with a series of kisses, he chuckled as he returned the kisses. His dark eyes danced with amusement and he nearly lost himself in the way she sounded and felt. She smelled incredible- medicine and cleaning agents, whatever perfumes she used, her shampoo, the natural smell she carried. The sound of her voice, her pulse, her breath, was distracting in the best way. It made him weak in the knees. And her mind, her heart- the things he would do for this woman.      “Don’t you like me just the way I am?” he asked, feigning offense to hide the self-conscious pang in his chest.       He let gravity him down as she gave him a shove. The bed rushed up to meet him, and he squeaked in surprise as he felt her tangle with his legs.       “Oh!” He tried to wrap his hand in the sheets, but momentum dragged them both to the ground, where he absorbed much of their impact with a soft whoof. He was silent for a moment, blinking, before he let out a barking laugh.      Turning his head, he pecked a kiss to her hand, grinning. 

[fugitcavea]

Prairie || closed

As usual, Pike had angered the wrong person. The abrasive bastard he was. And who’s job was it to save him? Number One as always. Even if she hadn’t been his first officer, she would have moved galaxies for him. They were such a perfect unit, both personally and professionally. Those lines never crossed. That is, until reports came in from all over Prairie. 

The planet was already destroying itself well before Number One had fired on a dilithium deposit, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was her sister was dead. All One had left in life was Number Two, her twin Leighton. Their family had all perished when Ilyria was destroyed bad radicals. Only the twins had survived.

One had felt Leighton’s death even before the report came. At the helm, her shoulders suddenly slumped and tears stung her eyes. Blindly, she’d stood and stumbled off the bridge without a word to anyone.

“Spock, take over,” Pike commanded and the Vulcan hurried over to the vacated seat. “Tyler, you have the conn.”

Then he’d hurried after One, but not before Garrison began reading names of those deceased. “Damn,” Pike muttered when her heard Leighton’s name. Impatiently, he pressed for the turbolift again. “Spock, take us home,” he gave one more command before exiting to soothe Number One.

Once on Earth, Number One had insisted upon speaking to her niece herself. She felt awful for the situation and blamed herself for what happened. Pressing the button on Christine’s door, One waited with her head bowed and hands behind her back.

@nursesorders

[boldlylogical-blog]

    words    surprise    even    himself          as    they    confidently    chase    after    the    nurse        ,    fist    moving    to    conceal    his    minute    regret.             he    can          SEE          the    skepticism    on    her  face    !                 but    also    the  hope    that    lingers            ────          continuing    to    draw    him    closer    with    each    twitch    of    unsure    features.                “ yes    ,    of    course. ”              his    own    brows    narrow    slightly    whilst    shifting             ,             lips    pursed.                “ i    am    simply    requesting   your    company.            please    do    not    feel    obligated    to    remain. ”

@nursesorders   !               /  /                 CONT. 

[awakenedvengeance]

@nursesorders

     “Less STARING, more MOVING. This way.” 

[aviophobic]

@nursesorders [I believe I owed you a starter!]

The relief effort is just what Leonard needs. 

He hadn’t minded the extended leave at first, as the remainder of the doomed Enterprise’s crew temporarily adopted Yorktown as their base of operations. A better way to put it might be vacation destination, but most had found their burdens a little heavy, and Bones would never claim to really, truly have enjoyed himself despite the chance he’d been given to get some good, undisturbed rest under his belt.

The respite had lasted a few weeks before he’d grown restless. Leonard had lent his expertise best he could, but Yorktown made him anxious in a way that even keeping busy wasn’t enough to soothe. It would take a long while yet to fix the ship, particularly since she was in need of being damn near built again from the ground up, and the wait eventually drove the doctor to seek purpose elsewhere. 

“Christine,” he greets warmly, looking for all the world like catching a glimpse of his old colleague is just the medicine he’d needed all this time. It’s a routine errand, really, and little more than that; a delivery of medical supplies and a few days on-planet offering examinations and various medical services, but Bones feels useful in a way he hasn’t since the swarm had taken his paranoid fears and made them a terrifying reality.

[caterva]

@nursesorders

"There, Hrask," Christine began (and she always made a point to pronounce his name as correctly as she was able). "We're all done." Without entirely thinking about it, the nurse bent to kiss the tip of the Gorn's snout. "I told you that the physical wouldn't be so bad, didn't I?"

Unaccustomed to the concept of a physical, Hrask was understandably hesitant about it. Gorns sought medical attention when they were ill, and preventative medicine existed, but for the most part it was a voluntary thing within their own ranks.     Within Starfleet, it was different; humans, with their squishier and more vulnerable bodies, required much more monitoring to stay fit, and they required this monitoring of all crewmen. Thanks to Hrask’s robust health, aside from various injuries, he had limited experiences with human medical care, and he was still a bit shaken from his first encounter.     At first, he was merely relieved that the occasionally abrasive Dr. McCoy wasn’t giving him this physical, but it turned out that he was grateful that Christine was the one who was in charge. She was confident in a way that was unusual to him. She was soft, gentle, but she knew her way around medicine and she seemed conscious of everything. It made the entire experience quite close to relaxing.     “I-” His dewlap twitched in alarm as she laid a little kiss on him, the scales of his face shifting as his spiked brows raised up.     “It could have been much worse,” he admitted, touching the spot on his muzzle. “The Gorn do not regularly seek medical attention when we do not need it; I was unsure what to expect.”

[gnomishmath]

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[watsonofagun]

"Is that a challenge...?" / only if you like!

SUGGESTIVE STARTER.

          “—Maybe? Maybe not? I mean, there’s a huge difference           between a doctor and a nurse, yeah? So it’s more like an           experiment.”