for the writing prompts, how about mckirk + different ways to say I love you? that's always something I love to read about ^^
It’s past midnight when Bones finally makes his way into Jim’s quarters. Not that the day- and night cycle are that obvious on a space ship, but judging the tired look on Bones’ face he knows full well he just worked a double shift. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asks Jim, who simply shrugs. “I was going through important messages,” he replies, and Bones huffs. “Liar. I can hear Doctor Orion MD from the speakers of your PADD,” Bones replies, letting himself fall down on the couch next to Jim, and Jim happily pulls him in closer. “Hm, what can I say? I have a thing for sexy doctors.” "You know that show is painfully inaccurate?“ Bones comments while they both watch a little further. “Who cares? It’s about the sex, the lies… it’s fascinating.” Though as the screen shows a couple of panicky doctors rushing to save an unknown alien race’s life, Bones frowns. “That’s not even how you use that tool! They can’t even hold it properly.” “Okay, Doctor Bones MD,” Jim says, placing his PADD down and crossing his arms, “you tell me how it works, then.” And honestly, Jim couldn’t care less about how these tools and instruments work. Though seeing Bones, animated and passionate about his profession, Jim listens to him fondly.
Bones finds Jim tired and stressed after a 4 hour long chase from an alien ship. The Enterprise suffered damage, though nothing Scotty can’t fix with enough time and manpower. Jim is still going through messages, making sure every crew member is alive and accounted for. “Are you alright?” Bones asks when he enters their quarters, and Jim nods. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he replies, leaning back when Bones places his hands on Jim’s shoulders, “how are the wounded?” “Mostly fine,” Bones says, “a few stay overnight, but they’ll be fine in a day or two.” “Good,” Jim sighs, smiling lightly when Bones pulls him up. “C'mon, you need to rest,” he says, “but before we sleep, I have something for you.” “Oh?” Jim asks, immediately interested, “is it sex? Because I’m pretty tired, but I think I can-” “No,” Bones interrupts him, “look what I found, though?” “Scottish whiskey?” Jim asks when Bones pulls a bottle out of his bag, “is that- Scotty’s?” “Why, yes,” Bones says, filling two glasses and sitting down next to Jim, “figured you needed a bit of relaxation after today. Scotty won’t miss it for a while.” Jim laughs, taking a sip and almost instantly relaxing in good company and a strong drink. “What would I do without you?” “Probably overwork yourself,” Bones replies, and Jim smiles. “You know what would make this perfect?” “Are you going to say sex? It’s sex, isn’t it?” Bones asks, and Jim grins. “You know me too well.”
There are times where they pass a nebula or other space anomaly, and it colors the sky around them in beautiful blues, purples, and pinks. They pass one at night, too, before Jim and Bones are both asleep. Initially just quietly talking, huddled under the warm sheets. Jim’s attention is instantly taken by the beauty of space, staring outside in awe. “D'you see that? It’s beautiful.” “Yes,” Bones agrees, though he finds himself staring at something else entirely.
Jim is furious. Furious because Bones wanted to join on that away mission even though Jim told him not to. He’s furious because Bones deliberately ignored Jim calling him to retreat when the battle around them got a little too heated for Jim’s liking. He’s even more furious when Spock drags the doctor out of danger afterwards, hurt and unconscious. He wants to yell at Bones so bad, but it doesn’t feel fruitful when the other isn’t awake enough to hear him, and so Jim sits at his bedside quietly, going over his argument in his head countless times until he’s perfected the way on how to scold Bones. The moment Bones opens his eyes though, he’s forgotten all of that. “You’re an idiot,” Jim simply says, leaning in to rest his forehead against Bones’, fingers cupping the doctor’s cheeks, “don’t you dare scaring me like that again.”
"Are you well supplied?” “Yes.” “And you’re certain there’s enough fuel in that shuttle? Because I swear to God, Jim, shuttles are fragile.” “Yes, Bones.” “Well, at least make sure you wear that seat belt properly.” “Bones,” Jim interrupts him, “I’m going to be fine. It’s just a long weekend.” “You’re traveling in a shuttle,” Bones counters him, “do I need to remind you about the dangers of traveling in small shuttles?” “Please don’t,” Jim replies, leaning in to press a kiss on Bones’ lips, “I’ll be back after the weekend, and I’ll be fine.” Bones smiles at that, arms sliding around Jim’s waist. “For the record, I’ll miss you, too,” he says, and Jim huffs. “I never said I’d miss you.” Bones laughs, arms still steady around the other. “You didn’t have to.”
