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[surlymccoy]

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           "...wellll now...." McCoy's easy drawl (always more pronounced in the presence of a beautiful woman) takes on a hedging sort of slant, his mouth hooking up at the corner as he finally lifts his chin, enough to look at Uhura properly. "...can't a man cross a few decks just to tell a lady she looks good?"

          The tease is enough, both to illicit an indulgent response from Nyota, and to ease some of the unacknowledged tension McCoy can sense charging the air between them. How often have they done this dance? Orbiting around each other, bridging that chasm of inches (miles) and falling into each other, only to be pulled in opposite directions. Len has missed her, can't think of why he ever let things go so long, unsaid. He opens his mouth to reply.

         "... I, ah.." Well. Maybe not. McCoy did always do his best speaking with his hands. Inhaling deeply, the doctor pushes off the door and moves forward, eyes intent on Nyota's face, seeking some sign of displeasure when he steps into her personal space. He hesitates, then catches a long strand of her hair between his fingers, calloused fingertips testing the softness of it. 

          "...you, uh.... you busy?"

[awakenedvengeance]

     “Lieutenant,” He greets absently, long fingers curled around his wrist to tuck away behind his back as he stares out at the stars. He’s waiting. Apparently, Doctor Mccoy wants to ‘run some tests’ on him, but he’s BUSY with something else. Unfortunately for Khan, refusing would only cause him more trouble than it would be worse. Brows pinched together, he glances in her direction when she doesn’t leave, eyes briefly flicking over her. “Do you require something?” 

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[boldlycaptainkirk]

kiss + 9

…on their forehead.

Jim is not surprised by the gentle kiss pressed to his forehead. What does surprise him is the amount of relief that it brings and how tense he had been holding himself.

He sags further into the biobed, eyes falling shut. For a moment he doesn't feel like he had just come back from the dead. A small smile tugs at his lips as he opens an eye to look at her with amusement.

"Wouldn't it be absolutely buckwild if I was still dying and this whole time you've actually been the angel of death hiding out on my bridge crew?"

He grins now, despite how much his muscles ache, "Giving me that kiss of death and then I just like 'blegh oh nooo' And flatlined?"

His baby blues hold that familiar mischief that they had the first time they met.

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[surlymccoy]

O U T   O F   M I R A C L E S 

yall @upenda has been out of the tumblr RP game so long, she’s discovering new x-kit for the first time. And she fell for edible reblogs

[surlymccoy]

don’t leave me.

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         "…darlin’….“ Leonard breathes the word more than speaks it, sounding like his voice has been all but punched out of him. Where’d this come from? He wonders wildly. What has Len done, that Ny would think she’d ever have to even ask…? 

         He tightens his arms around Uhura’s smaller frame, dragging her closer into the curve of his body, the two of them curled together amidst tangled bedding and pillows pushed askew. Len breathes fiercely into the curve of her collarbone, slender and pronounced like a bird’s wing beneath her skin.  

         ”– I won’t. I wouldn’t… “ And even as he says the words, McCoy knows he shouldn’t. That he shouldn’t make promises he can’t be certain he’ll keep. That he shouldn’t give Nyota hope he’ll never screw this up, no matter that he’ll try and try and try until his dying breath. 

         "Ny, believe me…” Len lifts his head, fingers sifting through the endless spill of her hair, cupping the side of her head and sweeping his thumb across her cheek. His eyes burn a fractured green in the half-light. “…As long as I have a choice, it’ll always be you.”

[skysought-blog]

i’m not going anywhere without you.

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“ -- isn’t that my line? ” 

A fractured smile, hand settling at an ache. It’s injury felt, but one unseen: a mumur of a thing that settles beneath, silent but it’s mystery and the unknown where danger comes. Like the mission itself, a five year journey - but like it, there is no change. He wouldn’t have it any goddamn other way.  

Hikaru Sulu, the immovable mountain meets the force of a man whose rage and desperation twist  and inject a venom slow. He stands tall despite the tremble in legs, despite the surge of pain that spurts from the other’s hand before it draws, and draws and draws. Defiance still, and it’s only when physical ability crumbles against iron will does he stagger. 

But still, he doesn’t fall. Not quite. She’s there, after all. 

She’s always been there.

Instinct, muscle memory, whatever you call it - it’s what drives the hand to pull her close. A moment’s softness, weakness shared in darkened silence, in a prison that may become their grave. A kiss against her temple, arms squeezing her tight. The fractured smile softens to lips that fall to a line and eyes that lose focus as he thinks. 

A small huff, one felt with the rise of the chest she’s against. 

“ Ride or die... ”

Never something that seemed impossible, not with their track record, yet here is a place where he can almost taste it. Feel it. Sense it. Another dance with death. But...they say the third time’s the charm and he’s now struck at four. 

“ --- Well, guess you’re stuck with me on some recon, then. ” 

[surlymccoy]

Your care and deep understanding of his character, his voice, his very being resonates in your writing so poignantly that I’m grateful everyday that we met. You make me a better writing, and also equally important, a better storyteller. You can write pretty words all you want, but telling a story is a gift. A gift you have. I love you, you’re my best friend and soulmate and I thank everyday I know you.

How’s My Portrayal? | @upenda sent an ask

          I have read this half a dozen times since you sent it to me and every single time it brings tears to my eyes. Every so often, a writer may be very blessed to find someone who is a true kindred spirit with which they can share their passions. Even more rarely, that kindred spirit turns into a lifelong friend and soulmate, someone with which you can be the most unfiltered version of yourself. That is who you are to me. 

          I don’t know how, going on seven years ago, I got so lucky to discover your writing and friendship on this very blog, but I’ll live my life in constant gratitude that I did. Writing Leonard for you is a joy and a privilege, not just because of the very real emotion that exists between my version of McCoy and your gorgeous Uhura, but because I know that you understand him and love him in the same way I do, and I could not ask for a better audience to share that with. 

[skysought-blog]

“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”

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a subtle shift, dip and body slightly turns as familiar form finds space beside him on the bed. nyota slides, chin tucked against his shoulder, it incites the small turn of his head to meet her eyes. warm browns - chocolate rich, much like his, he sees the softened edges, the fullness in concern and the want that comes to help. 

comfort, touch sought and a hand reaches to take hers. here a language they both speak: squeeze of her hand, warmth in body and the gentle lean. he knows, sees it in eyes reflection: exhaustion in the shadows, sullen face and pallor of skin. they barely sleep, too much familiarity in subconscious shadows of the terror faced.

he’d seen death a second time; proverbial darkened cowl and bony finger pointed. perhaps then, he had thought, fates red string was to be severed with the drain of life and muscle seize ; it’s a pain that strikes harsh that triggers memory. reaction, free hand against a scar. something unspoken. not yet. 

( not ever )

here perhaps he will allow it. a moment’s weakness, breath of reprieve. fingers loosen and there is another shift. she hums as motions circular run against his back, and he breathes out, closes eyes. exhale. voice muffled slight, face against pillow as he speaks . 

“ — thanks, nyota. ”