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James T Kirk ([personal profile] boldly_going) wrote2016-03-09 08:48 pm
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Jim knows where the door is that changes your body and he's been avoiding it but he accidentally pulled the wrong door looking for Risa and ended up in a petite blonde body instead of his own. Shit. And he's been trying to get his own body back, with no success, and he doesn't think he can avoid Bones any longer.

He sends Bones a message over the hotel network to come to his room and guesses he's going to just have to endure for a little while the same way Bones had when he suddenly got curvier for a week or so. He's probably going to get a hell of a laugh out of it, Bones, and Jim isn't looking forward to the I told you so.

The only thing he has that seems to fit are his sunglasses and one of his oxford shirts and he puts them on, figuring Bones isn't going to need much more than that. Jim sure isn't going anywhere looking like this anyway.

When Jim hears a knock on the door, he crosses over to let him in. "Don't laugh."
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[personal profile] leftwithmybones 2016-03-24 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)

He bites back his comment about Jim needing a little extra care, but hell, maybe McCoy's just never had that lucky touch. "Brat," he mutters, and that's not a switch-specific name either, even though the sidelong look he shoots Jim is filled with familiar irritation.

"Got any requests?"

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[personal profile] leftwithmybones 2016-03-26 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
"You want protection?" is the only question he thinks he still needs to ask. He's not entirely sure how this place works, but seeing as he had to find a door, he doesn't want to rule out the worry that this could stick long enough for something to take so to speak.
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[personal profile] leftwithmybones 2016-03-26 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
McCoy raises a brow, half asking if Jim really thinks that's the case, because it's not like this place is any good at following other laws of the universe. "If you turn up pregnant in any form, I'm gonna say I told you so in about three languages," he says, but follows orders, slowly easing Jim's legs apart.
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[personal profile] leftwithmybones 2016-03-28 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)

"Of course I do," he says, softening a little given his own situation with kids back home and him having only the most partial of custody. He leans down to try and kiss Jim out of more bickering, eager to put this one to rest. And if that doesn't work, the way he starts to slide those kisses down to collarbone and stomach should hopefully earn him a touch more leniency.

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[personal profile] leftwithmybones 2016-03-31 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)

"You tug too hard, I'm going to start thinking you like it," he teases, working his lips down over those new, generous hips, enjoying the way Jim's skin feels under his hands as he lowers to the thighs, brushing a slow kiss there, just a touch. "You ready for more?"

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[personal profile] leftwithmybones 2016-04-04 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He's starting to learn a whole lot more about Jim and McCoy's damn pleased, in these circumstances. He nudges one last loving kiss to the inside of Jim's thigh before pushing his (her, really) legs apart and starts to put his tongue to better work, a planned idea behind every lap and lick.