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Feb. 8th, 2010 05:38 pm
Drabble-Month: Day #8
It’s not exactly like anyone expected Jim to get quite like this. Other people came back from the same mission on the same strange pollen to very different effects. Sulu was just incredibly sleepy. Uhura got increasingly sexually charged. Jim, though, is following McCoy around sickbay on his hands and knees, grasping at the fabric of his pants and tugging hard. “Pretty, pretty please, Bones?” he begged.
“Damn it, Jim, everyone’s watching,” McCoy hissed, trying to shake his leg in other to throw Jim off his scent or his trail or whatever he was on. “Save it for later on tonight.”
“Please, Bones? I need you. Dominate me,” Jim requested, head bent low and all simpering submission, making McCoy’s stomach turn to some interesting degree because he couldn’t deny that there was a part of him that remained very, very interested in what Jim was doing.
It didn’t stop the fact that he was on the floor though. “Jim, get up, go to our room, and get my ties,” McCoy calmly instructed, doing the math in his head as to how long it would take for the pollen to wear off. “I want you to tie yourself up for me and wait. When I decide that you’re a good boy,” he went on, pitching his voice lower so he could give it a playful and manipulative little tone, “then I will join you.”
“Yes, sir!” Jim agreed eagerly, sprinting out of the room with more speed on him than most ensigns had.
McCoy sighed heavily, not even noticing when Chapel sidled up beside him. “They’re saying the pollen peels away the shallow first layer of desire and leaves whatever’s underneath. Sulu got exhausted because he’s been denying being overworked and Uhura’s…”
“Let’s not talk about Uhura like that,” McCoy interrupted.
“What do you make of the Captain’s behaviour, then?”
McCoy kept his gaze forward so he wouldn’t actually have to make eye contact with Chapel. “I think it means he wants someone to be in control of him for once,” he said with a shrug. “Not the hardest diagnosis in the world, even for a psychiatrist.”
“Damn it, Jim, everyone’s watching,” McCoy hissed, trying to shake his leg in other to throw Jim off his scent or his trail or whatever he was on. “Save it for later on tonight.”
“Please, Bones? I need you. Dominate me,” Jim requested, head bent low and all simpering submission, making McCoy’s stomach turn to some interesting degree because he couldn’t deny that there was a part of him that remained very, very interested in what Jim was doing.
It didn’t stop the fact that he was on the floor though. “Jim, get up, go to our room, and get my ties,” McCoy calmly instructed, doing the math in his head as to how long it would take for the pollen to wear off. “I want you to tie yourself up for me and wait. When I decide that you’re a good boy,” he went on, pitching his voice lower so he could give it a playful and manipulative little tone, “then I will join you.”
“Yes, sir!” Jim agreed eagerly, sprinting out of the room with more speed on him than most ensigns had.
McCoy sighed heavily, not even noticing when Chapel sidled up beside him. “They’re saying the pollen peels away the shallow first layer of desire and leaves whatever’s underneath. Sulu got exhausted because he’s been denying being overworked and Uhura’s…”
“Let’s not talk about Uhura like that,” McCoy interrupted.
“What do you make of the Captain’s behaviour, then?”
McCoy kept his gaze forward so he wouldn’t actually have to make eye contact with Chapel. “I think it means he wants someone to be in control of him for once,” he said with a shrug. “Not the hardest diagnosis in the world, even for a psychiatrist.”
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