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straightontilmorning It comes as no surprise to anyone, but Jim isn’t all that good at long-term romance. Practically an artist when it comes to one-night stands, but extend the relationship by a couple months – weeks, even, or sometimes days – and she chokes. But somehow, some combination of ‘best friends since forever’ and ‘really hot sex’ has made her oddly relationship-y. Not bored or restless, and it’s... nice.
At some point, this struck her as worthy of some kind of acknowledgement. Being Captain gives her certain privileges, which she is more than happy to shamelessly exploit. Privileges like the ability to arrange her schedule so she’s conveniently off-duty several hours before her chief medical officer/significant other and access to the right codes to slip into his quarters during that time with an armful of supplies.
Bones has several moments of confusion, frustration, and mild outrage before he realizes that yes, Jim broke into his room and rearranged things, but the lights are at fifty percent and there are candles and dinner (taken from the replicators, admittedly, but the thought counts) and she’s somehow managed to make his personal computer run a three-centuries-old classic (Casablanca; Winona Kirk had a soft spot, and managed to transfer it to her daughter). Which, coupled with the elegant blue dress and heels, spells Jim trying to be a girlfriend, not Jim here to be a tease/annoying/borderline insane.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks, but doesn’t get a chance for an answer because Jim’s already wrapped her arms around his neck and is pulling him in for a kiss. It’s gentle and lingering like she has all the time in the world, and in some ways she feels like maybe she does, just this once.
When she breaks the kiss, she doesn’t bother to retract her arms, happy to just grin at him in a self-contented way with a hint of Cheshire Cat. “I’m kidnapping you, Bones.”
“Is that so?” he drawls, raising his eyebrows at his room. “Because I’m pretty sure that involves taking me somewhere against my will.”
She drops her hold on him and slides one arm around his waist to subtly guide him in the direction of the dinner table. “Who says any of this is for you? I’m locking you in the closet and throwing a party.”
“Sure, Jim.” He snags a dinner roll from the table. “Just feed me first.”
Jim shakes her head sadly. “For the closet-bound, you’re really demanding, did you know that?”
He snorts, disentangling himself enough to sit down. “Is that so?”
“I may have to put you on reprimand.”
“I think I’ll chance it.”
Jim moves to take her seat, but somehow Bones has snuck an arm around her waist holding her in place. “Did I forget something?”
“Yes.” He transfers his hold from her waist to her hand, and gives it a squeeze. “Thanks.”
If asked later, she would vehemently deny the pleased flush that rises to her cheeks, or the even more stupidly happy grin that makes it’s way across her face, but in the moment, she doesn’t particularly care. “You’re welcome, Bones.”
At some point, this struck her as worthy of some kind of acknowledgement. Being Captain gives her certain privileges, which she is more than happy to shamelessly exploit. Privileges like the ability to arrange her schedule so she’s conveniently off-duty several hours before her chief medical officer/significant other and access to the right codes to slip into his quarters during that time with an armful of supplies.
Bones has several moments of confusion, frustration, and mild outrage before he realizes that yes, Jim broke into his room and rearranged things, but the lights are at fifty percent and there are candles and dinner (taken from the replicators, admittedly, but the thought counts) and she’s somehow managed to make his personal computer run a three-centuries-old classic (Casablanca; Winona Kirk had a soft spot, and managed to transfer it to her daughter). Which, coupled with the elegant blue dress and heels, spells Jim trying to be a girlfriend, not Jim here to be a tease/annoying/borderline insane.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks, but doesn’t get a chance for an answer because Jim’s already wrapped her arms around his neck and is pulling him in for a kiss. It’s gentle and lingering like she has all the time in the world, and in some ways she feels like maybe she does, just this once.
When she breaks the kiss, she doesn’t bother to retract her arms, happy to just grin at him in a self-contented way with a hint of Cheshire Cat. “I’m kidnapping you, Bones.”
“Is that so?” he drawls, raising his eyebrows at his room. “Because I’m pretty sure that involves taking me somewhere against my will.”
She drops her hold on him and slides one arm around his waist to subtly guide him in the direction of the dinner table. “Who says any of this is for you? I’m locking you in the closet and throwing a party.”
“Sure, Jim.” He snags a dinner roll from the table. “Just feed me first.”
Jim shakes her head sadly. “For the closet-bound, you’re really demanding, did you know that?”
He snorts, disentangling himself enough to sit down. “Is that so?”
“I may have to put you on reprimand.”
“I think I’ll chance it.”
Jim moves to take her seat, but somehow Bones has snuck an arm around her waist holding her in place. “Did I forget something?”
“Yes.” He transfers his hold from her waist to her hand, and gives it a squeeze. “Thanks.”
If asked later, she would vehemently deny the pleased flush that rises to her cheeks, or the even more stupidly happy grin that makes it’s way across her face, but in the moment, she doesn’t particularly care. “You’re welcome, Bones.”
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Date: 2009-10-16 07:52 pm (UTC)Yes. Uh. I like it. ♥
I'll just be melting in a corner right now, whilst Bones flicks between rolling his eyes at me, and grinning at the thought of Jim doing that for him.
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Date: 2009-10-16 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-16 07:55 pm (UTC)Bones wants romance now. Damnit, he's in my head all loved up tonight, haha.
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Date: 2009-10-16 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-16 07:57 pm (UTC)He totes does. And he shall do. Keep your eyes open on your friends list :P
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Date: 2009-10-16 08:00 pm (UTC)*salutes* Will do.