We Three Sons of Fereginar

ALL:
We three sons of Ferenginar
Working in an outer space bar
Wormhole gateway, what a great way
Customers from near and far

O, here we are on Deep Space Nine
Bajorians come here just the time
They seek Prophets, we seek profits
Either way it’s just divine.

QUARK:
Gold press latinum - I’ll take
In bars or slips. Money I’ll make
Drinks to swallow, try a holo
Waiting for my big break

O, here we are on Deep Space Nine
Bajorians come here all the time
They seek Prophets, we seek profits
Either way it’s just divine.

ROM:
Common sense is I how I get by
Though my brother would deny
I repair things, common and rare things
And I’m Leeta’s number one guy!

O here we are on Deep Space Nine
Bajorians come here all the time
They seek Prophets, we seek profits
Either way it’s just divine.

NOG:
With Sisko’s help I joined Star Fleet
Adventure and ladies, I thought, pretty neat
Learning, dealing; fighting, healing
Until the Cardy’s were beat

O here we are on Deep Space Nine
Bajorians come here just the time
They seek Prophets, we seek profits
Either way it’s just divine.

ALL:
Living here we seen some strange things
Shifters, soldiers, gamers and Klings(on)
Females in clothing, ships exploding
Emissaries, gods and kings

O here we are on Deep Space Nine
Bajorians come here all the time
They seek Prophets, we seek profits
Either way it’s just divine.

BROKEN HALLELUJAH

I offer up this doggerel verse
To a cold uncaring universe
In hopes it will find it’s way to you
I loved baby from the very start
You boiling blood , your cold, Vulcan heart
Your warm eyes made me sing the Hallelujah!
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

I searched for a crack in your disguise
I found you strong, I found you wise
I found you could care and what duty meant to you
And when you played upon your lyre
Like that baffled king with his soul on fire
I smiled and softly whispered Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

We courted using argue and flirt
Then we moved on to comfort and hurt
And when we touched I knew you knew, too.
Our love was hotter than the stars
We kept it secret this love of ours
A private and a holy Hallelujah!
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

I thought I knew what love was about
But I wasn’t ready to come out
I thought you felt the same way, too, yeah
I said I’m not ready, no debate
You cried; I thought you were my soul mate.
You left. I wept a broken Hallelujah.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Now I sing this lonesome song
Please come back, Darling I was wrong
I’m ready now to commit to you
But I’m too late, you ran to Gol
To purge your feeling one and all
There’s nothing left but this broken Hallelujah.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

FANG GIRLS

It was the day after “The Day of the Living Dead”. Nurse Christine Chapel took a deep breath, at last, the rush was over. There were only three patients left on the ward and the medical records for the all wounded had been updated. Who knew maybe she could actually sleep tonight?

The door swished open and Chris smiled. Her relief, Lt. Nancy Levi, had arrived accompanied by Lt. Commander Siobhan Fitzpatrick of Security. Nancy was petite with a mane of dark wavy hair and big brown eyes. Her admirers said she was voluptuous, Star Fleet said she was on the verge on being overweight.

Siobhan wore the standard uniform for Security a red shirt and black pants. She was tall, muscular with a panther’s grace. She also had a panther’s bright green eyes. Her short hair was copper red, this month.

Nancy inclined her head towards the Chief Medical’s Officer’s door. “Is he in there?” She wet her full lips nervously.

Christine nodded. Nancy tried to straighten her uniform. She tugged down and it exposed too much cleavage, she pulled up and her black over-tights hove into view.

“Stop fidgeting.” hissed Siobhan. “Let’s get this over with.”

The three ladies strode over to Doctor McCoy’s office. Nurse Chapel rang the bell. They heard a muffled “Come in” and the door slid open.

Commander Leonard H. McCoy looked haggard. The bags under his eyes looked like a matching set of luggage. There was a patch on his left jaw where he missed shaving this morning. He smiled when he saw his guests. “Ah, the three graces. What can I do for you lovely ladies?” He stood.

“It about yesterday.” Chris began “We want to thank you.”

“Thank you for saving our lives.” Nancy gushed. “And thank you for exposing your - yourself for our sakes.” Her cheeks were flush and her dark eyes sparkled.

“You’re entirely welcome.” McCoy bowed and spread his hands wide. “Please, don’t mention it.”

Christine said; “Commander Fitzpatrick told us that you deliberately chose to come to our defense. You chose the danger.”

McCoy looked sharply at the Security Chief. She explained. “I was on duty when the Captain debriefed you. I couldn’t help but overhear.” She ran her hands through her short hair. “I only confirmed what they already knew, when Lt. Chapel asked. I told Chris and Nancy that you recognized them and deliberately raced to saved them for the, er, zombies. I didn’t volunteer information and I won’t.” She looked at him levelly and smiled.

Nancy piped up; “None of us will! Doctor McCoy you‘re ….”

“A tired ol’ country doctor drowin’ in paperwork, Nancy darlin’” He favored her with a lopsided smile and she gazed at him enrapted with adoring puppy-dog eyes.

Chapel cleared her throat. “Nance, I’m going off duty now. Make sure our healer/hero isn’t here past 1800. He needs his beauty sleep. Call Mr. Spock if you have to.” She took Nurse Levi’s arm and they left McCoy’s office.

Siobhan and Christine left Nancy to the Beta watch and departed Sick Bay.

Siobhan laughed; “She’s got it bad.”

“But good.” Chris agreed.

“So hero worship or obsession? Whatta think?“ asked Si.

“Nance has a serious case of obsession. I know all the symptoms, all to well.” Christine said.

“Well, why not. McCoy is a handsome doctor.” Fitzpatrick smiled dreamily.

“A single doctor.” Chapel amended.

“A Southern gentleman with a honey-dripping drawl.” Fitzpatrick up the stakes.

“A thousand watt smile with blue-eyes to die for.” Chris threw in.

“Not to mention a angst-ridden hero with a tragic secret.” Siobhan pointed out.

“Ah, the enticing musk of danger.” Christine sighed and fluttered her eyelashes. She caught Si’s eye and they were reduced to a fit of giggles.

“Should we tell her who the real president of the Leonard H. McCoy fan club is?” Si wondered.

“No,” Chris said softly, “let her dream. Besides everyone is entitled to some secrets.”

FIN

ZOMBIES IN SPACE!!!

It was lunchtime for the Alpha watch aboard the Starship Enterprise. Commander Spock and Doctor McCoy were having a private discussion concerning their burgeoning relationship.

"I'm sorry Spock. I know how much it offends you, but I won't - I can't give up eating meat." Leonard shook his head with a sad smile.

"Leonard, you should know as a physician that humans do not need to eat meat in order to survive. In fact, my mother has lived many productive, satisfied years as a vegetarian." The Vulcan countered.

"Yeah, yeah I know. Most folks are happy that way, but my metabolism is different." Len wagged an eyebrow. "It runs a little hot. I just need a some red meat once in a while."

"When" Spock quipped "under the full moon?"

McCoy opened his mouth to answer, when the red alert claxon sounded. Spock, McCoy and everyone else in break room three scrambled out the door to their duty stations or tried to; the corridor was blocked by the shambling walking corpses of several security officers who had died from a mysterious virus due to a poorly decontaminated shuttle.

"Back inside!" Spock ordered. In the rush to reenter the room , he didn't notice that McCoy was still out in the hall. He was busy opening an emergency phaser storage locker and handing out weapons.

Spock rushed to the comm panel on the wall and hit the button; "Spock to the Bridge. Captain Kirk, what is the situation?"

"Spock, where are you?" Kirk asked.

"We are pinned down in BR3. We have hand phasers."

"Good. Spock listen this is important. Set the phaser to full. You must disintegrate the …. Well for lack of a better word… zombies. Any lesser setting and they will only catch fire."

"Is that not effective, Captain?"

"Hell no! These things can't die and they don't feel pain. If you set them ablaze, then you have a flaming zombie coming after you." Kirk gave a wry chuckle. "Not an improvement really."

"You speak from experience."

"Yeah. And Mr. Chekov's idea of blasting their legs off didn't stop'em it only slowed them down." There was a loud thump audible over the speaker. "I gotta go. Good hunting and good luck. Kirk out."

Spock addressed the crew men with him. "All of you heard how to defeat these unfortunate creatures…."

"Creatures?!" Riley interjected. "They are our crewmates. That's Jeffry Combs and Ally Mitchell out there."

"A valid point, Mr. Riley. While Mr. Combs was one of the original stricken officers., Mr. Mitchell was alive and well this morning at shirt change. I suggest we proceed with caution. Phaser on full. We will attempt to reach Engineering and the Auxiliary Control."

Meanwhile, Doctor McCoy had his own problems. He has stepped out in corridor ahead of the group and was trapped out there. He ran to the right heading for the Biology Lab to warn the occupants and to use the contents of the lab to find a solution.
His long legs fairly flew down the hall ahead of the slow zombies. Len growled. He hated zombies. He was about ten feet away from the lab when he heard screams and he looked down a side passage; Nurses Chapel and Levi were cornered by a pair of late red shirts. He charged towards them. His growl became a full fledge roar as he leapt. His finger changing into claws, his mouth turning into furry steel-trap jaws as he soared. Landing his transformation complete; he attacked the zombies. He held on to a shred of humanity long enough to yell out "Run!"

Spock and his group broke to the left. The phasers were affective, but firing on full drained the batteries fast. Lt. Reynolds tossed her empty weapon aside and in desperation pulled the pin on a handy fire extinguisher. Whoosh! It enveloped the zombie in a cold of sub-zero gas. The zombie froze.

Spock noted this. "Good work. Lieutenant." he remarked as they raced to the Jefferies tube. "You have discovered another weakness. We will share this information with Mr. Scott when we reach Engineering."

They were nearly to their goal when the late Security Officer Black reached up from the deck and bit down on Med Tech Gonzales' leg. "Mother fucker!" He screamed. "Help! Get him off me!"

Spock dispatched the zombie. Then he turned to gun on Gonzales. "I'm truly sorry, but the contamination cannot be allowed to spread" He aimed his weapon at the unfortunate man.

"WAIT, WAIT!!" He pleaded as he pulled up his pants leg to reveal the mangled remains of his prosthetic leg.

Reynolds reached for the intercom by the door and the door slid open. They tumbled in and the door snapped shut. "I didn't know it could do that." She said in relief.
Scotty smiled. "I do have a few tricks up my sleeve."


"Such as knowing that we were outside?" Spock ventured.
"Aye, we have the tricorders we repaired in the Small Instrument Shop. With these beauties, tis easy enough to tell whose knockin' at our doors." He sighed. "I just wished I knew away to defeat the poor bastards."

Commander Spock described the fire extinguisher's affect. Scotty grinned.

"What is so amusing, Mr. Scott?"

"What is very cold, Mr. Spock?"

"Any number of things."

Scotty cut him off before the Vulcan began listing cold thing. "Space! Space is bloody cold."

"Yes, three Kelvin. That should be sufficient to immobilized our late comrades. We must contact the Captain."

"Agreed. Space them!" Kirk said, "but how can we do that? He slapped his palm on the arm of his command chair. "The shuttle bay, if we can get them in the bay, we can open the doors and out they go into the final frontier."

"But how can we get them there without putting ourselves in more danger?" Scotty asked.

M/T Gonzales raised his hand. Spock acknowledged him with a nod. "They can't tell living matter from artificial." He put his mangled leg up on the table where the Bridge crew could see it. "Chekov and Riley have remote controlled flyers."
"They are for piloting practice."

Riley explained. "And besides we can't get to them. They're in our quarters."

A slow smiled crept over Kirk's face. "What about the scutters?" he asked.
Scotty caught Spock's eye. Kirk hated robots, even dumb as dirt scrub computers modules -- the scutters. He sighed. He knew his newest toys were going to make the ultimate sacrifice. "Very good, Captain. Mr. Spock and I will set about programming the poor wee scutties, now."

In the end it turned out that the zombies would only chase the robots if they had crude mannequins in uniforms mounted on them. Ensign Chekov used the ship's internal sensors to find undead. Lt. Uhura coordinated with all sections to release the scutters and draw the zombies to the shuttle bay.

A tense hour of drag-stomp and whir later they were all there. Some zombies impaled on their unstoppable prey. From the observation booth, Kirk and Spock watched. "Fifteen, my god Spock. Fifteen of our crew turned into living dead."

"Thirty-two, actually, Captain. Only fifteen `survived' to make it here. In the course of defending ourselves we destroyed seventeen of them."

James T. Kirk nodded gravely. "Into the deep, we commit these bodies. Lord had mercy on their souls." With that he pushed the button and open doors.

Ponderously the great doors rolled open; star light, slowly illumining the great bay. As the air escaped, it screamed out the gap, growing fainter as the gap grew wider. All things in the area were drawn out with the screaming wind; loose tools, hidden bottles of contraband liquor, robots and zombies all rushed out to the deep, dark vastness of space.

Only after the doors were closed did Kirk and Spock realized that they didn't know where Doctor McCoy was. They called his name over the intercom and received no reply. Fearing the worst, they asked the computer for his location.

The computer informed that Doctor McCoy was on C deck, section 6. The friends hurried there. They rounded the corner and froze.

They were face to face with a canine-humanoid beast with steel-trap jaws, mottled brown on dirty yellow fur and blue eyes. It/he crouched there gnawing on the thigh of a decapitated zombie. The head had been torn from the body.

"Bones." Jim whispered in disbelief. His phaser trained on the cannibalistic creature.

"Doctor McCoy," Spock said levelly, "The crisis is past. We need our ship's physician now." He hoped that the call of duty would restore his lover's sanity.
It was that need and Spock's voice that brought Leonard back. He stood and gave a long laughing bark that chilled his listeners. As the echo faded he stood clad in the tattered remains of his gore stained uniform.

"Jim." he exclaimed in a husky voice. "Spock!" he tried to appeal to them both. "Let me explain."

Speechless, Kirk took a step back. He had a white knuckled grip on his gun.
The Vulcan sensed no danger from the -- what? He must know. Clamping down on his fear, he inquired lightly; "So you are a werewolf, after all, Doctor?"

"Naw, you green blooded hobgoblin, don't you know a were-hyena when you see one?" He tried to smile reassuringly. Realizing that his mouth was still bloody, he wiped it with his ragged sleeve.

"W, w, were, were, were-hyena!" Jim all but shrieked. "Good God, Bones. I thought I knew you." He fired hysterically. Bones moved slightly and the deadly beam scorched the bulkhead beside him.

"Tell ya what, Jim. Why don't we get away from this mess and let me change… ah, get cleaned up and I'll explain it to y'all."

"From the other side of a brig force field." Kirk snapped.

"If that's what makes you feel comfortable, then sure." Len tried to make reassuring gestures with his hands. Kirk stared at them and McCoy saw that they were red with zombie blood.

Spock volunteered to escort the good doctor back to his quarters and then to the brig. Kirk agreed.

Sonic-showered and pajama clad, Leonard H. McCoy sat calmly behind the security screen. He had refused to wear the blue jumpsuit, claiming it sawed into his family jewels. And as he could turn into a bone-crunching beast, Spock agreed to let him wear issue pajama's instead.

Leonard started; "I told you, Spock my metabolism is different and that I had to have red meat once in a while." He shrugged. "Dammit, Jim. I'm sorry. Look we all have some secrets."

"Some secrets" Jim snorted, "some secret!" Kirk laughed hysterically. "You're a ghoul. A human flesh eating, mighty morphing monster."

"Dead flesh eating." McCoy corrected him.

"Dead flesh" Kirk acknowledged. "Like that matters."

"It matters, a lot. It sure as hell mattered to those zombies."

""You ate Crewman Carstairs!" Jim cried in disgust

"He was going to eat Christine and Nancy, alive." McCoy replied.

"Perhaps, Doctor McCoy, we would feel more comfortable if you explained how you became a ghul." Spock tried to get the interview back on track.

"It's hereditary. I was born a ghoul, but didn't start changing until I reached adolescence. A ghul, g-h-u-l, a desert spirit like a genii, found my ancestress who had been buried alive, rescued her and took her for his bride. All their male descendents are ghouls, g-h-o-u-l-s." He paused to take a sip of water.

Jim jumped in still flabbergasted. "But you're a doctor, your father was a doctor." He shuddered.

"I have a mother, you know." McCoy said coolly. "And yes there are a lot of doctors in her family tree. Doctors and undertakers. In the days of yore, undertakers were considered `unclean', so it was perfect job for us ghouls. As life got more civilized, it became harder to keep quiet, but fortunately we don't need to feed or change that often."

Spock observed; "However, feeding gives you vitality. That is why in so many planetside situations you are the most vulnerable member of the landing party, because you refrain from partaking of human flesh."

"Yes, I resist my urges. Unlike some people on the other side of a force field." Len muttered.

"He's dead, Jim." Kirk quoted. He didn't know whether to be ironic or frightened. "You act all upset when a crew member dies. I'll bet you're just waiting to get them to the autopsy room for a little bedtime snack."

"I regret the death of each and every crewmember. I strive to defeat death and feel the loss deeply. I resist, Great Bird knows, how I resist, but once in a great while, before someone is cremated, I take nourishment."

"And what if he does?" The Vulcan inquired. "Think about the whole man and your history with him. Is Leonard H. McCoy in fact an award winning doctor that other starship and base commanders have tried to poach from you? Does he do his job above and beyond the call of duty?" Been a friend, steadfast and loyal?
"
"Yes, yes, and dammit yes!" Kirk was forced to concede. "Although, after today, I may rely a little more on Med Tech Gonzales. He can really think on his feet, er, foot."

"So, Jim, are you letting me outta here or outing me?" Bones wrung his hands.

"One thing first, tell me about zombies."

"Hate'em, can't stand the unnatural, trice damned things. This is only the second time in my life I've had the misfortune to encounter `em, and they always make me loose control. Hell, food should not walk around. And when they attack the people I care about, I fight back as best I can -- with tooth and claw." Len's blue eyes blazed. He dared Kirk to challenge him.

Instead, Captain Kirk slapped the panel and released the force field. "This is a lot to take in." He shook his head. "Gentlemen, I need a drink, probably more than one. Would you care to join me?"

FIN

Top 10 Bad Post Coital Lines

• I didn't think it would end that way.
• Get down!
• You should have that mole seen to.
• I've always depended on the kindness of strangers.
• Beam me up, Scotty.
• So... do you come here often?
• Boop!
• Love means never having to say you're sorry.
• It's green.
• The rest is silence.

Tribble Round Up [G]

Title: Tribble Round Up
Author: Artemis (ArtemisOK@aol.com)
Series: TOS
Codes: Sc/Ch, M
Rating: [G]
Parts: 1/1
Summary: Scotty and Christine find many hands make light work
Disclaimer: CBS-Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement intended, no money being made.
Feedback: Will write for feedback
Beta: Thank you to Iddy for the beta. All mistakes are my own.
Author’s Note: In honor of Majel Barrett-Rodenberry and James Doohan. I missed their birthdays, so I thought I’d let them out to play.
Archive: Artemys Aquiver, ASC, ASCEML, THFFF, and the like. All others please ask.

Tribble Round Up

Lt. Commander Montgomery Scott walked into Sickbay carrying an empty specimen collector: bio, alive, extra large. He was under orders to get every last tribble off the Enterprise. He was pleasantly surprised to be met by Lt. Christine Chapel. She was standing by an identical collection case, holding a long pole with a small net at the top.

“And what do ye call that?” He asked.

“It’s a Lacrosse stick.” She explained. “I used to play in school and I had it in my quarters. It comes in handy for fishing the little furries out of tight spots.” She brandished it about.

Scotty smiled; “How engineering of ye!” He looked about the room. “Ye seem to have scooped up most of the wee beasties. How can I help?”

Christine stepped close to him and said, “Listen.” There was a purring coo coming from the air vent.

“Oh, aye, they do love the warm vents. Did ye want me to get them fer ye?” He reached for the ladder that stood inside the door.

“I was hoping that you could steady the ladder while I got them out.” Christine put a slim hand on Commander Scott’s strong right arm. She smiled up at him.

“Aye, lass, I can do that for ye.” He smiled back at her.

Chris pulled the top off the specimen collector while Scotty set up the ladder. There was no worry about the tribbles escaping, because the cases were made like lobster traps. It was easy enough for a creature to get in through the top, but they couldn’t crawl out. To access their specimens, biologist had to open a hatch on the side.

She heard the tap as the ladder touched the wall and turned. “All set?” She asked.

“Up ye go!” He laughed and made a slight bow. She giggled and gave him her hand. He made a great show of helping his lady fair to mount the steep ascension.

All chivalry aside, Scotty had a marvelous view of Chris’ mini-skirted backside as she climbed that ladder. She stopped with her bum just above his eye level. He turned his head away; the temptation to brush away loose tribble fur was very strong.

She rose on tip-toe to press the catch and swing back the grate covering the air vent. As it swung away, she ducked and nearly lost her balance. He put his hand on the small of her back and steadied her. She whispered thanks and a quick salute with her stick.

The first few were to easy reach; Chris handed them down to Scotty who popped them in the specimen collector. After that she used her improvised net to pull them out.

Nurse Chapel counted as she passed them down. “Thirty, thirty-one thirty-two, that’s the last one. Ready or not here I come.” She closed the vent with a flourish and lost her balance. “Eeek!” She fell into Commander Scott’s arms.

‘Oomph, I’ve got ye, lass.” He held her tightly.

Blushing furiously, she replied; “Thank you, I don’t usually throw myself at men, you know.”

“Glad to be of assistance. You are the bonniest thing I’ve caught all day.” He gave her a squeeze and got one in return. Then he sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Chris asked.

Scotty answered; “I wanted to ask ye up for a wee dram, but I’m out of Scotch.”

“I have a bottle of rum.” She offered with a shy smile.

He chuckled. “I reckoned we earned our ration for today. I’ll pick you up after shift change.”

“You’ll have to put her down first.” A gruff voice came from the Medical Lab door. Commander Scott and Lt. Chapel snapped to attention. Doctor McCoy strode forth pointing at the collection bins. “Get those things out of my Sick Bay, you two!”

“Yes, sir!” They replied. They each picked up a container and scurried out the door.

After it swooshed shut, Bones laughed to himself. “Grown men and women carrying on like school kids, I never.” He picked up the Lacrosse stick from where it lay forgotten on the deck. “I wonder what they used this for.” He shook his head. “Never mind, I don’t want to know.”

FIN

Spiced Peaches XX - Review

Let me start with a round of applause for Janet our Editor-in-Chief extraordinaire! I don’t know how you do this. I stand (sit) in awe.

STORIES

Do Not Look at Me with My T'hy'la's Eyes
By Shoshana

Tissue alert, beautiful, intelligent.

Show and Tell
By Shoshana

I do like this. I have a soft spot for Grandpas Spock and McCoy stories and you told a dozy.
Emotional Logic
By Jessica

Delightful and strangely logical

Etta James Perfect
By Quirk of the Trade

Very visceral, I could see, hear and smell the club.
I loved McCoy – heck, I loved them all.

Marked Men
By Ster Julie

Aww, just adorable.

My Ageless Love
By Ster Julie

A prose poem, lyrical and lingering. We should all be so lucky.

Parents and Vulcans
By Tempest

Yipes! I’m glad someone thought of how unsettling those comparisons could be.

Your Spock and McCoy fit so well together, even when they are feeling their way in the relationship.

Restrictions
By Qzeebrella

Packed with flavor, easy to savor.
Snowfire
By Qzeebrella

Fascinating, snow is foreign, alien and full of wonder.

Synchronization
By Yami no Kaiba

Warning: Forced imprisonment, biological death

I kind of read this one between my fingers. (Don’t ask me how), but I’m glad I read it. Well done.


ART

Love is a Battlefield
By Melinda

Compelling images


Doctor Bones - By Greywolf the Wanderer

Thoughtful Kitty Spock - By Greywolf the Wanderer

Tranquil Kitty Spock - By Greywolf the Wanderer

Delightful, wide-eyed, but not so innocent.


I Am Here - By Qzeebrella

Brrr, it is cold in here or is it just that poem? Well done.

Clash - By Tarantel

Ouch! Strong imagery.

The Kiss - By Tarantel

Unique and passionate.

Peeking - By Tarantel

I spy with my little eye – something wonderful!

Sex on the Beach

NEW TOS Sex on the Beach 1/1 [NC-17] (S/Mc)
Title: Sex on the Beach
Author: Artemis (ArtemisOK@aol.com)
Series: TOS
Codes: S/Mc
Rating: [NC-17]
Parts: 1/1
Summary: A Valentine’s postcard from Spock and McCoy
Disclaimer: CBS-Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement intended, no money being made.
Feedback: Will write for feedback
Beta: No beta, all mistakes are my own.
Author’s Note: Written for the Valentine’s mini-wave. Tense confusion is deliberate.
Archiving: The Spock/McCoyote’s Den, Artemys Aquiver, and ASC, ASCEML


SEX ON THE BEACH

Two handsome lovers walk hand in hand
All alone on Hawaii’s golden shore
They run to their blanket in the sand
Their passion a-kindled once more

“Shit!” cried Leonard with disgust as he deleted the verse. “This is terrible. I’ll try again.”

Two
Young men
In Paradise
On sliver sand
Making passionate love in the moonlight.

The future Doctor McCoy sighed. “Better, but too stilted. Let’s try this.”

There was a young Vulcan names Spock,
Who had an amazing cock.
I know how to treat him
I suck him and eat him
And then some green booty, I’ll knock.

He shook his head. “Dammit, I’m a med student, not a poet.” He opened a new page.

**************
The crash of the waves, the cry of the gulls, the sighing of the wind in the palm trees made up our serenade.

The beach was ours. Only our foot prints marked the golden sand. Four coconut palms provided a wind break and made scattered shade on our blanket.

Beside the blanket lined up in Star Fleet style, were our shoes, our swimsuits and a cooler. Inside the cooler were four beers, some sandwiches, a couple of mangoes and the suntan oil.

Spock lay half dozing, watching the waves. He was always fascinated by the ocean. So much water, he says, we don’t have that at home.

At first I just watch him watch the waves, and then I began to run my hands over his olive-green tan. Being half human makes him more susceptible to Sol’s rays. I pop open the top off the oil and began to run some coconut scented SPF on his back.

I started with his neck where the short military haircut stops, massaging and caressing. I moved to his broad shoulders. At first he relaxed, under my ministrations, but then he flinched.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Don’t stop. It’s just a little sore from the wrestling match with the Telerite. Those Telerite females are tougher than they look.” He put his hand on top of mine and gave it a brief squeeze.

Down and around on the shoulder blades, Spock began to stir a little. I smiled to myself.

I laid down a cool line of oil along his spine. He gasped. “I’ll warm ya up.” I whispered in his pointed ear. I eased the oil over his lateral rib cage reaching as far under his body as I could. I paused exhilarated to feel the beat of his heart under my hand.

I smoothed the oil down the bumpy ridge of his backbone. He squirmed more frantically.

My hands span his narrow waist, moving up and down, up and down. His chesni are swollen and sensitive. I stroke them and the Vulcan under me moans.

Finally, I reach his buttocks. I pour the oil into my hands to warm it up first. I apply both hands to his left butt cheek, kneading and caressing. I finish with a little slap. I give the right a little more attention, lingering over his birthmark that looks like Georgia.
Spock makes small thrusting motions into the blanket. I grin and begin the run my finger up and down his crack. The third time, I touch his asshole he pushes up towards me.

“Now, Len, I need you now.” He begs.

And even though I’m as horny as he is, I say; “But shug, I have to keep going or you’ll burn.”

My fine young Vulcan rises up on his elbow and looks back at me. He impales me with his eyes.

“I burn for you.” He says in a rough voice that sends hot and cold shivers down my spine.

“Ah, ah…” I start. Great Bird, he’s so sexy, like that looking over his shoulder, down the length of his shiny, shiny back. I want to say something witty and debonair, but all I manager to say is; “You look hot.”

“Fuck me.” He says. Not original either, but what the hell.

My dick twitches. Little Horatio agrees with Spock and so do I. I reach into a side pocket of the cooler and bring out the JZ lube. I squeeze a good daub into my hand and grease up two fingers. I slide them home, preparing the way.

Spock hisses, “Yessss”.

Encouraged, I move my fingers in a steady rhythm. My free hand imitates the motion getting my dick all slick and ready. Spock comes up on his hands and knees, and so I withdraw my fingers. When he is in position, I knock on heaven’s door.

There is no need to tell him to relax. We both want this and know what we are doing. Slowly carefully, I enter him. Each hot, tight inch excites my senses and threatens to short circuit my brain. Finally, I’m sheathed as far as I can go. We both sigh. I grab his right hip and put my other hand on his lightly over his chesni to steady myself.

Slow at first, long drawn strokes that hit his prostrate. He grunts and pushes back. We set a pace that is timeless and mutually satisfying.

Somewhere in the cloud of passion, I notice that Spock is stroking himself. I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “Let me take care of that for you.”

He answers back, “I have it well in hand. Just keep doing what you’re doing and we shall reach a satisfactory conclusion.”

“I aim to please.” Says I as I kiss his neck and thrust home.

He grunts. “Your aim is excellent.”

Sometime later, I feel the heaviness in my balls. I grasp my lover’s hips with both hands and start the race to the finish. Fast and frantic, hot and hard, each stroke building to a crescendo and a primal scream as my sperm is launched deep into his bowels.

Beneath me, he shudders and growls. With my penis still trapped inside him, Spock rears like a stallion and sends his cum shooting out. It arches outward nearly reaching the edge of the blanket. I reach under his arms with mine and ride him back down. I am released with an exhausted plop.

He turns onto his back and we kiss deeply.

I move my head in the direction of his spunk trail. “Damn boy! That must be a meter and half!”

“One point five-two meters to be exact.” He says absently mindedly as he traces my sweat down my chest.

I realize that he is writing his initials. “So, I’m claimed?”

“Yes.” He states firmly. Mercurially, the Vulcan’s mood changes, “Do you mind?”

“Not in the least.” I reach to tousle his hair but change my mind and pull him in for a tight embrace.

Suddenly I’m thirsty. I become very aware of the tropical sun and the trade winds. I rise up on my elbow and reach across his verdant flushed body.

“Wanna a beer?” I asked.

“It is important to replenish electrolytes.” He replied.

I claimed a kiss in passing as I reach for the cooler. I brought out two Steger’s Pale Ales and twisted off the caps. I handed one of the cool green bottles to a sweaty Spock. We toasted and took a long pull. Setting the bottles firmly in the sand, we lay back on the blanket letting the breeze dry us off.

Replete and sated, fucked out and tired
Spooning asleep
Spock and McCoy
Aloha

FIN

Sex on the Beach

NEW TOS Sex on the Beach 1/1 [NC-17] (S/Mc)
Title: Sex on the Beach
Author: Artemis (ArtemisOK@aol.com)
Series: TOS
Codes: S/Mc
Rating: [NC-17]
Parts: 1/1
Summary: A Valentine’s postcard from Spock and McCoy
Disclaimer: CBS-Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement intended, no money being made.
Feedback: Will write for feedback
Beta: No beta, all mistakes are my own.
Author’s Note: Written for the Valentine’s mini-wave. Tense confusion is deliberate.
Archiving: The Spock/McCoyote’s Den, Artemys Aquiver, and ASC, ASCEML


SEX ON THE BEACH

Two handsome lovers walk hand in hand
All alone on Hawaii’s golden shore
They run to their blanket in the sand
Their passion a-kindled once more

“Shit!” cried Leonard with disgust as he deleted the verse. “This is terrible. I’ll try again.”

Two
Young men
In Paradise
On sliver sand
Making passionate love in the moonlight.

The future Doctor McCoy sighed. “Better, but too stilted. Let’s try this.”

There was a young Vulcan names Spock,
Who had an amazing cock.
I know how to treat him
I suck him and eat him
And then some green booty, I’ll knock.

He shook his head. “Dammit, I’m a med student, not a poet.” He opened a new page.

**************
The crash of the waves, the cry of the gulls, the sighing of the wind in the palm trees made up our serenade.

The beach was ours. Only our foot prints marked the golden sand. Four coconut palms provided a wind break and made scattered shade on our blanket.

Beside the blanket lined up in Star Fleet style, were our shoes, our swimsuits and a cooler. Inside the cooler were four beers, some sandwiches, a couple of mangoes and the suntan oil.

Spock lay half dozing, watching the waves. He was always fascinated by the ocean. So much water, he says, we don’t have that at home.

At first I just watch him watch the waves, and then I began to run my hands over his olive-green tan. Being half human makes him more susceptible to Sol’s rays. I pop open the top off the oil and began to run some coconut scented SPF on his back.

I started with his neck where the short military haircut stops, massaging and caressing. I moved to his broad shoulders. At first he relaxed, under my ministrations, but then he flinched.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Don’t stop. It’s just a little sore from the wrestling match with the Telerite. Those Telerite females are tougher than they look.” He put his hand on top of mine and gave it a brief squeeze.

Down and around on the shoulder blades, Spock began to stir a little. I smiled to myself.

I laid down a cool line of oil along his spine. He gasped. “I’ll warm ya up.” I whispered in his pointed ear. I eased the oil over his lateral rib cage reaching as far under his body as I could. I paused exhilarated to feel the beat of his heart under my hand.

I smoothed the oil down the bumpy ridge of his backbone. He squirmed more frantically.

My hands span his narrow waist, moving up and down, up and down. His chesni are swollen and sensitive. I stroke them and the Vulcan under me moans.

Finally, I reach his buttocks. I pour the oil into my hands to warm it up first. I apply both hands to his left butt cheek, kneading and caressing. I finish with a little slap. I give the right a little more attention, lingering over his birthmark that looks like Georgia.
Spock makes small thrusting motions into the blanket. I grin and begin the run my finger up and down his crack. The third time, I touch his asshole he pushes up towards me.

“Now, Len, I need you now.” He begs.

And even though I’m as horny as he is, I say; “But shug, I have to keep going or you’ll burn.”

My fine young Vulcan rises up on his elbow and looks back at me. He impales me with his eyes.

“I burn for you.” He says in a rough voice that sends hot and cold shivers down my spine.

“Ah, ah…” I start. Great Bird, he’s so sexy, like that looking over his shoulder, down the length of his shiny, shiny back. I want to say something witty and debonair, but all I manager to say is; “You look hot.”

“Fuck me.” He says. Not original either, but what the hell.

My dick twitches. Little Horatio agrees with Spock and so do I. I reach into a side pocket of the cooler and bring out the JZ lube. I squeeze a good daub into my hand and grease up two fingers. I slide them home, preparing the way.

Spock hisses, “Yessss”.

Encouraged, I move my fingers in a steady rhythm. My free hand imitates the motion getting my dick all slick and ready. Spock comes up on his hands and knees, and so I withdraw my fingers. When he is in position, I knock on heaven’s door.

There is no need to tell him to relax. We both want this and know what we are doing. Slowly carefully, I enter him. Each hot, tight inch excites my senses and threatens to short circuit my brain. Finally, I’m sheathed as far as I can go. We both sigh. I grab his right hip and put my other hand on his lightly over his chesni to steady myself.

Slow at first, long drawn strokes that hit his prostrate. He grunts and pushes back. We set a pace that is timeless and mutually satisfying.

Somewhere in the cloud of passion, I notice that Spock is stroking himself. I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “Let me take care of that for you.”

He answers back, “I have it well in hand. Just keep doing what you’re doing and we shall reach a satisfactory conclusion.”

“I aim to please.” Says I as I kiss his neck and thrust home.

He grunts. “Your aim is excellent.”

Sometime later, I feel the heaviness in my balls. I grasp my lover’s hips with both hands and start the race to the finish. Fast and frantic, hot and hard, each stroke building to a crescendo and a primal scream as my sperm is launched deep into his bowels.

Beneath me, he shudders and growls. With my penis still trapped inside him, Spock rears like a stallion and sends his cum shooting out. It arches outward nearly reaching the edge of the blanket. I reach under his arms with mine and ride him back down. I am released with an exhausted plop.

He turns onto his back and we kiss deeply.

I move my head in the direction of his spunk trail. “Damn boy! That must be a meter and half!”

“One point five-two meters to be exact.” He says absently mindedly as he traces my sweat down my chest.

I realize that he is writing his initials. “So, I’m claimed?”

“Yes.” He states firmly. Mercurially, the Vulcan’s mood changes, “Do you mind?”

“Not in the least.” I reach to tousle his hair but change my mind and pull him in for a tight embrace.

Suddenly I’m thirsty. I become very aware of the tropical sun and the trade winds. I rise up on my elbow and reach across his verdant flushed body.

“Wanna a beer?” I asked.

“It is important to replenish electrolytes.” He replied.

I claimed a kiss in passing as I reach for the cooler. I brought out two Steger’s Pale Ales and twisted off the caps. I handed one of the cool green bottles to a sweaty Spock. We toasted and took a long pull. Setting the bottles firmly in the sand, we lay back on the blanket letting the breeze dry us off.

Replete and sated, fucked out and tired
Spooning asleep
Spock and McCoy
Aloha

FIN

Take a Bow

Sulu stared wide eyed into the mirror. “Are you serious? This is what Janice said she wanted for Valentine’s?” he asked Chekov. Sulu was wearing a diaper, fluffy wings, a red sash tied in a bow. He had a violin.

“Da, I overheard her tell Kathy, it was very romantic.” Pavel reassured him between snickers.

Later in Yeoman Rand’s quarters.

Jan wiped her eyes and stopped laughing. “I said, I wanted to watch ‘The Red Shoes’. It’s very romantic. There’s a musician who does wonders with his violin bow.” She unpinned his diaper. “This, however, will do nicely.”

FIN

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Star Trek Top 10 Voyager Rejected Bio Titles

Janeway – Now, Voyager
Chakotay – The Indian in the Cupboard
Kim – Gone in 60 Seconds
Paris – The Origin of Species
Tuvok – A Beautiful Mind
EMH – Doctor Who
B’Elanna – The Last Time I Saw Paris
7 of 9 – I Feel Like a Number
Neelix – Take Home Chef
Kes – The Hobbit

Star Trek: Top 10 Deep Space Nine Rejected Bio Titles

Sisko – The Omen
Jadzia Dax – E Pluribus Unum
Kira – Stand by Your Man
Odo – The Blob
Bashir – The Spy Who Loved Me
Garak – True Lies
Jake – Sins of the Father
Nog – The Cisco Kid Was a Friend of Mine
Quark – For a Few Dollars More
O’Brian – Hail to the Chief

Star Trek: Top 10 Rejected Bio Titles - Data

I Am Curious Yellow
I, Robot
Goldeneye
The Brave Little Toaster
I Sing the Body Electric
The Man with the Golden Gun
Iron Man
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Pinocchio
Tin Man
Golden Child

Star Trek - TNG Top 10 Bio - Rejected Titles

STAR TREK TOP TEN
THE NEXT GENERATION BIOGRAPHIES – REJECTED TITLES

Picard – Talking ‘Bout My Generation
Riker – The Mirror Has Two Faces
Deanna - Feelings
Geordi – The Miracle Worker
Data – The Golden O
Worf – How to Win Friends and Influence People
Doctor Crusher – Dream Lover
Wesley – The Golden Child
Guinan – Another Tequila Sunrise
Q – The Jerk

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Top Ten TOS Bio - Rejected Titles

Kirk – A Bridge Too Far
Spock – It’s Not Easy Being Green
McCoy – Old Yeller
Uhura – Black Magic Woman
Scotty – Left Behind
Chekov – Scream
Sulu – The Lieutenant
Chapel – Christine
Rand – Coffee, Tea, or Me
Riley – Of Thee I Sing

Saurian Brandy

I
Need a
Drink or two
To kill the pain
Saurian brandy – killed the dinosaurs
First do no harm. I took an oath to help.
I’ll help myself
To another
Little
Drink

Delish Duet

Star Trek: Enterprise Top 10 Bios - Rejected Titles

STAR TREK TOP TEN
ENTERPRISE BIOGRAPHIES – REJECTED TITLES

Archer – Let’s Do the Time Warp, Again!
T’Pol – How Green Was My Valley
Merryweather – Lost in Space
Sato – Fear of Flying
Reed – Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang
Trip – Get Your Motor Running
Phlox – All Creatures Great and Small
Shran – Surrender the Pink
Lt. Daniels – Help
Silik – Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

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Family Photo

Tribute to Deforest Kelley

Tribute to Deforest Kelley

Deforest Kelley, I love ya when you’re smiling
Your grins, your grins they make the sun to shine.
Your sparkling eyes I find them so beguiling
And your soft voice, it makes me melt and pine.

An actor who portrayed the tortured soul
Or villain with the blackest heart
When God made you, he broke the genteel mold
Dearest De you were a man apart.

Happy Birthday, Deforest Kelly

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Ambassador's Son, Part 2, Sp/Mc [NC17]

Scene II

(Spock and Leonard climb into the flitter. Spock engages the automatic pilot. Then they laugh heartily and embrace. They kiss open mouthed, briefly and passionately.)

Spock: Leonard, I cannot believe you talked me into that!

Leonard: I can’t believe you went along with it, but I’m glad you did.

Spock: I thought surely your mother would come up to see what was taking so long.

Leonard: That was the one thing I could count on. She knows I’m a clotheshorse and it takes me forever to get dressed.

Spock: You, however, get undressed very quickly.

Leonard: (sputters) My tux was the color of Andorian skin! (He slaps Spock on the knee), Boy, you are a genius.

Spock: Where did you get that… that… piece of sartorial satire?

Leonard: My mom bought it. She’s into Twentieth century history and culture. We had "Tee Vee" dinners the other night, ugh.

Spock: I’m sure my evening’s repast was much tastier. (He pulls Leonard close) As a matter of fact, I would not be adverse to seconds. (Spock tugs on Leonard’s waistband.)

Leonard: Seconds, I haven’t recovered from first, yet, darlin.’ (He gently removes Spock’s hand)

Spock: (looks down cast) I understand.

Leonard: Aw, Spock honey, don’t. Look, how long until we get to the Andorian Embassy?

Spock: At current course and speed, forty-seven minutes and fifty-three seconds.

Leonard: Plenty of time. (He slips down between Spock’s knees) Cadet, I suggest you remove those trousers, if you don’t want them stained and wrinkled. (Spock obliges) Oh my, were you planning on wearing that all evening?

Spock: Just until you noticed.

Leonard: Well, you could have been the Belle of the Ball. All the ladies would have lined up to dance with the Big Man on the Academy Campus. Where did you find my codpiece and when did you put it on?

Spock: On the floor beside your bed. I put it on while you were in the bathroom. I am constantly amazed that you are allowed to keep your room in such a state of disarray. It would not be tolerated on Vulcan.

Leonard: Well, it works for me. Now, if you don’t mind, it’s not polite to talk with my mouth full.

LATER (They are dressed, watching the world skim by under the flitter)

Spock: Well timed, Len. We have 4.7 minutes until we reach the embassy.

Leonard: Just one final detail. Let me fix your lipstick, sweetheart.

Spock: It is a Vulcan cosmetic designed to camouflage such features as Humans might finds disquieting.

Leonard: In other words: Vulcan lipstick.

Spock: (Sighs) Yes. Leonard, when you call me "sweetheart", is that a sincere indication of your feelings towards me, or is it just a verbal habit?

Leonard: (Leonard takes Spock’s face in his hands) My dear Spock, I am very sincere when I call you "sweetheart", "darling", "honey" and I wish you would fall into the same habit.

Spock: Understood, darlin’.

THE END

Ambassador's Son, Part 1, Sp/Mc

CAST:
Spock
Leonard McCoy
Mary McCoy - Leonard’s mother
Emma Jackson - Her sister
PLACE: The McCoy farm in Georgia
TIME: Dec 27, 2249

Scene I

Emily: It’s about time you called. What took so long?

Mary: Clothes, what else? I thought boys were supposed to be easier than girls. That nice Vulcan ambassador’s son, Spock arranged for Leonard to go to the Andorian Embassy Ball with him. Well, Leonard came out of his room in a red and yellow Retro-Ren outfit with a codpiece big enough to smuggle squash. So, I told him: March right back upstairs, young man, and put one something decent.

Emily: And did he?

Mary: Well, let me tell you. Cadet Spock shows up at the front door looking immaculate in his dress grays. He even brought me flowers! Leonard comes down in his powder blue tuxedo (The one with the ruffled shirt).

And Spock says, very diplomatically, "Leonard, while the overall style of your garment is appropriate for the occasion, the color is not. That particular shade of blue too closely resembles Andorian skin tone."

"Well, what I am supposed to wear?" Len challenged, "Mom didn’t like my court costume. You don’t like my tux. Do you want me to walk around as naked as a jay bird?"

"Jay birds are also blue. Why don’t I help you choose something suitable for the ball?" Spock offered.

Leonard took Spock’s arm and led him up to his room all the time complaining about his lack of formal wear.

Emily (laughing): Formal wear! That boy! ‘Member last summer at Ester’s wedding, when he thought he was dressed up because he had on a long sleeved shirt and hard soled shoes?

Mary (laughing): I know! Anyway, I thought they were going to be late, it took them so long to get him ready. However, eventually, they did come down and - Oh, Emma, you should have seen my Lenny, he looked so handsome. He was wearing that white silk shirt from Ester’s wedding with black pants, a long black vest and the silver Caduceus bolo tie Daddy gave him when he graduated college. Simple, but elegant. That Spock is a wonder.

Emily: Did you take pictures?

Mary: Well, of course, I did. I’ll send them to you as soon as we disconnect. I can’t do two things at once. I’m still exhausted; Leonard’s room was a mess!

Emily: As always, and to think an ambassador’s son had to see that mess. Tsk!

Mary: Humph, I asked David how Leonard could ever hope to be a doctor and not learn to pick up after himself. David said casually, that that’s what nurses were for.

(Mary and Emily laugh)

Mary: Still, Leonard looked neat as a pin when they left here tonight. I do believe that Spock will be a good influence on him.

Circuits & Memories, Christine/Roger

“Beyond the edge of the starlight, my love is wandering in starflight …
… Tell him remember, remember me.”

And he did.

He poured his essence into an android body and he still remembered me.

But he wasn’t Roger anymore. I can still see that flap of ‘skin’ hanging loose.

“Does this matter?” He asked.

Dear God, yes. Somewhere in those circuits, you lost your soul.

My Roger didn’t want to rule the galaxy. He only wanted to save lives.

Lost, found and lost again and now I’m left to wander the starry seas.

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A Study in Blue [PG] Sp/Mc

Spock stepped out of the capacious shower stall and wrapped a simple lava-lava around his waist. The massage setting of the sonics had done wonders for him. The heated tiles under his feet reminded him of home, as did the basin of spice sands inset beside the wet sink. Although the sonic shower had provided adequate cleansing, Spock strolled over to the basin and robbed the sand between his palms releasing the spicy scents: Cinnamon, nugen, ginger, sun-warmed skin. He rubbed it up and down his forearms.

Spock wondered, "What was keeping McCoy?" //Risa was his idea, after all.// "What happens on Risa, stays on Risa" he reassured Spock. Days of strolling arm in arm along the beach and the nights, ah the nights together, with no red alerts and no Jim Kirk. And now McCoy was late.

Spock went into the living area. On the bar were two shot glasses and a squat glass bottle of blue liquor. This was to be Leonard's anniversary present, //I will teach him to keep me waiting.// Spock opened the bottle and helped himself to a small aperitif. The blue liquid burned pleasantly down his throat.

Their agreed upon agenda was simple; anything but camping or rock climbing. Sailing, yes, Len was a good sailor. "All the nice Vulcans love a sailor." Where did that come from? Spock returned to musing on McCoy - sunburned, wind-tossed. His eyes impossibly blue surrounded by his smiling tanned face.

Spock sipped his drink again. It was a joy to see Len sitting at the rudder of a yawl. Commander McCoy ran a taut ship and a naughty cabin boy could find himself facing the Captain's Mast.

Captain - a jarring thought chased away with more of the blue liquor. Without inertial dampers James T. Kirk got seasick! Spock chuckled. Merely discussing sea conditions and choice of sailing craft was enough to dissuade Jim from joining them.

Sea breeze, surf, and the song of the pseudo-gulls had lulled Spock into a light doze, suddenly the door to the suite opened, Spock's heart leapt into his armpit. There stood Leonard McCoy dressed in native garb. Sandals and a blue lava-lava accented his long legs. A blue and white print aloha shirt hung open, revealing his chest and belly. Spock's eyes traveled from Len's chest following the line of hair as it disappeared into the wraparound. His face - a smile warmer than Risa's sun, eyes bluer...than this stuff.

Len stepped into the suite and dropped his bags. "Aw, Spock, honey it so good to see you."

Spock stood up and attempted to straighten his tunic. He was surprised to discover he wasn't wearing one.

McCoy laughed softly, "Spock, I do believe you are tipsy." He stepped forward and they embraced, kissing deeply. As they paused for air McCoy asked, "Honey, is that Romulan Ale, I taste?"

"Yes," Spock said reaching behind him for the bottle, "Happy Anniversary, Plum." He poured two glasses and toasted each other. Kissing again, quickly so the taste of the ale mixed with the taste of their kisses.

There are only a few substances in the Alpha Quadrant that can inebriate a Vulcan, trust the Romulans to make one of the best. And a damned tasty one at that, thought McCoy.

"Spock, reports out of HQ say this stuff is unavailable."

"Star Fleet intelligence was wrong, Doctor."


Fin

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Miles to Go Before I Sleep [PG] Keiko/Bashir, Keiko/O'Brien

It was 0100 hours, Julian paused at the door exiting the O’Brien’s quarters. He kissed Keiko good-bye and gave her pert nipples a tweak. She moaned quietly, it wouldn’t do to wake up Molly.

Ops had let Mrs. O’Brien know that her husband was on an approach vector to Deep Space Nine and would be home soon and so reluctantly and discretely Julian slipped away down the dark passage.

Keiko went to her bedroom to change the sheets and get a shower. She needed to be fresh. “After all” she said to herself, “I’ve Miles to go before I sleep.”

Good Night

St. Nicholas' Day [G] McCoy/Chapel

Christine Chapel was leaving the Enterprise to start her new life today. She anxiously paced the transporter room hoping that someone special would come to see her off. She broke into a bright smile as the door opened and Doctor McCoy came hustling in.

“Oh, good,” He said with a lopsided grin. “I didn’t miss you.” He took her hand.

“I have a little going away present for you.” Chris give him a little velvet box.

“But you’re the one going away, darlin’.” He protested. Still under her nervous gaze he opened the box. Inside was a St. Nicholas medal. Bones was puzzled.

“He is the patron saint of the transporter, because of the three dismembered boys he reassembled and brought back to life.” She explained. “It should be doubly blessed because this is St. Nicholas’ Day.” Christine took the medal from the box and placed it around Leonard’s neck. She carefully tucked it into his shirt and patted it. “There all safe.” She said with a smug and sad smile.

The good doctor led his former head nurse to the edge of the pad. He glanced up. “Well, lookee here! Mistletoe! That parasite seems to be popping up all over the ship, must be the season.” Chris blushed, but put her arms on Len’s shoulders. He planted a juicy kiss on her hot lips. She returned the kiss in full measure. “Miss Chapel, I do declare!” They laughed.

“Just consider that incentive to come and seek me out when you get to San Francisco.” She gave him a quick buss. “Remember, you’re not my supervisor anymore.” With that she stepped onto the transporter and departed in a golden rain.

Bones stood there, his hand resting on the medal inside his shirt. Under his breath he muttered. “I searched the world over, and thought I found true love, but you met another and ... you were gone."!”

FIN

Lessons [PG-13] Sp/Mc

Commander Leonard H. McCoy was a little nervous. After all, this was a milestone in Spock’s and his relationship. It was their first weekend away together since they reunited on the Enterprise. Ostensibly, they were attending a life science conference on Dnalyal IV, but Bones had managed to book them a suite together at the exclusive and secluded Vegas del Mar island resort.

Commander Spock, being Spock, had not come right out and said that he was pleased with the arrangements, but he had set about to schedule his day to maximize the time that he could spend alone with his lover.

He watched now as Leonard dithered putting away his clothing and toiletries. Finally, McCoy dropped a dress shirt back into his bag and turned to him. “Say, Spock, how much closet space you gonna need?” He actually blushed. “And while I’m at it, do want the top drawer of the dresser or the bottom?”

“I beg your pardon, Doctor. Did you just enquire about my sartorial storage space?” Spock goaded.

“No, you long-eared jack rabbit, I wanted to know if you intended to hang upside down in the closet like a bat or sleep in the drawer like a vampire!”

Spock cocked an eyebrow. His eyes alight. “Perhaps I shall burrow under the covers, like a ‘long-eared jack rabbit’.” He indicated the accumulated bags on the floor. “As you have brought twice the luggage I have, I must assume that you are still a clothes horse.”

Len’s face darkened; “Dammit Spock! Don’t be such a jackass!” He took a deep breath. “I’m just trying to be considerate. Ya know: share and share alike! That’s one thing Joy…‘She Who Will Not Be Named’ managed to teach me: that a little thoughtfulness goes a long way. ”

“Indeed, my mother said much the same thing.” The Vulcan caressed his t’hy’la’s cheek. “As did your mother, I assume.”

McCoy grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, Mom did, but *She* made her point by throwing crockery, just because I used our only living room shelf to display my collection of rare medical specimens.” He laughed ruefully and shook his head.

“Breaking dishes is illogical, my mother would have handled that much more diplomatically.”

“Yeah, like how?”

“Either by putting a curtain over the offending objects or claiming that the le-matya skull would ‘scar’ the baby.”

McCoy laughed. “God, how *She* hated that thing; she said it kept staring at her.”

“Undoubtedly, it was sizing *Her* up as a potential mate. As our Captain says ‘it takes one to know one.”

“You could be right.” McCoy put his hand on Spock’s shoulder. “Say, K’ka, how did you know I kept the skull you gave me?” He stared deep into his lover’s eyes.

“Because you said you would. And although you can be exasperating and infuriating, you are a man of your word, Lenka.” He returned his gaze and stroked the hand on his shoulder.

Len used his other hand to trace Spock’s neck. “That reminds me; whatever happened to that puka shell necklace I gave you on our last vacation together in Hawaii. You promised to keep it forever.”

“I had every intention of doing so; however, it did not survive the Klingon barrage that destroyed my footlocker along with my cabin and most of deck five.”

McCoy was reminded once again that Spock had spent his entire Star Fleet career aboard the Enterprise. Always in harm’s way, no peaceful planet-side posting or safe science station for this Science Officer. He began to speak, his words tripping over the size-12 boot wedged in his mouth. “Aw, Shug….”

Spock cut him off by taking hold of his upper arms and lifting him up onto his toes. Then the Vulcan laid an almighty kiss on the surprised human. After 2.4 seconds, the human returned the kiss. It grew intense and heated. Spock released Len’s arms and clasped the human’s face with his long fingered hands. They kissed as if feeding from each other, gaining sustenance from the power of their longing and desire. Finally, they came up for air and Spock returned Leonard to the floor, his head spinning.

“Hot damn, where did you learn to kiss like that?!” Bones exclaimed with a broad grin as he rubbed his bruised triceps.

Spock fairly glowed with self-satisfaction; “From close observation of Captain Kirk. Whenever his paramour begins to talk too much, the Captain quiets her by bodily bringing her to his level and then applying his lips to hers. If she does not object at that point, he then proceeds to …”

“I get the picture. I never thought I be on the receiving end though. Let me see if I got this straight.” Now, Len took his darling by the arms and pulled him in for a kiss. Spock did not struggle, so he moved on to Phase Two. His fingers brushed Spock’s psi points and a blaze of passion flared between them.

Still kissing, still connected, they crashed onto the nearest bed. Probing tongues found open mouths. Eager hands roamed over lean bodies. Somehow, boots hit the floor, except the one size 12 that hit the wall and dislodged a painting. No one noticed.

Spock twined his legs with Leonard’s bringing their groins together in splendid heat. He rolled so that he had his blue-eyed beloved pinned underneath him. He rose up on his arms and looking down saying, “You may have the top drawer and two-thirds of the closet; however I shall need most of the area around the wash basin for my personal grooming and hygiene paraphernalia.”

FIN