McCoy/Spock - Rapunzel and long black hair
McCoy entered his cabin to the sounds of giggling, he peeked around the divider that separated his living-area from his small-office. He bit back a chuckle at the sight of the First-Officer wearing a blue paper hat with a purpler feather pinned to the side of it and his little girl with his bed's flat-sheet wrapped round her head, the fabric twisted into long ponytail.
"no,silly," snickered Joanna, "it's Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair."
Spock/McCoy - Feeling ridiculous, but looking awesome.
"As soon as we rescue Jim, I'm going to kill him," snipped Bones as he looked himself over in the mirror. "I look ridiculous," running his fingers through wavy butterscotch locks, "this will take months to wash out."
Spock tilted his head taking in the godlike image the doctor made, the unrealistic follicle pigment did clash with the dark leather and white wings, but it did seem to enhance the tan.
"So, what ya think?"
"As Jim would say 'you look awesome'."
McCoy/Joanna - Cookies
The scent of freshly baked cookies filled the bridge as Joanna went around passing out the home made treats.
"Don't be greedy Jim," said McCoy lightly smacking the back of Kirk's hand when he went for a second handful.
Joanna giggled skipping over to Spock's station, "Here you go Mr. Spock, me and daddy made it special for you."
"Thank you Miss Joanna," taking the white chocolate chip cookie from her.
"Do you know why it's so special," she gestured for him to lean forward her small hand cupped against Spock's ear. "It was made with extra love."
Spock, McCoy - Let your fingers do the walking
Spock ran his fingers lightly over the taut skin of his lover's belly feeling the life beneath shift under his fingertips. McCoy watched him from beneath his lashes, the Vulcan's warm fingers mapping out every stretch-mark and tracing every little foot or hand that pressed out against his skin.