Cast: McCoy, Kirk.
Notes: Written for a drabble prompt of "octopus".
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SPRAWL
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The next time Jim was drunk and decided to crash with Bones rather than walking home, he was damned well sleeping on the couch. Or the floor. Or anywhere that wasn't Bones' bed. The kid didn't sleep like a normal human being--he sprawled, apparently aiming to take up as much room as possible regardless of whether or not there was someone beside him. The first time Bones woke up, it was just Jim's cheek resting against his forearm. The second time, Jim was on his back with his arms flung out to either side, one of them over Bones' sternum. But the third time, Jim had managed to not only pillow his head on Bones' shoulder, but he had moved to lie directly in the middle of the bed, pressed along Bones' side--half on top of him, really, arms and legs stretched out--like it was the most comfortable thing in the world.
Bones elbowed him gently in the stomach, twice, and after a moment one of Jim's eyes cracked open. "How many limbs do you have?" Bones asked.
Jim's brow furrowed in sleepy confusion. "Two of each, last time I checked."
Removing Jim's arm from across his waist, Bones pushed him back toward the other side of the bed. "You sleep like a goddamned octopus."
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