Title : Darlin'
Author: LetyBaroque
Word count : 471
Pairing: Spock/McCoy
Genre: Humor/Romance (Fluff)
Rating: Light M
Disclaimers: They're not mine.
Warning: None.
Resume: Darlin'; Leonard knew what that pet name did to him.
Spock attempted to leave the bed, "attempted" being the key word. Predictably, his escape was prevent by an arm circling his waist, the grip tightening when he was moving too much for the liking of the other occupant of the bed. If he was human, Spock would be sighing right now.
They had the same argument every time they had a day off. Awake, the half-Vulcan would want to get out of bed to take care of his morning routine. Wishing to sleep in, Leonard would become clingy (not cuddly, men don't cuddle!).
"Leonard, I would appreciate if you could release me"
The doctor mumbled something unintelligible, his lips brushing Spock's sensitive skin as he spoke. The half-Vulcan shivered slightly, blaming the cold. However, he could feel the smirk of his lover against his side.
"Leonard, if you persist in holding me captive, I will have to "take matters into my own hands"."
At that, McCoy entangled his legs with those of Spock's.
"You're free to use your hands on me anytime you like, darlin'" the doctor teased, his southern drawl showing up.
The Commander closed his eyes, trying to fight the sudden wave of arousal overwhelming him. Darlin'; Leonard knew what that pet name did to him.
"Is everything alright, darlin'?" the human asked mischievously, his hand wandering over the half-Vulcan's chest. Spock shuddered.
"I ask you to desist, Leonard" Spock requested, his voice wavering slightly as his lover began to rub a nipple with his fingers. The doctor climbed over the First Officer.
"Desist from what, darlin'?"
In this instant, Spock had conflicting desires; he both wanted to kiss and hit his lover. Doing neither, he settled for the Vulcan equivalent of a glare. McCoy chuckled, nuzzling the half-Vulcan neck playfully.
"You didn't answer me, darlin'…" the doctor trailed, kissing Spock's jaw. The First Officer was getting hard, thrumming from anticipation.
"Stop or…" he tried weakly. McCoy smiled at those words, trailing kisses until he reached his mate ear.
"Or what, darlin', you will fuck me through the mattress?" A whisper. A challenge.
Spock growled this time, taken by a full body shiver. Using his legs, he reversed their position, Leonard now under him. He aligned their crotches, the two moaning as their clothes erections rubbed against each other.
"I think a demonstration is in order" Spock said, a little breathless.
"Indeed" was the quick, smug, reply, and the half-Vulcan was yet again taken by the desire to smack and kiss his lover at the same time. However, the choice was easy this time: he kissed him hungrily.
"Darlin'…" Leonard exhaled as they came back for air. Spock roared.
They had the same argument every time they had a day off. And each time, it would end like this; with Spock conceding defeat.
His lover was not playing fair.
END