Peaches

Crates

"Peaches, Bones? You wasted all your credits on peaches?" The good doctor huffs as he hauls a small crate of peaches into the medical freezer, carefully wrapping them in clingy plastic sheets as Jim stands in the doorway, confused.

"Don't be ridiculous, Jim. If I spent my whole, enormous Starfleet paycheck on peaches, they'd go bad before I could eat them all." He's bringing in another crate when Jim gathers his brains up off the floor.

"But why peaches, Bones? I mean…it's just fruit." Bones huffs in that way that tells Jim he's annoyed, but is going to explain it anyways because they're friends. Otherwise, he'd have a glare and a hypo being waved at him.

"Jim, I'm from Georgia. Have you not heard the expression 'sweet as Georgia peaches'? And I grew up on a plantation, Jim, which was full of peach trees. This 'just fruit'? It's…like a piece of home." His voice goes soft as he picks one up, and after a moment of tender silence he bites into it, closing his eyes as he hums in contentment. Jim raises an eyebrow, as he knows what that sound, in a different context; it's intense, happy pleasure, and hearing it come from the doctor while eating peaches is oddly…sexual. Jim picks up a peach, sniffing it curiously.

"You know, I don't think I've ever had a peach?" Jim didn't think it was possible for Bones to do a spit-take. Apparently he was wrong. Bones goes from horrified to righteous anger as he forces Jim to take a bite of the fuzzy little fruit.

The outside freaks him out a little, because he equates fuzz on his food with that food being moldy, but Bones convinces him that they're ridiculously fresh. But inside it's fleshy and juicy, and it is really sweet. He munches on it under Bones careful inspection, and when he swallows, shrugs and says,

"It's alright. I still like apples better." And Bones just huffs and snatches the peach from Jim's fingers, biting deep. Juice drips down his chin, and Jim resists the urge to lean forward and lick it off.

"You're a deprived child, Jim Kirk," he mutters around his fruit, and Jim just grins.

"Sure, Bones, whatever you say."

AN: Made this series of shorts on a whim, as I love Bones and his cantankerous-ness. And I was hungry. Hope you like 'em! And yes, Bones will use his medical freezer to store his stash 'o' peaches. Because he's the CMO and can do whatever the fuck he wants. :D