This particular drabble started as a result of one of playlist. I think here is a natural progression from discomfort to easy conversation in this one. Yes Jill's song was included on that mix. Enjoy.
Easy Conversation
October 2256
"Sorry." Nyota's voice was only a whisper.
"What are you apologizing for?" The word sounded more like the number instead of the preposition.
It was three o'clock in the morning. They were sharing a plate of thinly sliced potatoes that were scattered, covered, and smothered. Their forks clinked when they both dove into the pile again.
"The dance – the comment about your horse…" Nyota dropped her eyes, avoiding his gaze. When she lifted them again, that lust filled simper was present on his face and she cursed her self for apologizing instead of taking a page from Gaila's book specifically the chapter that involved multiple orgasms and molestation.
"No need to apologize." He filled his mouth with another fork full of hash browns and there was a deep seated need for Nyota to lick the grease lingering on his lips. She shut her eyes, pushing the thought from her mind. This was Leonard McCoy. He was her friend. Study buddy and partner in terrorizing Jim Kirk.
Now there were alone without outside distractions. Nyota had questions. McCoy intrigued her. The way his eyes danced when he was on the verge of doing something mischievous. How the right side of his mouth turned up just a fraction of an inch before he started to laugh.
She liked that she could talk to him.
"I like spending time with you."
Did she suddenly have diarrhea of the mouth? His fork fell to the plate with a loud thud.
"This feels nice - just the two of us – no medical emergencies – damsel in distress Gaila – drunken Jim. I really like when you…"
Nyota stopped before she said too much.
"I actually enjoyed the medical emergency. It was an excuse to touch you." McCoy's hand stretched across the table and he entwined his fingers with hers.
Nyota's heart settled in her throat. His touch was soft. She worried about the sweat that lined her palms.
"My hands are sweating too." It was as if he read her mind.
Nyota watched the slight movement as he lips curved into that smile. She burned the image to her memory for future reflection.
They both opened their mouths to speak.
"You first." Nyota responded tightening her grip on McCoy's hand.
"How about a real date?"
