Chapter 8: More planning

Jamie awoke to the beeping of the alarm clock and felt the warmth that was radiating from Leonard being spooned against her back. She sighed happily and smiled. She felt his hand on the bare skin of her belly and place hers above his, entwining their fingers.

He stirred and his lips found her neck. "Mornin'..." he whispered against her skin between kisses.

She hummed in pleasure and anticipation, pressed herself against him. His hand left hers and trailed up her skin to the swell of her breasts. She couldn't think clearly anymore. His hands alone were distracting, but she also felt his hardness and her body instinctively reacted to it.

Her movements made him moan. "Darlin', we will be late for our shifts if you keep doing that." He chuckled and continued kissing her neck and shoulders. "But I wouldn't mind calling in sick."

"Which wouldn't be suspicious at all", she teased him. "Us being practically never sick and certainly not at the same time. Have you even ever been sick since we got on the Enterprise?" Jamie shifted, turned on her back and slid one hand at his neck to pull him into a kiss. Then she smirked victoriously. "I may have set the alarm earlier than necessary." She wiggled her eyebrows. "We've got an hour. One and a half if we skip breakfast."

He looked at her in disbelief and finally smiled. His hand wandered over her skin again. "Mrs. McCoy, you do have the best ideas."

Leonard shifted between her legs and Jamie moaned at the skin contact.

"And I think I'm looking at breakfast", he added in a low voice, followed by a passionate kiss.

And their morning started with a little... workout.

Jamie and Leonard got to Alpha shift in time and no one seemed to notice that something had changed between them. But word about the valid marriage had spread by now into every corner of the Enterprise. And the ship's computer servers were extremely busy this morning. Messages were sent minutely. Everyone was wondering about the captain and the doctor. Would they stay married or get a divorce?

An hour before lunch Jamie did paperwork in her ready room and started her little hacking project. Which didn't take very long. Seriously, Sulu's password was ridiculously easy to crack.

She'd given the right moment to sent her special white alert a lot of thought and programmed everything in advance. Of course she made sure Sulu wouldn't discover it.

Next on the agenda was Starfleet Command. Though she wondered if really anyone had noticed the situation by now. Did anyone read the logbook entries? Or the mission reports? Did not even one of the admirals put together the entry about Carah, the missing 13-13b and Carah's new Federation membership?

Jamie instructed Uhura to get her a secure connection with Admiral Christopher Pike. When his face appeared on the screen he seemed as usual.

"Captain Kirk", he greeted formally.

"Admiral Pike", she nodded.

"Usually I'm the one having to call you, Jamie. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He chuckled.

"I have a question and something to... discuss with you."

"Yes?"

"I was wondering what happens to the log entries and mission reports. Who reads them? Are they really read or simply filed away?"

Pike laughed. "They're often the highlight of my day. Your style is very unique."

"Huh", she made.

"Does your question have a certain point?"

"Does Carah 3 ring any bell, Chris?" she replied with a question.

Now his expression got even more amused and he crossed his arms. "I was actually wondering when you would ask me about that. Captain McCoy."

Jamie snorted in disbelieve and threw up her hands. "How many more people are knowing about that marriage becoming valid but fail to tell me?"

"Interesting. No denying the name?"

Another snort. "Alright." She sighed. "I'm married and I'll stay married. On duty I'm still Kirk, but in private life as of now I am Jamie Kirk-McCoy. And before you ask - we found out yesterday. After yet another accidental off-world wedding."

The admiral laughed. "How do you manage to keep running into these situations? That's nine in sixteen months."

She snorted again. "Really? You're counting?"

"Yes, but I also do get Sulu's white alerts. Very entertaining."

She rolled her eyes. "Unbelievable..."

Chris Pike tried to get his face straight and serious again. "The paperwork?"

"Yeah, that's actually the other reason of my call. I'll send it right now." Her fingers flew over the touch screen in front of her. "Wanted to do that and officially change my name before I inform the crew. And by that I mean: brace yourself for a special edition of the white alert."

"I'lI take it Sulu doesn't know?"

Jamie just grinned.

"Well", Pike started and glanced to the side on a computer screen. "I got the forms. Everything seems to be in order. Congratulations."

Jamie smiled. "Thanks."

"I take it you want it to keep away from the press?"

She nodded.

"Alright, I'll see to it."

"Thank you, Chris." She was about to end the call, when she realized something. "Why didn't you ask how Bones and I sorted out everything so fast? Or ask me if I was crazy?"

He laughed again. "Oh please, the brass has a betting pool going on how long it would take you to get together and hitched for real. Although I must say - none of us guessed this constellation."

"What was your guess?" she asked curiously.

"Starting a relationship after the two of you would land in bed together due to being hit with some crazy alien stuff allowing you to admit your feelings for each other."

Jamie just stared at him for a few moments, not sure if he was joking. "You have very weird fantasies."

"Oh, you wouldn't believe what some of the others imagined", he chuckled.

"I think I don't want to know..." She shook her head, but grinned. "Send me the list of the people in the betting pool. I'll invite them to the real wedding. Well, except for you."

Pike gave her a confused look. "There will be another wedding? Wait, why I am not on the guest list?"

"Well, someone has to do the ceremony", she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe.

And now she'd done it. Jamie T. Kirk-McCoy had managed to render Admiral Christopher Pike completely speechless.

"So?" she asked when he just stared at her in surprise.

Finally, a big smile appeared on his face. "Of course, I will. But, damn, now I owe Boyce a bottle of Champaign."

She laughed. "What was the bet?"

"If you'd ask me to do perform the ceremony when you get married or if you'd just run off to Risa."

"And there I thought you knew me better than he does."

"In my defense - we made that particular bet right after the one about you getting married at all. And that was a few weeks after you started Academy. I didn't account for McCoy being the man that could actually tame Jamie Kirk." He winked at her. "Or there're being a man at all who could haul you into marriage. Or you actually wanting a marriage."

She gave him a mockingly annoyed look. "Tamed? Either you're trying to tease me or we really need to have a talk." But she smiled again. "See you in two weeks, Chris."

Pike nodded. "By the way - you've got a hickey, Mrs. McCoy." He chuckled, when he saw her reaction and cut the connection.

Jamie ran to the adjoined bathroom and discovered the barely visible edge of a hickey at her collar. She just was glad no one on the bridge seemed to have noticed it. If someone did, they'd said something, she was sure about that.

"Dammit, Bones."

But she smiled at the memories of the night and the morning. She draped the collar so the hickey was fully covered and headed for Medbay with three things on her mind: getting rid of the hickey, getting a dermal regenerator for her ready room and getting payback on her husband.

Which may or may not have resulted in something very inappropriate in his locked office during lunch hour.