Bones had to tell himself to stop pacing. He had already resigned himself to the situation but that didn't mean he would be happy about it. He ground his jaw as he went to mope around the corner of the elevator, placing both hands either side of him on the railings, hoping they would pull him back from if he went wondering around in circles.

He eyed Pavel who was sitting down with his knees brought under his chin. His tail was wound neatly around his body and his fingers curled around his sleeves. He reminded Bones of- funnily enough- a cat, all coiled up in peace. Pavel looked up and smiled somewhat sarcastically at him.

Bones cleared his throat and was careful to go against his habit of pressing his tongue on the ridges of his teeth. He had accidentally cut his tongue more than once when they had sharpened. He sighed quietly, thinking of how they could be in Pavel's neck right now and in the same moment shook his head, hoping to shake out those thoughts for now.

"It is the children you know, Mister McCoy." S.A.S. stated frankly.

They had been in there for at least three quarters of an hour and it was thankfully spent in silence. The drones voice was unwelcome but a distraction none the less.

"What about 'em?" he inquired.

S.A.S. hummed in a high pitch. "They mess with the circuits. Poking, prodding, it is awful Mister McCoy. I really wish they would stop."

"Kids will be kids."

"Yes. I suppose, though I have never had a childhood, I cannot comprehend why they do it."

Bones felt a wave of pity wash over him. Drones weren't meant to feel confused or have that crack in voice that conveyed sadness. Did it hurt to have circuits broken?

Bones shook his head, almost disappointed with himself for feeling sorry for a damn machine.

"Yeah well, if I catch any of 'em messin' with you I'll be sure to scare 'em off."

God, if Jim heard that.

"Thank you Mister McCoy." S.A.S. chimed.

"Don't mention it. At all."

He caught Pavel smiling at him, one ear up, one ear down. He was tempted to go and slouch beside him but there was a part of him, that stupid innate part of him that wanted to wait, savour every look and later on, revel in every touch.

"Why don't you sit down Leonard?" Pavel asked.

"I'm good right here."

Feeling sweat beginning to moisten his forehead in the slowly heating room, he wasn't good there at all.

Well this was new.

Jim was up against Spock, sloppily landing kisses on his stomach. Spock's shirt was barely off and he was getting increasingly impatient. He pushed it up, nearly strangling Spock who precisely removed the offending clothing and tossed it aside.

In their drunken fumbling, they had managed to get back to... well Jim wasn't paying attention but it was familiar comfortable wherever they were. Perhaps Spock led him back to his? He acknowledged the bed, that's for sure. Other than that, he was too absorbed in the intense gazing and green-blooded cheeks to be bothered about where they had decided to do what they were doing.

His wings began to feel heavy on his bare shoulder blades, pressing him down. Down and into the arms of this pointy eared mutant. He kissed clumsily but Spock was no better latching onto Jim's arms when he began to grumble something into his lips. Jim pulled back and watched Spock roll his head back on the headboard.

"You are drunk." Spock pointed out.

"Gooooood deduction Mister Holmes." Jim replied with a chuckle. "You are too."

He went to kiss the Vulcan but Spock straightened himself up, running a hand through his bangs. Jim frowned at the abruptness of it and then pouted rather exaggeratedly.

"S'wrong Spocko?" he guffawed.

Spock ignored the quip and made for a pensive expression, his high eyebrows knitting together and greenish lips disappearing into a thin line. Jim's cheeks blazed no thanks to the alcohol in the system and Spock certainly didn't help cool down the heat in his system.

"I am drunk." Spock said deadpan manner.

"Only just, realizing?" Jim chided, rolling onto his back to face him from upside-down. He looked funny upside-down.

"No. I was well aware of my physical state when I agreed to come with you here, it's just now however, that I-"

"Wait, I lead you here?"

Spock narrowed his eyes. "This is your apartment."

Jim considered, reacalling how they stopped for a few more drinks at another bar and stifled a giggle. Bones was going to be mad at him but he figured he'd get no more than the barrage of insults and lectures he normally put up with.

"You are too intoxicated, so much so that you have forgotten how we arrived. Do you remember accidentally knocking the console just outside?"

"I do." Jim answered just before he actually did.

Spock made a face. "You nearly blew the circuit, you could have incapacitated any of the appliances around this complex."

"I remember." Jim whined, sitting up and wings ruffling. "They should make those things safer anyways."

"We must stop this. I will not leave because it appears in your drunken state you-"

"Maybe in your drunken state, you just like me a lot."

Spock restarted, opening and closing his mouth before retrieving his clothing.

"Fine, maybe 'this ain't such a good idea.'" He wasn't sure what possessed him to do an impersonation of Bones but he did it with a pathetic attempt at the accent.

As he spoke, his shirt was placed somewhat delicately in front of him. He tangled into the shirt and watched Spock do the same. He took a final look at the chest he could have been kissing and sighed heavily.

"You don't act much different when you're drunk you know?" Jim mused, reaching out and stroking Spock's ears.

"My thought process is hampered, I am more... human." Spock took hold of his hand and set it down in front Jim. "My actions are not ones I would be participating in, were I sober."

Jim crossed his legs, feeling like some teenager at a sleepover.

So who do you fancy Mister Spock? Oh did you know that she said this? No way!

He bit his lip to stop from laughing at his own inner monologue.

"Well, I'm not human either." He flexed his wings with amusement. "I'd give you a better demonstration but Bones would yell at me."

"Bones?"

"Oh, you didn't see him. He lives with me, his real name is Leonard."

Spock seemed to think for a moment.

"Is he human?"

Jim prayed that the expression he just pulled didn't give anything away. "No. He's not a mutant like us."

"Hm." Spock hummed simply and Jim hoped he believed him.

"Will he be returning?"

Jim smiled, hoping that that Catfolk he pushed Bones's way had some input on the answer to that question. The Russian looked nervous but determined.

"Well, if he does, we can surprise him!"

He laughed like the idea was the greatest one in the world.