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A heartfelt apology.
Just a sweet little drabble. Enjoy.
Leonard McCoy ruminates on what his life has become since his ill fated visit to the ISS Enterprise. Mind-Rape, non-con masturbation, mind control. Written for the Merry Month of Masturbation challenge 2012 on lj.
"I was thinkin’, we might play." McCoy gestured at the 3D Chess set on the table. “I’ve been… practising."
"You believe that you can beat me?"
McCoy smirked. “Probably not."
Spock’s eyes narrowed as he sat down across from him. “Then what would be the purpose of playing?"
McCoy shrugged. “Perhaps we could make it more interesting, then?"
"You don't feel! You don't even react! Nothing affects you!" McCoy said. He was about to realize how wrong and mistaken he really was.
Reflections of a great love.
In response to the 13th Wave Challenge: "Someone is plain burnt out."
Spock and McCoy fool around in a sickbay supply closet while reciting the periodic table of elements. Lighthearted, even fluffy PWP. Originally written for "Spiced Peaches". Written 2012.