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"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?"
Rated T for almost-nudity and allusions to sex.
Ficlet idea that popped into my brain, and I had fun writing it, so I thought I'd share. Hope you enjoy it. :)
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