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Subject: [ASC] NEW TOS KMcFF "Best" (K/Mc) [PG]
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Posted: 1 Jun 2004 18:49:36 -0700  
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From: blueberrysnail@yahoo.com (Farfalla Caqui) 
 

Title: Best
Author: Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
Email: blueberrysnail @ yahoo dot com
Website: http://cosmicduckling.com
Pairing: K/Mc
Rating: PG for implied casual whatever
Beta: Hypatia
Written for the 2004 Kirk/McCoy Fest, and inspired by pretty places I
have been, including a certain parking lot.


BEST

"How old did you say this thing was? Your daughter keeps it in such
good condition." Jim Kirk's arm hung out of the window, resting
against the side of the antique flitter, and he caressed its body
leisurely.

  "2211," McCoy answered indirectly. "And these are worth even more
than you'd think, 'cos that was the only year they had these miniature
fin things on the back." He nodded his head towards the rear of the
vehicle. "Toyota changed the model again in '12." His gaze didn't move
from the view in front of him; Joanna would dissolve into a puddle of
hobbyist grief if he even put a scratch on her gargantuan mechanical
baby.

  The flitter cruised at a careful speed above the forest of tulip
poplars. Jim relaxed against his seat, hungrily absorbing the beauty
of the scenery around him as if it would enhance his own. A liquid
golden glow of late-afternoon sun fell across the landscape like runny
egg yolk, illuminating the flitter from a strange angle.

  McCoy wanted very badly to turn his head sideways to look at Jim, to
see what the sunlight was doing to that already radiant face. But his
cautious medical mind could easily imagine the consequences--first,
the flitter would lose elevation and they'd crash into the tree
canopy. Then, while they would frantically shift to grab at the
control panel to free their craft, it would fall backwards to the
forest floor, crushing them both, AND destroying Joanna's precious
little pet.

  Maybe he would just wait until they stopped.

  It couldn't possibly be long now. This range of hills was starting
to bring back memories from ten, twenty years ago. Illogically, he
felt a pang of surprise that they still looked just the same as they
always had. Well, why shouldn't they? After all, mountains didn't
divorce their wives and fly off into outer space to spend their days
with comets....

  .....Comets, and Jim, were exciting, and unpredictable, and worth
the personal instability, McCoy decided. After all, he was here and
Jocelyn was not, and that was what was important at the moment.

  "This is it," McCoy said out loud after a few more minutes.

  Kirk shielded his eyes against the pink-blue-orange brilliance of
the mountain sunset and looked up. "Wow," he commented softly.

  The flitter was landing on the edge of a steep mountain slope,
overlooking a deep valley full of trees and a gentle, irregular range
beyond. The patterns of the shadows alternating with the illumination
of the setting sun shifted comfortably by the minute. The air smelled
of healthy, rich dirt, and in the distance a graceful black bird flew
a bisecting arc across the sky.

  Kirk sat in the soft leather seat, silent and motionless with
admiration. After some time, McCoy broke his reverie. "For three
hundred years, the McCoy family's been bringin' their sweethearts up
to this place to, uh, watch the sunset together." He paused to chuckle
softly. "Least, that's what we always told our mamas."

  "Three.... hundred.... years," Kirk repeated, smiling winningly.
"Bones, I'm... honored." He was also, from the looks of it, amused.

  "It's probably me that should be honored," McCoy muttered, mirroring
his smile in his own special, cantankerous way. "Aren't you supposed
to be the best kisser in the galaxy or something?"

  "Why, Bones, where did you hear that?"

  "Half my nurses, for one thing." McCoy turned the motor off.

  "Half your nurses must have a very good imagination," Kirk retorted.

  Suddenly it was McCoy who was still and silent, for a moment.
"Jocelyn never wanted to come out here."

  "I can't imagine why. This is one of the most beautiful places on
this planet!"

  "I know. Believe me, *I* don't need any convincin'. I'm just glad
you see it the same way I do." And finally, with the engine turned off
and the flitter resting safely on a bed of dandelions and clover,
Leonard McCoy turned his head to look at Jim.

  Warm, inviting hazel eyes greeted blue. Jim knew he was being
admired, and leaned back against the pliant leather seat, relaxing
seductively. "I've never been kissed in Georgia before," he commented
airily.

  "What are you, keeping a travelogue?" McCoy was grumbling, but Jim
could tell the idea tickled his fancy.

  "If I'm the best kisser in the galaxy, don't I need to keep track of
how much of the galaxy I've kissed?" Jim was quick to reply. "And
really--the galaxy should--by rights--include this mountaintop. I
couldn't be the best kisser, or the best--anything!--in the galaxy
unless I'd done it here."

  "Well, it's certainly *my* favorite part of the galaxy."

  "C'mere, Bones."

  It was said with a familiar smirk, and an even more familiar look in
his eyes. McCoy had felt himself the target of it before, but never at
such a point-blank range, and never with such immediacy. McCoy let
them pull him closer, and when he was at comfortable arm's reach, he
placed one hand on the base of Kirk's cheek, beneath his ear.

  He brought their faces together.

  Kirk's lips were thick, soft, active. He had been passive before the
kiss, but now he took the lead. McCoy grew dizzy with pleasure under
the skilled choreography of Kirk's mouth. They wrapped their arms
around each other and fell backwards into the painstakingly restored
plush leather seats.

  All around them, the colors danced and dwindled on the mountainside
as their bodies moved together in the flitter. And Dr. McCoy,
following three hundred years of family tradition, had a very good
time *ignoring* the sunset.

//

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