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crack_van2011-02-03 07:33 pm
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Every Mountain and Hill Shall be Made Low by ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thalialunacy (NC17)
Fandom: STAR TREK REBOOT
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Length: 22K
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thalialunacy
Author Website: http://thalialunacy.livejournal.com/1012702.html
Why this must be read: This fic takes a pretty common trope in Star Trek, the Alfvén Wave, and turns it on it's ear. Bones basically gets whammied and it changes both of their lives forever. I read this fic first when Thalia posted a while back and I keep coming back to it. Her writing makes the characters come to life in a very real way. They are warm and funny and flawed and completely engaging. Oh and did I mention it was smoking hot? Well, it is.
McCoy puts his thumb and forefinger on Jim’s chin and kisses him gently, dabbing his tongue along that beautiful bottom lip once because he can’t help himself. “We have longer than all night,” he murmurs. “We have a month of Sundays.”
Something sort of expels from Jim with the breath he lets out, and he’s no longer clinging to McCoy, he’s sinuously surrounding him, like a housecat or a creeper vine. McCoy shakes his head at the image, because Jim isn’t so static as a vine or disdainful as a cat. He’s lapping at McCoy like a puppy, really, getting his saliva everywhere and not giving a damn. Just happy to be there in the first place.
And McCoy is so totally, utterly all right with it.
Every Mountain and Hill Shall be Made Low
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Length: 22K
Author on LJ:
thalialunacyAuthor Website: http://thalialunacy.livejournal.com/1012702.html
Why this must be read: This fic takes a pretty common trope in Star Trek, the Alfvén Wave, and turns it on it's ear. Bones basically gets whammied and it changes both of their lives forever. I read this fic first when Thalia posted a while back and I keep coming back to it. Her writing makes the characters come to life in a very real way. They are warm and funny and flawed and completely engaging. Oh and did I mention it was smoking hot? Well, it is.
McCoy puts his thumb and forefinger on Jim’s chin and kisses him gently, dabbing his tongue along that beautiful bottom lip once because he can’t help himself. “We have longer than all night,” he murmurs. “We have a month of Sundays.”
Something sort of expels from Jim with the breath he lets out, and he’s no longer clinging to McCoy, he’s sinuously surrounding him, like a housecat or a creeper vine. McCoy shakes his head at the image, because Jim isn’t so static as a vine or disdainful as a cat. He’s lapping at McCoy like a puppy, really, getting his saliva everywhere and not giving a damn. Just happy to be there in the first place.
And McCoy is so totally, utterly all right with it.
Every Mountain and Hill Shall be Made Low