Title: After The Ball - Leonard
Author: T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com )
Series: TOS, The Christmas Ball Series
Part: 3/6
Rating: R
Code: K/Mc
Summary: A brief vignette from Leonard McCoy's POV reflecting on Starfleet's Christmas Ball, and the reunion he and Jim Kirk had with their former shipmates.
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by T'Lin -- 0512.17
Jim and I are sitting in the back of a cab, comfortable in each others arms, as we make our way to his apartment after the ball has ended. I can see our reflection in the glass, and know that he is as happy as I ... what a night!
It was wonderful to see everyone again ... Christine especially. I'm so glad she's finally found someone who loves her as much as she loves them. I think she and Janice will have a long and lasting relationship. I know things will be easier for them than they were for Jim and I ... simply because they are open about their feelings right from the start.
Looking at Jim now, and how happy we are together, I wish I had been as up front about how I felt right from the beginning ... but then, he may not have been open to 'us' as a couple all those years ago. After all, he had a reputation to maintain, and a career to think about. But I stood by him, watching as he went after everything imaginable ... and a few I'd rather forget about entirely. But it was worth it to be near him, and not nearly as difficult as it was to patch him together time and time again, without being able to tell him how scared I was of losing him forever.
But tonight, he confessed his love for me to everyone ... a giant leap forward in my estimation.
Who would have thought that my leaving would make him realize that he didn't want me to go ... but apparently, he came to his senses over his feelings for me when I left for Yonada, thinking he had lost his chance to be with me, because I was about to marry Natira. And that *was* my intention when I went there. After all, I had promised her ... but I was having second thoughts. I came to realize that my initial attraction to her was that of a dying man, hoping to find love before it was too late. Perhaps Natira realized that, as well. In any case, she had found another, and released me from my promise. I was much relieved ... I don't know if I could have gone through with it, if she hadn't.
She had also made copies of all of the records of her people ... their history, medical knowledge, records of their long journey, everything. She wanted me to bring it back to my people, so that we could get to know them better. Once the Yonadians have settled into their new home, she plans to have them apply for Federation Citizenship. I look forward to that day.
My musing about Natira is interrupted by a gentle squeeze from Jim, as the cab comes to a stop ... we are home, he tells me, and we get out of the cab. I look around me, not recognizing my surroundings. I look at Jim, ready to ask him where we are, when he says Merry Christmas to me, and grabs my hand, pulling me toward the front door of the house. As we approach, I see there is a big red bow covering the door, and a card attached with my name on it. I pull it free, and open it ... inside is a note that reads:
There are tears in my eyes as I finish reading the note for the third time ... this is a complete surprise to me. I turn to say something ... anything ... but no words came to me. Instead, I pull Jim into my arms, and kiss him with all the passion and love that I couldn't find the words to express ... words were unnecessary.
Jim is the first to pull away, removing a set of keys from his pocket, and handing them to me. Then taking out one of his own, he opens the door. As I'm about to step inside, however, he surprises me once again by grabbing me, and lifting me up, to carry me over the threshold ... I'm laughing like a child at the sensation of being carried, and laughing even harder as he nearly drops me on the other side.
As I kiss him once more, I assure him that I am not the domestic type ... so he better not assume I will be a dutiful housewife and spend my time cleaning and cooking. We both laugh at this image, and he assures me that the house came equipped with the best in weekly maid service ... as well as all of the conveniences we had come to rely on aboard ship.
I want to explore my new surroundings ... but later. Right now, I want to thank Jim more thoroughly for such a lavish gift, so I ask him to show me the bedroom first. He's eager to comply, telling me that he thought I'd find it to my liking. As I follow him up the stairs, I start to undress ... my tie and cummerbund had been removed in the cab, so I start on the buttons of my shirt. By the time we enter the bedroom, all I have to do is slip out of my shirt and jacket. Kicking off my shoes, the pants quickly follow.
Jim turns in time to see me slip out of my shorts ... I stand there, fully aroused, in just my socks. I tell him to strip, and with a smile, he does as I say ... a quick look to the night stand tells me that he has prepared everything right down to the last detail ... lube, condoms, a few 'accessories' to enhance our pleasure.
I reach out for a condom as I lay back on the bed, and notice that they are red and green ... so festive. I start to open a green one, then think better of it. I saw the look on Jim's face when he first saw Spock last night. I know he's happy for the Vulcan ... just as I am ... but the old feelings for him are there, nonetheless. Better not give such a visual reminder of something so completely unattainable. I switch the condoms quickly, but I think Jim noticed, and deducted my reasoning, as he lays down beside me on the bed, telling me once again how much he loves me.
I kiss him all over, whispering my love to him, and my heartfelt thanks for his loving generosity ... vowing to love and cherish him for the rest of my days. As I make love to him, I realize that my gift to him is my unconditional love ... for all eternity. And in truth, that is what his gift to me is, as well ... the house is just a symbol of that love, for all the world to see.
The end