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Whether
it's been for days, weeks, or months, you and your lover have been kept
apart. But they have to have been desiring you madly all this time, right?
So you've decided to put on a show for them that will blow their minds and
make them want to never leave again. Your idea may be a sexy outfit or
costume, you doing an incredibly alluring act, preparing them a wonderful
atmosphere to come home to - or something that you never intended on going
through with, but they walked in on you, anyway!

1. Comment with your character,
preferences, & what "role" you'd like to play: the one giving the show, the
one coming back, or either! The more information you include, the better.

2. Tag others.

3. Thread

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[I'm flexible. Either/or.]

[the one giving the show.]

(( either role! working through S5, so no spoilers from me or for me, please :) ))

Edited 2018-03-03 03:58 (UTC)

[Cast mates and cross canon welcome.]

{ooc; open to either role, finished S5.}

(ooc: either role is fine!)

Another mission ending with a spring for the designated extraction point, another round of being harried and bruised and singed, lives risked for the sake of diplomacy. Political intrigue, casual flirtations, more than a few torn shirts, a casual mini social uprising and a boatload of paperwork to go through once they stagger their way back to the ship. Jim does what Jim does and gets everything sorted with a little deliberation and a lot of charisma-

Bones? Shuffles his bruised, burnt, aching body to his office. Three weeks away to handle the medical crisis on the planet kept him busy throughout and gone long enough he's not all that sure what patients he might need to check up on, or how his favorite little terror on the ship might be doing. Sulu'd mentioned the plants in one of his messages but it'd been buried in so much technical jargon Bones' eyes had glazed over in short order. Stubbled, exhausted, and smudged with soot and blood both, he makes his way back to work. A sonic and a nap is in order.

A sonic and a nap would probably be ideal for Bones right now.

Except for the fact that the moment he steps into the MedBay, River is on him. She pounces, practically,
wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and she clings, nose in his hair. "You look terrible," she mumbles by way of greeting.

She'd gotten along with Sulu well enough, except sometimes he'd rearrange her carefully organized plant categorization system for something more aesthetic or how he originally had them and there were many many arguments over that.

"You were gone too long."

He staggers under her weight- tilting dangerously to the side before he's able to get his feet under him and his arms around her- slip of a thing with more momentum than she should ever have. "Hi, Li'l bug."

Big dark eyes and a habit of getting places she shouldn't be? And now clinging. Bug fits. "They needed me down there on the planet, help with developing a cure for that fever. You know how it is."

Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't- but he puts his money on her understanding pretty damn well that sort of bone deep exhaustion and desperate need for truth. He'd gotten it done at the end of the day and that's what matters. That and getting somewhere he can sit down. "You behave for your brother?"

"I know." He's a good man, a kind man, and he helps people. Simon had wanted to go too, but he was also reluctant to leave River alone on the ship, even with Sulu's guidance. But he'd communicated with Bones a lot (River hovering in the back of the screen and giving her own commentary) to try and figure out a cure. Chapel had been instrumental as well, doing double duty running the MedBay and consulting with Bone's planetside.

And now everyone is back in their proper places and River feels safer. "I never behave for Simon. Sulu keeps trying to re-categorize. Unacceptable." There's an edge of distress to her voice, but not quite bad enough for a breakdown. More an odd mixture of her annoyance at Sulu and her relief that Bones is home.

"Well he doesn't understand your system. I keep tell'n him to ask you and listen and he kept sending messages that it didn't make a lick of sense. Clearly he's not pay'n attention." Exhaustion has the drawl out in full force, his feet dragging as he continues the trek to his office, one arm supporting River all the while. She ain't small or light like Jojo had been-

But it's a familiar feeling, carting someone around. "Maybe try behav'n a little for your brother? Long enough to get him suspicious."

She appreciates the carrying, more than she can say. Bones not being here has felt Wrong and Awful, and she'll continue to cling all the way to the office where she perches on the desk so he can have the chair.

"He'll never suspect a thing." A beat, swinging her feet before she takes up Bone's hand, toying with his fingers. "Can I get my own code to the Greenhouse? Sulu is disrupting my experiments with his constant rearranging."

It's a trait that seems more in line with a kid that's much younger- but he's not a parent or any real figure of authority aside from his stance in the chain of command (which River grasps but has no use for, therefore doesn't care) so that's likely not it. Idle notes made in the back of his mind as he lets her settle- and lets her take his hand and play. Aside from a few burns, the soot, grit, and dried blood under his nails? Nothing he's got on him should distress her.

Should.

"If you can write up a paragraph describing your experiment for me to hand over to Jim, sure. Doesn't even need to make sense." He just likes being able to give Jim paperwork. "What are you try'n to study, by the way? I haven't asked."

"Top secret. Classified. He wouldn't understand anyway." Often, River doesn't even understand herself until she's finished. Her mind works too quickly for that and gets ahead of her.

"I could do it in another language. Mandarin, maybe. Tell Uhura not to help him. Just for fun.

You're hurt. He let you get hurt."

"Well when you think I'll cotton on to it, feel free to let me know." He pulls out a PADD with his free hand to start going over all the files and reports he'd missed, only snorting faintly at the idea of Jim struggling through that puzzle. "You know- that's one of the few he hasn't figured out yet? All that Midwest twang keeps mess'n with his pronunciation."

A beat, a soft sigh. "He can't protect me all the time, li'l river-bug. I got combat train'n too, I can mind myself. It's just a few bruises. Noth'n a pass over with a dermal regen won't fix."

"I don't like it," she says more firmly, brushing her thumb over his burn mark. "I need you to come back.

Can you promise me to come back?"

"Neither me." He turns his hand around to catch her fingers in his, squeezing. "...I promise I'll do everything I can to come back. And even if I can't swing it on my lonesome? Jim or Spock will make damn sure I do. You can count on that."

Because he can't- won't- lay out a promise he can't keep. Not to River who reminds him so much of what Jojo might've been if she'd gotten caught up in the same mess. "C'mon. You wanna run the regenerator over it? Fix me up."

Her mood picks up a little at that. Just a little. "Simon showed me how it works." Anything to keep her occupied and out of the hair of the crew.

"Show me where it hurts, Doctor."

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