Title:
Sandy Beach and Mint Juleps
Author:
tprillahfiction
Fandom:
Star Trek TOS
Rating:
G
Word
Count: 501
Summary:
Spock and McCoy relax on the beach on shore leave. FLUFF.
SANDY
BEACH AND MINT JULEPS
“Doctor,”
Spock said, coming outside to meet the chief medical officer.
The
man lay on his stomach, on a deck chair, under a huge multicolored umbrella.
One towel was draped over his backside, another towel was strewn on the
sand. “Hmm?” The only other sound came from the waves breaking and the
cries of seagulls.
Spock
crouched down on his haunches next to him on the warm sand. “You are
still out here? It has been several hours.”
“Mmmm,”
McCoy said, sighing. “Might nigh.”
“‘Might’
what?”
McCoy
reached out a finger and drew a pattern in the yellow sand. “S’matter,
Sug? Miss me?”
“Negative.
Perhaps you should come inside.”
“What
for? Got my sunscreen on.”
“Leonard.”
“Is
there anything I might...?” The man broke off in a giggle.
“Again,
you have been out here for rather a long time.”
“So
what?” McCoy reached over and grabbed at a cold drink situated on a table
next to him. It was a Mint Julep of course, Spock knew the man
well. “I’m relaxin’. Ain’t waisting a perfectly good beach here by
going and sittin’ inside. Unless you--do ya want me to fix you something
to eat?”
“I
am perfectly capable of cooking something for myself.”
“The
hell you are.”
The
man’s accent was rather pronounced, Spock noted. “How many of those
drinks have you consumed?”
“Not
enough.”
Spock
stood up. “I see.”
“Where
you goin’?”
“Inside
the house. I have work on my PADD to finish.”
“The
hell you do. You pick up that PADD again while we’re housesitting here
and I’m gonna throw that thing into the water.”
“Idle
threat. My PADD is waterproof.”
“Spock!”
McCoy huffed. “Now you’re pissing me off! No work. That’s all
you’ve been doing since we got here. Work, work, work! You need to
relax! That’s a medical order.”
“You
cannot give me a medical order at this time, I am completely healthy.”
“The
hell I can’t.” McCoy batted his eyelashes, which of course had no effect
on Spock. “Come on, Baby,” he cooed. “We’re on leave.”
“Vulcans
do not take leave.”
“Married
ones like you do. And if they want to stay married, they do. Sit
your ass down. Now, Spock. Sit down, dammit!”
“Certainly.”
Spock plopped down unceremoniously on the sand.
McCoy
reached for his mint julep and sipped intently at it. “Mmmm, so good,” he
said.
They
lapsed into silence for long moments.
“Take
those damned clothes off,” McCoy suddenly demanded. “Christ almighty, who
goes to the beach fully clothed?”
“I
cannot remove my clothes,” Spock informed him.
McCoy
scowled. “Why the hell not?”
“I
am not wearing any swim trunks.”
“What
a coincidence.” McCoy rolled on his side, letting his towel drop away
from his body. He was completely nude. He grinned
seductively. “Neither am I.”
_________
fin
