That was good, anyway, Jim thought--he would not assume, but could definitely hope, that the same was true for him. Likewise that it could be reversed.
Just... not yet.
Bones hadn't told Jim not to move, so Jim did, trying not to trip over his pants as he slid around behind McCoy, to look over his shoulder. Jim had not forgotten something Bones probably didn't remember he'd said. That, combined with his new state of womanhood and entirely not new state of arousal made him very, very interested in this particular reunion.
He slid an arm around McCoy's torso, resting his chin on a shoulder. "Easier to rule out issues of consent, you mean."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
Re: Conference Room - Deck A
Date: 2010-01-27 07:42 pm (UTC)Just... not yet.
Bones hadn't told Jim not to move, so Jim did, trying not to trip over his pants as he slid around behind McCoy, to look over his shoulder. Jim had not forgotten something Bones probably didn't remember he'd said. That, combined with his new state of womanhood and entirely not new state of arousal made him very, very interested in this particular reunion.
He slid an arm around McCoy's torso, resting his chin on a shoulder. "Easier to rule out issues of consent, you mean."