Warm everywhere - the water, the sun, and Jim underneath him. Bones found the spot on Jim's neck that he loved the most, between the throat and clavicle and sucked hard. "All yours," he repeated, never meaning it more than right now. This little island paradise, this was theirs, in so many ways.

The people they were here weren't the Captain and the Doctor. They were Jim and Bones, with characteristics unrecognizable to other people. There was no fear here, a place where their love could grow, safe and protected from the outside.

And lots of sex. Hands slid around Jim's shoulders, propping himself up in the warm surf as he rolled his hips into Jim.