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When they woke up in the morning, Jim was alone in bed. Jim only briefly thought of it, of the lovely lady that they had ravaged (and ravaged right back, wondered if he could convince Bones to do this again) and wondering where Bones was. Otherwise, he felt damn good. Hungry, thirsty, but good. He took a slow deep breath on the salty air that came from the open windows and grinned up at the ceiling. Felt good to be alive. At least, for now.
Jim slid out of the bed and stretched out the length of him, nose wrinkling at the feeling of seriously, seriously needing a shower. He scratched at his stomach and grabbed a purple-hued fruit from the basket that was gratefully replenished by their Vulcan hosts every so often. He bit into it - sweet, a hint sour, all around good - as he went into the bathroom.
One fruitless-pit and a shower later, Jim was actually beginning to wonder where Bones was. He wandered over to the console in their room, just a towel draped around his shoulders to catch drips from his hair, and typed into it.
Much to his surprise, there was a notice saying that the trial was postponed due to a epidemic going around. With some further investigation, Jim almost couldn't believe it. It mentioned a spreading-wide epidemic of sorts... all involving sex. Huh... explains something or other. He felt fine for now, though. Maybe it was a 24 hour bug, but the Vulcans had to be freaking out. Jim just laughed. We probably sexed it out of ourselves. There was pride in that.
The weight of the day suddenly lifted with the idea that they weren't going to the trial again today, pushing it into the back of his mind in the only way he could deal without having to be constantly stressed about it. Jim grabbed some loose clothing, debating on the idea of shooting Bones a comm to find out if he wanted to get some real breakfast when the buzzer rang.
Definitely not Bones then. Jim walked over to the door, grabbing one of the multitude of what looked like pop bottles on the table. It was getting warm, but right now it was better than water. He popped the top as he opened the door, taking a sip.
Shit! He nearly spit it out when he saw who their visitor was. "...Sam."
(OOC: You get a warning. If you don't want to read this sort of stuff, you don't have to. Sex-pop, Jim/Bones/Sam. You get the idea.)
Jim slid out of the bed and stretched out the length of him, nose wrinkling at the feeling of seriously, seriously needing a shower. He scratched at his stomach and grabbed a purple-hued fruit from the basket that was gratefully replenished by their Vulcan hosts every so often. He bit into it - sweet, a hint sour, all around good - as he went into the bathroom.
One fruitless-pit and a shower later, Jim was actually beginning to wonder where Bones was. He wandered over to the console in their room, just a towel draped around his shoulders to catch drips from his hair, and typed into it.
Much to his surprise, there was a notice saying that the trial was postponed due to a epidemic going around. With some further investigation, Jim almost couldn't believe it. It mentioned a spreading-wide epidemic of sorts... all involving sex. Huh... explains something or other. He felt fine for now, though. Maybe it was a 24 hour bug, but the Vulcans had to be freaking out. Jim just laughed. We probably sexed it out of ourselves. There was pride in that.
The weight of the day suddenly lifted with the idea that they weren't going to the trial again today, pushing it into the back of his mind in the only way he could deal without having to be constantly stressed about it. Jim grabbed some loose clothing, debating on the idea of shooting Bones a comm to find out if he wanted to get some real breakfast when the buzzer rang.
Definitely not Bones then. Jim walked over to the door, grabbing one of the multitude of what looked like pop bottles on the table. It was getting warm, but right now it was better than water. He popped the top as he opened the door, taking a sip.
Shit! He nearly spit it out when he saw who their visitor was. "...Sam."
(OOC: You get a warning. If you don't want to read this sort of stuff, you don't have to. Sex-pop, Jim/Bones/Sam. You get the idea.)
