Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <07089434.20041220023205@gmx.de> From: "A.Q" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS "When Harry met Sally" [PG-13] K/Mc, K/f Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 101 Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2004 03:55:01 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1103514901 209.198.142.218 (Sun, 19 Dec 2004 22:55:01 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 22:55:01 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86056 X-Received-Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 19:55:29 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: When Harry met Sally Author: Acidqueen Series: TOS , Xover Codes: Kirk/McCoy, K/f Rating: PG-13 Summary: Apple pie ;) Archive: My own website at http://www.syredronning.de , ASCEM, all others ask, please. * "I'll have what she's having," Kirk said to the waitress, when the fake orgasm of the girl two tables away had died down. "But hot and with ice cream on top." "Oh no, you can't!" McCoy said, laughing. Then he sobered when he saw Kirk's face. "You're not doing it here...are you?" As known from McCoy's own personal experience, Kirk wasn't the quietest man when it came to orgasms. And it was bad enough to be caught in the Earth of the past at the wrong spot due to some faulty calculations of the team that had arranged their trip with the Guardian of Forever. It definitely wouldn't help to get arrested for indecent behavior now. The waitress came back with heated apple pie a la mode topped with ice cream. "Hmmm," Kirk hummed when he took the first spoonful. "That's so hot...," he said, and licked the spoon. "So hot. So hard. So sexy." McCoy's facial nerves battled between grinning and frowning, with a twisted mixture winning out. He covered his eyes with his hands. "I don't know this man," he muttered. "I want to lick it out of every pore," Kirk whispered, and lifted the plate to his face, running his tongue through the first pools of molten ice cream. Then he pressed his lips into the cream, sucking it with a noisy slurp. Around them, people began eyeing them, some only glancing, some staring at them with an obvious frown. "Let's get out of here," McCoy said determined, and called the waitress. Kirk looked up, his lips smeared with ice cream. Sensuously, he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. McCoy ignored him and paid their bill. The waitress tried to ignore Kirk too, but didn't succeed. "Ah...ah...ah...," Kirk said, nipping and kissing the apple pie. "You're so tender. And sweet, like honey..." McCoy took the plate away. "Let's get out of here, Jim," he said again. "Man, that's coitus interruptus and bad for the spine." Kirk grinned, but stood up. He allowed McCoy to guide him out of the bar, but when they crossed the table where the girl and her boyfriend were sitting, he winked at her and rotated his hips. "Bye bye, baby!" McCoy sent a prayer upwards when they were finally out in the parking lot. Their rented car was a 1975 cabriolet with the roof open, and Kirk hopped into it. "Oh, come on, Bones, admit that you liked it," he said. McCoy opened his door and swung himself into the seat. "One of these days, your exhibitionism will make you lose your head." "Who needs a head as long as everything else works perfectly?" Kirk put his left elbow on the door of the car like he had seen in old movies and started the engine. "Hey, guys," someone said, making them turn their heads. It was the girl with the fake orgasm. "Care to give me a lift to New York City?" Kirk and McCoy exchanged glances. With a sigh, McCoy moved to the back seat, which he seconds later shared with the girl's pile of luggage. When she finally slid into the car, her left hand landed on Kirk's knee. "By the way, my name is Sally." *** ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: