leftwithmybones | [For Scotty]

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[For Scotty]

McCoy isn't sure what to make of the Island in general, but he knows now more than ever that he generally hates it. Little surly gods of love running around with messages? Yeah, not exactly his idea of paradise. He's made it to the morning of the fifteenth, though, and has wandered out to the main room, knocking on Spock's door. "Spock?" he calls out. "Spock, I'm going to get breakfast, I'll bring you back some tea."

With no audible response (or one too quiet for him to dignify), he sets off on a path that'll take him by Scotty's place. If nothing else, maybe he can have some decent company while he gets something to eat and celebrates the fact that he survived a chintzy holiday created for no better reason than to sell chocolates and cards. He arrives and waits outside, not bothering to even knock. "Scotty!" he calls, voice decently loud. "It's morning, c'mon, let's go eat!"

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"Could be," Scotty said, the smile he'd been wearing all day widening even further. Just having McCoy positioned atop him like this was sending shivers down his spine, and the anticipation of what was likely to happen next was delicious. (He'd had so much planned for this afternoon, but dammit, McCoy was beautiful and wonderful and willing, and his bagpipes would be there when they were done.)

"These hands can fix anything, ye know," he said, sliding said hands down along McCoy's thighs. "I'm sure with a little tinkering I could get your motor running again."

"I really don't see how a man of sense could say no to that," McCoy remarks, grinning and pushing his hands up under Scotty's shirt to cover ground that he hasn't felt in years. "S'been a while since I've been with another man. Marriage does tend to end that," he admits. "You think...I don't know, you think if everything goes right, you and I could walk down that aisle? I mean, I feel like everything is so perfect, how do you just ignore that? How do you turn it away?"

Scotty's heart skipped a beat, and it wasn't just because of the talented fingers currently working their way up along his chest.

"Did I just mishear ye, or was that a proposal?" he said, not quite daring to believe it. "Because if it was ye'd make me happier than I'd ever thought possible."

He looked up at McCoy, eyes shining with hope, awaiting the reply.

"I'm not saying we should do it today or tomorrow, but I think that if everything aligns and the planets all fall into the pattern that they do, that's one mistake I'd love to make again," he admits, fingers diverting temporarily in their path in order to pause and take a moment to slide lower to more sensitive areas.

Forget teasing and coyness and stringing it all out. Scotty just got proposed to. It'd been years (and years and years) since he'd had any kind of closeness or affection with a fellow human being, and now he was going to marry the love of his life and everything was going to be amazing.

He lunged up and kissed McCoy madly, wildly, pressing his hands against McCoy's shoulders until they were both flat on the ground and Scotty was on top, so dizzy with love he could hardly believe it.

His foot knocked against his bagpipes, which made a disappointed squawk. He ignored them.

The bagpipes and their discordant sound might as well have been a siren song of love for them, something that McCoy will remember until their very last days together. It's their lives and how can he even think about that when all he wants to do is kiss Scotty and try and convince him that he loves him more than anything in the whole wide world! He kisses back determinedly, as if trying to strip his mouth of a layer, easing back breathlessly as he stares up at him. "You make me feel like nothing I've ever felt before."

"Aye, and you, vice versa, uh, that is, I mean -" Scotty realised he was babbling, and decided to put his mouth back to better uses, unable to get enough of McCoy's endless, wonderful kisses.

His hands were everywhere, unable to settle on one place at a time, until finally he made his way to the button of McCoy's trousers, and broke apart, grinning at him.

"Now, you just lie back there, and let's see if we can get ye back in good working order," he said.

He can definitely lie back and think of Scotty's roaming and eager hands, a flush of absolutely mad love rushing through him and he lets out a breathless laugh as he lets his hips arch upwards. "I heard you're good with broken things."

"Like I said," Scotty replied, grinning eagerly, fingers making quick work of McCoy's fly. "I can fix anything."

He paused, for a moment, to appreciate the sight before him, then cracked his knuckles and got to work. This day just kept on getting better.

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