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Constellations

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS) Pairing:  ReaderXBones Prompt: @starshiphufflebadger1 requested a fic where the reader has freckles and Bones adores them. Word Count: 1375 Warnings: None; fluffy through and through! Rating: Teen+ Author’s Note: This was almost smut. I really, really wanted it to be smut, but I held back because I love the fluff, too.  If there’s an interest, though, I may consider writing an alternate ending!

Constellations You’re completely exhausted after your shore leave but you couldn’t be happier as you collapse onto the couch in Leonard’s quarters, the cool fabric of the cushions in stark contrast to the heat of your sun-bronzed skin.  You’ve left your bags over by the door to deal with later and you’re grinning lazily as you beckon Leonard over with a wave of your hand. “Just let me put a few things away, darlin’,” he calls from across the room.  “I’ll be there in a minute.” “Noooo,” you whine.  “I need you, Lee.  Your luggage can wait.”

You can practically feel him rolling his eyes as he emerges from behind the bedroom partition and makes his way over to you.  You watch him as he rounds the end of the couch and sits back, slinging an arm over the back of the sofa and tipping his head to encourage you to move closer to him. You don’t need any encouragement, really, and before he’s even fully settled, you’re pressed up against his side, sighing contentedly as his palm slips down to rest on your shoulder.  His thumb gently strokes the skin exposed there beneath the thin strap of your tank top and you shiver, earning yourself a smile from the doctor. “Did you have a good time?”  You ask him, snuggling into his side and closing your eyes against the bright lights overhead. He grumbles, which you assume is a yes, and you’re infinitely glad.  The two of you had spent the week off on the beach, getting some sun and swimming in the ocean.  It had been an uneventful few days and that was exactly what the two of you had needed after all the hubbub on the Enterprise over the last several months. You’re rejuvenated after the little vacation, but you’re also in a post-vacation haze of exhaustion from all the fun you’d had. Silence hangs between you and Leonard for several long minutes and you begin to think he’s fallen asleep.  Opening your eyes, you glance up, tipping your head enough so you can see him, and find him looking down at the exposed shoulder you have leaning back against his chest.  He seems enthralled and a small smile perks up the corners of your mouth as you attempt to read him. The silence continues as he reaches up with his free hand, his fingertips tracing over the smattering of freckles on your shoulder.  His expression is one of awe as his fingers connect the thousands of little spots in broad strokes, and he blushes a bit when he looks up and realizes that you’re staring right back at him. “What are you thinking about?”  You ask him softly, resting your head against his chest, his heartbeat thumping softly beneath your ear. “Constellations,” he replies lightly, his eyes falling to your shoulder once more. You’re surprised by his answer, and your brow creases in confusion. “I didn’t take you for an astronomer, Dr. McCoy,” you tease. “You know I only paid attention in that class because you were so interested in it back at the academy,” he murmurs. You laugh softly and shift a bit so you can continue looking up at him as he continues his visual exploration of your shoulder. “No, really, though,” you encourage him. “No, really,” he emphasizes, his fingertip drawing something – is that the big dipper? – on your shoulder.  “The longer I look at your freckles, the more constellations I can pick out.  Your skin’s like the night sky, darlin’ – it’s beautiful.” You shiver at his gentle touch and feel your heart skip as his words sink in.  You’ve always loved your freckles, especially after you’ve been out in the sun for a while and they really pop, but Leonard’s never mentioned them before. To hear that he thinks they’re beautiful, of all things, makes you almost giddy. “Show me,” you whisper, angling your head so you can see where he’s touching you. He accommodates for your position and slips his fingertips lower down to your upper arm where the freckles are less dense but still well-defined.  You bite your lip as you watch him trace gentle lines into your skin, listening as he leans in a little closer to you so he can whisper in your ear. “Here’s Leo,” he breathes, his fingertips moving from point to point.  “And Scorpius.” Your heart rate is rising with every passing second, the contact between you and him becoming electric as he outlines the figures of myth and guardians of the night sky on your arm.  Your eyes flutter closed so that you can simply feel what he’s doing and take in as much of the sensation of his touch as possible, and you can feel his touch trailing higher again, to your collarbone, over the curve of your neck and down once more to the skin between your shoulder blades. “Perseus,” he says softly, his breath tickling your neck.  “And Cygnus.” As he traces the swan constellation, the freckle stars that make up the animal’s neck lead his fingers up to the column of yours.  He tangles his hand in your hair and runs his fingers through it, eliciting a moan from you. You feel him shift as the ends of your hair fall from his grasp and before you know it, the heat of his chest is gone from your back and he’s at your side, his palm cupping your face. Blinking your eyes open, you meet his intense hazel gaze and you watch his eyes slip lower, to the dusting of freckles on the bridge of your nose and your cheeks.  You bite your lip as he examines the spots, the amazement in his expression never once wavering.  His gaze is so fervent you feel like he’s trying desperately to memorize each and every freckle, and you’re nearly dizzy from the excitement his gaze is eliciting in you. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, closing the distance between the two of you and pressing his lips to yours. You’re surprised by the kiss but it’s not at all unwelcome and you quickly sink into it, your breathing coming in punctuated gasps.  You feel Leonard’s free hand wrap around your waist and pull you closer before continuing up to your neck.  He splays his palm at the side of your throat and runs his thumb along your jaw line, silently beckoning you to part your lips. As the kiss deepens and your tongues clash, you whimper and fist your hand in the fabric of his shirt, wanting to keep him close.  His fingertips gently stroke your neck as you drink each other in and moments later, much to your dismay, Leonard breaks the kiss and pulls away.  He doesn’t go far, though; just far enough to let you breathe. His forehead presses against yours and he nuzzles you, eliciting a smile. “This has you all excited, doesn’t it, darlin’?”  Leonard murmurs, gently capturing your lips with his again for just a moment.  “I can feel your pulse racing.” Pointedly, he strokes your neck where he’s got his fingers overlying your carotid pulse point and stills his hand there for just one more moment before allowing it to drift down to your shoulder instead.  He pulls away, looking down at you as he straightens up, and he gestures for you to turn around.  You do as he asks without question, and as soon as you’re settled, you feel his hands at the hem of your shirt.  You allow him to pull it off of you, leaving you in your bikini top, and you shudder with longing for his touch as you hear him gasp in mingled reverence and desire. “I’m going to be here all night, mapping out the sky,” Leonard murmurs behind you, his fingertips landing on your midback and beginning to trace lower. Where you’d been exhausted only minutes before, you’re now excited at the thought of getting to feel Leonard’s hands on you all night long. And to think, he’s only seen so far as your waist for now; you’ve still got plenty more freckles on your calves and thighs for him to explore and you can’t wait to see his expression when you show him those, too.

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