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From a Chulu (Pavel Chekov/Hikaru Sulu) fic with bonus Spirk I’ve been working on:
"Is he -- may I see him?" Chekov asked worriedly. As soon as Bones nodded, he moved toward the bed. "What has happened?" he asked in a trembling voice. He reached out with a shaking hand to touch Sulu's slack fingers.
All at once, Sulu gasped and sat up.
"Holy shit!" Jim exclaimed, jumping back.
From an Old Married Spirk (ST TOS) fic I’m inching closer to finishing --
"When you said you were bringing us a house present, I didn't think it would be one that required training pads and regular walks," Jim said genially. He regarded the animal as he took a step closer. "I had heard dog breeders had begun to make available these -- what do they call them now -- unicorn dogs?"
As if cognizant of its relatively recent designation, the small dog attempted to romp about in the narrow confines of his box. In his antics, he ended up chasing his own tail briefly before he flopped onto his side in confusion.
His smile now clearly evident, Jim went down on one knee and let the dog smell his hand, which it did with keen interest, and briefly stroked his silky coat.
In the middle of some editing/writing, and oh my god, I think that the end of this fic is in sight! Glory be! *drinks more coffee*
I am finishing this particular scene by the end of today and starting on the following build-to-climax scene by tonight, by gum!
Just for fun, a six-sentence excerpt from the current scene:
Of course the bachelor party went ahead just like Jim wanted.
Len shouldn't have been surprised; nearly everything went ahead like Jim wanted. Women who found him charming often invited themselves into his bed. Women who found him annoying eventually came around to proclaiming him endearing. People who thought he was a fuck-up ended up throwing away those bad first impressions and making him their personal hero. And innocent folks who just wanted to be left alone to head toward their impending arranged weddings with sour outlooks on the future were made to celebrate the stupid upcoming ceremonies with a wild night of partying.
And now, back to work!
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project.
Chekov glanced up at Len, his own eyes widening as he met his gaze. "Ah, hell," Len muttered to himself. He hadn't even realized. But now that he knew, it seemed like the wedding was even worse of an idea than before. Lord knew what had happened the last time he'd married someone he'd fallen desperately in love with. Nothing good, that's what.
