Title: Supreme Pleasure
Author: Amphioxous Obnoxious
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Rating: PG, drabble
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"Since arriving in Atlanta," complained Spock, "I have encountered far too many references to peaches. Peachtree Lane, the Peach Bowl, Peach Hotels, Peachtree Park, peach cobbler, peach ice cream, dried peaches, canned peaches, giant peach statues--"
"Well, we won't run into any peaches in here," McCoy winked, leading his Vulcan tourist into their hotel room. The door shut behind them with a click.
Several kisses later, as they wrestled on the bed, Spock reached over Leonard and fumbled in the nightstand drawer for the prophylactics conveniently provided by the hotel. He had to read it twice.
"Supreme Pleasure. Flavored: Peach."