Kirk/McCoy drabble by Farfalla
They lay in the antique wooden bed, wrapped more in
each other than in the old-fashioned quilt that they'd
kicked away. Iowa summers were hot, and their bodies
cooled as love-brewed sweat misted into the air.
"Mom, he followed me home; can I keep him?" Kirk asked
the welcoming night with a wistful smile.
McCoy chuckled warmly.
"I'm glad I brought you here. Seeing it through your
eyes..." Kirk thought of green soybean fields, blue
skies, and gentle creeks. He'd forgotten them while
off exploring galaxies. "Showing you my hometown has
made me see beauty here for the first time."
More McCoy stuff, slash and otherwise