Title: When You Came Home
Author:miss_m_cricket on LJ
Pairing: Jim Kirk/Bones McCoy (Reboot!)
Rating: R for non graphical sex
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

Summary: All I have are the dreams...

A/N: Something requested by a friend of mine when I converted her to the Fandom.

When You Came Home

It's been……

Sweaty bodies entangled, writhing tanned forms, muscles rippling in the low light.

…one year……

A dark head reared back, silky hair silhouetted against a white ceiling, a pair of stormy dark eyes raised in exultant passion.

…two months……

A fair head turned to the side, blonde stands splayed against a white pillow, a pair of sapphire blue eyes, blazing with unquenchable fire.

…three weeks……

Mouths meeting and parting, passion building and one lying open gasping for air, the other trailing down the slender neck, nipping and sucking.

…four days……

Whimpers, moans, groans, growls, soft screams, pleading, begging, encouraging, enthusing, and crying out for…something.

…five hours……

Hands flying, stroking, caressing, scratching, gripping, grabbing, holding, pulling, sliding and answering that wordless plea.

…six minutes……

Whispered words, unheard phrases, murmured endearments, cries of passion, soft words of love.

…seven seconds……

A whirlwind of noise, two voices joined in passion, rising to the storm. Their senses are shaken and their souls are driven to madness, but they revel in each other.

…since I saw you last……

Two forms curled together, one hand stroking hair like spun gold, the other tilting the chin up so blue meets brown. The other has his hands around the others waist and he doesn't want to let go.

…and all I have are the dreams……

One figure alone, sitting by a window staring at the shuttle flying away, wishing.

…but they aren't you……

A body curled on a bed, crying his soul out, away from concerned eyes, weeping from the pain of searing loss

…dreams are pale shadows……

"Jim?" a soft voice in the darkness and a large gentle hand reaching out and wiping the tears away. A pair of confused blue eyes, looking up and widening with fierce joy.

…they cannot compare…

"Bones?" a voice, cracked with emotion and bruised with deep emotional longing and fiery desperation, a pale hand touching the stubborn chin before him.

…to 1 year, 2 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 5 hours, 6 minutes and 7 seconds later…

"I'm not going anywhere." He says his dark eyes burning

…when you came home.