“You smell nice.” Jim hums.
Bones give a half-hearted grumble as he continues putting away the grocery stuff on the kitchen counter into its respective cabinets. On days when he’s not working the ridiculous shifts at the student health centre, Bones makes good use of his free time to maintain the student apartment which he shares with Jim. It’s a functional system both of them has created: Bones takes care of the grocery, while Jim is in charge of cooking. Both of them take alternate day at doing the dishes because let’s face it, no one likes doing dishes.
So here stands Bones, trying to make good use of his free time. But a particular Jim Kirk is making it almost impossible to move around because Jim currently has his chin is propped up on Bones’ left shoulder, his strong arms wrapped tightly around Bone’s waist.
“And you’re not nice. Move.” With a carton of milk in hand, Bones flexes his shoulder so the movement knocks Jim’s chin off his shoulder slightly.
Jim lets out a soft ’oof’. But instead of letting go, Jim holds Bones closer to himself in a series of shimmying manoeuvre, effectively nuzzling into the cosy soft sweater Bones is currently wearing.
Smiling contentedly, Jim plants a soft kiss into the crook of Bones’ neck and says, “Always hard to let you go, Bones.”
Bones very nearly drops the carton of milk on the ground.