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1000 Follower Ficlet #21

Bonus obligatory wifey ficlet. Requested by my life, my love, my heart and soul - the amazing @starshiphufflebadger!

Fandom: Star Trek AOS. Pairing: Leonard McCoy X Reader. Prompt: Trying Something New. Rating: All ages. Words: 1606.

“What do you mean, you’ve never built a pillow fort before?!”

You’re gaping at your boyfriend incredulously, appalled at how miserable a childhood Leonard must have had to have never built a pillow fort.

“Where did you hide away from the world?” You ask, wide-eyed from the shock of it. “Where did you go to read when there was too much going on in the house?”

“Not much of anything overly exciting ever happened in the McCoy household,” Leonard says wryly. “I didn’t have those kinds of problems, and it just never occurred to me.”

“We need to fix this,” you say seriously. “For science. Tonight, we’re building your first pillow fort.”

Leonard glances around the hotel room you’ll be staying in for the duration of your shore leave.

“How do you plan on building a fort with just a handful of pillows?” He asks.

“I’m calling room service,” you explain. “They can leave us a bunch more bedding while we’re out today, and we can pick up some twinkling fairy lights for the inside when we go shopping.”

Leonard rolls his eyes and quirks one corner of his mouth up in a small smile.

“You’re unbelievable,” he says with a chuckle.

With that, the two of you get ready for your day out on the town. Before long, you’re exploring the planet’s biggest city’s exclusive downtown district, sampling exotic treats and picking up a few souvenirs along the way. You’re delighted when one of the shops you stop by has the sort of twinkle lights you’d been thinking about for the pillow fort and you pick up a couple of strands for good measure. By day’s end, you’re exhausted from all the sightseeing and adventuring, but not so much so that you’re not still excited.

“Yes!” You exclaim as you and Leonard walk into your hotel room and find the assortment of pillows and blankets you’d requested from room service stacked neatly on the bed.

You can practically feel Leonard rolling his eyes behind you but you refuse to let him put a damper on things. Instead, you set your bags down against the room’s far wall and move off to change into your pajamas, urging Leonard to do the same. It only takes the two of you a few minutes and soon you’re standing in front of the bed, surveying your supplies.

“Can you move those chairs into this corner?” You ask, pointing to the aforementioned items. “They’ll make a great frame for the fort.”

“You’ve got it,” Leonard says resignedly, moving to do as you’ve asked.

As he pushes the four high-backed arm chairs into position with the seats facing out, you begin to arrange the mountain of cushions and pillows on the bed into a pallet on the floor. Before long, you’ve wrangled them into a plush bed with comfortable little nooks to sit and cuddle in and you’re covering everything with a blanket to keep the pillows from sliding apart. You can feel Leonard watching you and you grin.

“Well don’t just stand there,” you tease. “Get down here and give me a hand. You can’t put zero effort in and expect a warm welcome later!”

You shuffle over a little as Leonard joins you and start handing him little decorative throw pillows to arrange in any crannies left over after the initial layering. At the same time, you climb to your feet and start shaking out the variety of blankets, throws, and gauzy sheets the hotel staff have left for you. They’re multicolored and decorated with elaborate embroidery that you’re sure will look amazing lit from within by the fairy lights.

As Leonard finishes up, you move across the room and retrieve a tall floor lamp, unplugging it and carrying it over to the fort area. Moving carefully, you set it down right in the center of the circle of chairs and tuck the cord safely underneath a few pillows so no one will step on it. Stepping back, you ensure it’s in the right place before moving back over to the bed.

“Now what?” Leonard asks as he tucks the last cushion into place.

“Now’s the fun part,” you say with a grin. “Now we get to hang the blankets.”

You start with the largest one - a light, thin sheet fit for a king-sized bed. You hand it to Leonard and instruct him to drape it over the floor lamp. From there, the fort starts to come together and within minutes it’s fully assembled in all its glory.

Taking a step back and tugging Leonard along with you, you admire the roughly eight foot by eight foot enclosure. It peaks in the center over the floor lamp, and the blankets trail gracefully from the apex down and over the high-backed chairs. Looking up at Leonard, you gesture to the bags you’d picked up earlier in the afternoon.

“You get the snacks out,” you instruct. “Meanwhile, I’ll hang the lights and in a few minutes you’ll get to experience an honest-to-goodness blanket fort in all its glory.”

As Leonard agrees, you head over to the bags and find the lights. You dash into the blanket fort, parting the makeshift door you’d left in place for easy access and closing it again behind yourself. It only takes you a couple of minutes to string the lights up all over the place - around the tops of the chairs and spiraled down the floor lamp’s post - and then you gather the plugs. Reaching under the back wall of the fort, you plug them into a nearby socket and gasp as the lights wink on, illuminating the small, cozy space.

“Leonard, you’ve got to see this!” You exclaim.

You push aside one of the door flaps again to admit him as he stoops down with a small pastry box in one hand and a bottle of some kind of exotic beverage that had come highly recommended by the locals in the other. You watch his face as he sets the items down and crawls in, biting your lip as you wait for his verdict.

The smile that follows is all the assurance you need.

“Do you love it?” You ask.

“Darlin’, it looks great,” Leonard says, glancing around as he crawls forward and joins you in a pile of cushions, making himself comfortable. “I really did miss out.”

You squeal excitedly and launch yourself at him, nearly toppling him over as you attach yourself to him and snuggle in. He shifts around so he’s sitting with his back against one of the chairs, steadying himself and giving you more space to crawl into his lap. You happily take advantage of his new position and settle yourself on his thighs, wrapping one arm around his waist as you use his chest as a pillow.

“If I can convince the quartermaster to cough up some extra bedding, would you want to build one of these in your quarters?” You ask with a smile.

Leonard’s hearty laughter rocks the both of you as he wraps one arm around your shoulders to steady you and keep you close.

“Why don’t we stick to shore leave?” Leonard suggests. “It can be our little tradition. It’ll make it that much more special.”

You consider it for a moment and agree with a contented hum, nuzzling into his chest. You reach for the small pastry box with your free hand and untie the ribbon holding it closed, popping open the lid to inspect the treats inside. They’re French macarons of varying colors and flavors, and you bite your lip as you pluck a pink one out from the folds of the tissue paper that’s holding them snug. Bringing it to your lips, you give it an experimental sniff before biting into it. It tastes like nothing you’ve ever tried before - sweet and fruity, but completely foreign - and you hold the other half of the pastry up for Leonard.

“Can we just stay here forever?” You ask as he plucks the macaron from your fingers. “The replicators never get macarons right.”

Leonard rolls his eyes as he thoughtfully chews the pastry. The two of you sit in a companionable silence for a while with Leonard’s hand lazily stroking your back through your thin pajama shirt and his heartbeat thumping against your cheek. After a while, you glance up at him and find his head tipped back against the chair back behind him, his eyes closed. You can tell he’s not asleep, but he’s more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him and your heart swells with love for him.

“Will you read me a story?” You ask quietly, half hoping he hasn’t heard you.

His eyes open and he glances down at you with a lazy smile, nodding.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he says softly. “What kind of story?”

You pull away from him somewhat reluctantly and crawl out of the fort, making for your luggage. You pull the book you’d packed out of the duffel’s depths and crawl back into the fort. As Leonard takes the book from you, you nestle yourself in the pillows on the floor, getting comfortable and laying your head in Leonard’s lap.

“It was my favorite book when I was a kid,” you explain.

Leonard smiles as he flips to the first page. His free hand comes down to cup your cheek and stroke it gently, soothing and luring you into a state of utter relaxation as he begins to read.

“Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much...”

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