Thoughts of a late night knitter

It's the belated Six Sentence Sunday post again!

Here's yet another extract from a WIP I wish I could finish :)

“I may throw up on you,” he said and I liked him straight away.

He’d already caught my attention when he was arguing with the ensign and he cemented that by offering me his hooch. Anyone who shared their booze like that was worth knowing, and he was for sure different to all the other people on that shuttle. There was no uniform consistency about him and that drew me in like a moth to the flame.

Of course me being me, I didn’t realize what I was feeling; or even if I was feeling.

On Monday again...

"What would you wish for Captain?"

Bones is nearby, so you smile and give one of those answers that people expect from you. They all laugh and you sigh internally and quietly wish for the one thing you've wanted forever it seems...for Bones to call you darling.

It's not just the word you want, (though it in itself is special. To Bones darling is for Joanna, his mother, or grandmother - well loved family) you crave the tone of voice he uses.
Bones has as many voice tones as he does eyebrow raises and they convey just as much emotion.