books occasionally, but not a fanfic

keeps having to stop reading and just stare for a bit

Kirk blinked. "I touch him?" "Lord, Jimmy, like he's a tribble and you're a love starved spinster."

McCoy replenished Kirk's glass and sat back again. "And you tease him.

With that same 'come hither' look you use on pretty girls and the occasional pretty boy."

what the hell are we reading?