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[notabricklayer]

McCoy is awake, standing at the bay window, watching the sun rise over the mountains, a steaming mug of coffee in his hands.

It's been a week.

He has to go back. If he doesn't go back, there will never be a day where he'll up and decide to go back. It will be put off and put off until he's forgotten there ever was a Starship Enterprise.

Knowing he should doesn't make it any easier.

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Warm hands slip around his waist, dipping under his robe to caress his skin, and an equally warm body rests against his back, her cheek pressed against his shoulder.