Dr. Fryjyp had stood and talked with them for a long while before he moved on. McCoy stood with Scotty next to him and gave an inaudible sigh. He wished he had had more time before they had come down.
“Do you want to dance leannan?” he asked Scotty softly. He had been watching the Mellvaroenians dancing.
He saw Scotty’s eyes light up. He remembered how much Scotty had said he’d enjoyed dancing at Admiral Beecher’s party.
“Of course mo gràdh,” Scotty replied enthusiastically.
“Let’s go then.”
They sat their empty glasses on the bar, and went to join the other couples on the dance floor. Scotty let McCoy lead.
“You’re quiet Len,” Scotty said. “Something on your mind?”
McCoy nodded. “I was thinking while you napped.”
“And I’m ready. For people to know.”
“Are you sure?” Scotty looked at him intently. “I thought you liked this? The privacy?”
“I do. But I want to be able to do this when I want.”
Scotty was cut off as McCoy leaned in and kissed him. Scotty stumbled but McCoy held him steady.
“I want you to do that when you want too!” Scotty laughed when they pulled apart. McCoy laughed with him.
“I thought it might be easier while we’re here. Away from the ship a bit, we won’t have to be right in the middle of the gossip.”
“Good plan,” Scotty agreed. “That mean I can do that when I want now too?”
McCoy didn’t answer. He just leaned in and kissed Scotty again.
“OH YEAH!” Jim’s voice floated past them. They broke apart and turned to see the captain dance past with Sorna, who had greeted them when they arrived.
Scotty just laughed and kissed his scowling doctor.
To be continued…