He pulls and tugs on her hand, leading her away from the party until they arrive at Jim’s darkened ready room. It’s a small room, but it’s big enough. Jim wraps an arm around her back, hand lowering to goose her ass and then haul her closer in the air, coaxing her legs to wrap around his hips as he’s busy kissing her breathless. “Bones,” Jim gasps desperately, using his other hand to swipe all the papers and PADD’s and items onto the floor with a loud crash and settling McCoy atop the desk, sliding the skirt up her thighs.
McCoy grins and pushes a hand through her hair and leans back on her elbows. Her lips are parted and she’s staring up at Jim, watching the way his fingers slowly crawl up the bare skin and unhook one of the stockings. “Captain, I think I may violate the Hippocratic Oath,” McCoy murmurs, the alcohol buzzing through her blood. She sits up long enough to grasp Jim by the shirt and haul him down atop her. “I’m thinking about doing some serious harm.” That said, she’s already at his neck, marking it with a fierce bite, sucking hard on the skin before her while Jim’s hands yank at the buttons of the dress, pulling it widely open.
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Date: 2009-08-16 09:51 pm (UTC)For this, have a treat:
He pulls and tugs on her hand, leading her away from the party until they arrive at Jim’s darkened ready room. It’s a small room, but it’s big enough. Jim wraps an arm around her back, hand lowering to goose her ass and then haul her closer in the air, coaxing her legs to wrap around his hips as he’s busy kissing her breathless. “Bones,” Jim gasps desperately, using his other hand to swipe all the papers and PADD’s and items onto the floor with a loud crash and settling McCoy atop the desk, sliding the skirt up her thighs.
McCoy grins and pushes a hand through her hair and leans back on her elbows. Her lips are parted and she’s staring up at Jim, watching the way his fingers slowly crawl up the bare skin and unhook one of the stockings. “Captain, I think I may violate the Hippocratic Oath,” McCoy murmurs, the alcohol buzzing through her blood. She sits up long enough to grasp Jim by the shirt and haul him down atop her. “I’m thinking about doing some serious harm.” That said, she’s already at his neck, marking it with a fierce bite, sucking hard on the skin before her while Jim’s hands yank at the buttons of the dress, pulling it widely open.