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Jul. 28th, 2010 08:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Morning comes slowly, which is something of a novelty to McCoy - he heads in early, and heads out late, just due to the nature of his work.
The second novelty comes when he wakes up enough to place himself, and there is a warm presence curled up beside him, heavy in the hollow of his shoulder. Memory flares back into existence, and he smiles into the early-morning dark.
He is really not sure how he got to be this lucky. He has no idea why she stayed with him, or even went forward with anything after he over-reacted.
He wonders if she meant what she made him promise.
There's only one way to find out, for certain. Very gently, almost regretfully, he smooths her hair back from her face (so peaceful, so beautiful) and presses a kiss to her brow.
The second novelty comes when he wakes up enough to place himself, and there is a warm presence curled up beside him, heavy in the hollow of his shoulder. Memory flares back into existence, and he smiles into the early-morning dark.
He is really not sure how he got to be this lucky. He has no idea why she stayed with him, or even went forward with anything after he over-reacted.
He wonders if she meant what she made him promise.
There's only one way to find out, for certain. Very gently, almost regretfully, he smooths her hair back from her face (so peaceful, so beautiful) and presses a kiss to her brow.
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Date: 2010-07-31 06:23 am (UTC)(She looks much improved over last night, but he suspects another night of downtime would really be necessary for her to catch up entirely - he also knows there's a snowball's chance in hell she'll actually take it)
Following her example, he slides back down under the covers, sighing in contentment as he spoons up behind her. Warmth and the early grey dawn light draw him under again, and he doesn't stir until she does.
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Date: 2010-07-31 06:41 am (UTC)Her hand covers his where it lays flat against her stomach. She turns her head and murmurs. "Shower?"
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Date: 2010-07-31 06:45 am (UTC)But shower finally adds up with Olga and the combination, he has to admit, is alluring.
"Shower." He agrees, and makes a mental note that after that? Coffee is high up on the list. Mornings aren't meant to be faced without coffee, medical fact.
He is, however, humming 'Oh What a Beautiful Morning' as he works on getting upright again.
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Date: 2010-08-01 01:28 am (UTC)She just shakes her head at him, brushing her hair back from her face and giving another languid stretch before sitting up. She doesn't even bother to look for a robe. She just pads over to the side table, looking for some sort of room service menu. Ah, got it.
There's a small pad of paper and a pen, and she scribbles something down, tears off the page, and folds it in two. Her hand slides open a tiny panel on the wall, and pulls out a clear glass cylinder. One little twist, and she's stuffing the note into the cylinder, and putting it back in the wall. Closing the door triggers a little whooshing nose.
That done, she pads off towards the bathroom, giving him an inviting look over her shoulder.
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Date: 2010-08-01 04:06 am (UTC)Well damn. Yet another opportunity for Nurse Chapel to scold.
Still, that's for later. For now, there's a beautiful woman who's just gone into that bathroom over there, so that looks like a great place to be. He trails her, all over gooseflesh at the slightly chilly air-conditioned environment.
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Date: 2010-08-01 04:42 am (UTC)Her brow furrows immediately.
"What on earth?"
Her hand alights on his shoulder, just above the bruise, turning him so she can get a better look.
"I did not think we had that much fun last night?"
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Date: 2010-08-01 04:49 am (UTC)He is very much so reading them all the riot act when he gets back. Again. At volume.
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Date: 2010-08-01 04:57 am (UTC)"Colourful. May I?"
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Date: 2010-08-01 05:03 am (UTC)"I'm finding there's a fair number of things you may, and quite well too."
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Date: 2010-08-01 05:08 am (UTC)Her hand passes over the bruise, and he can feel the skin itch, as if the blood is moving just beneath the surface. She smooths her palm over it again, and again.
"There. Fixed."
The skin is still a little yellow, but dark, ugly blotch has disappeared.
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Date: 2010-08-01 05:15 am (UTC)And then, after a moment of twisting to get a good look at it, he realizes that she does actually mean 'fixed' - He would judge that bruise to be a few weeks old, not a few hours.
"Well God-damn." He murmurs, thoughtfully, as he continues to eye his shoulder.
(He'd be lying if he said there wasn't some part of him that immediately cut and run with the implications of this and what could be done on the Starship level, someone who doesn't need instruments or even a partially functioning Sickbay to heal. But she has her own problems. She's not here to fix his. Except, evidently, those having to do with bruised shoulders.)
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Date: 2010-08-01 05:26 am (UTC)"Come on. Hot water will run out." She's assuming it will, anyway. When she finds out it won't, he may have to pry her out of the shower.
She pulls the curtain back and steps into the hot spray, sighing her contentment aloud.
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Date: 2010-08-01 05:32 am (UTC)And even better, right now, he can do better than an image. Grinning broadly, he follows her... and she's right, the hot water is glorious.
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Date: 2010-08-01 06:58 am (UTC)Oh, now there's a wicked idea. She wonders what sound he might make if she were to just slip to her knees, kissing her way down his torso to drink from hollow of his hip, tasting the salt of his skin before the water can sluice it away.
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Date: 2010-08-01 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-01 07:47 am (UTC)She doesn't tease, no, she's firm and direct, still listening to his responses, letting him tell her how much and how fast, pulling him along with a low hum of pleasure in the back of her throat.
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Date: 2010-08-02 05:09 am (UTC)He's not even pretending to keep from moving. He can barely breathe right, never mind control anything else.
"Olga. Olga, I..." The desperate need is rising again, coiling up his spine, shutting down his brain, tightening his muscles, slowly breaking him to bits.
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Date: 2010-08-02 05:43 am (UTC)One hand grips the base of his cock, the other rests against his hip, encouraging him without words to keep moving, to take what she's giving, without reservation. Again, there is that fierce, quiet passion she brings, the strength and surety of her touch making it clear, she's determined to see him through to the very end.
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Date: 2010-08-02 06:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-02 06:30 am (UTC)He tastes divine and the pleasure ripping through his body feeds back to her, coursing into her like electricity, crackling over her skin and grounding in her long bones. One hand splays flat against his stomach, fingertips sliding on his wet skin, sliding upwards until it's pressed over his heart.
She wants a taste of it, wants to pull it into her, breathe it in. But she won't. Not without his knowledge. Not without permission.
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Date: 2010-08-02 06:44 am (UTC)His movements have become just that bit more erratic, his breath shortening to sharp, almost-pained gasps. He could, when in a more sober environment, explain the science behind this, why and how the human body becomes so focused in these moments, what drives it to this point time and again.
Right now, that much thinking is beyond him.
"Darlin'" He grits out, as he feels the world shutting down in a blaze of fire and steam.
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Date: 2010-08-02 06:57 am (UTC)Breath by breath, she holds him, letting him tell her when enough is too much, and then gentling back to earth. The hot water has slicked her hair back, and she kisses her way up his torso, hiding her face against his throat, breathing just as hard as he is.
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Date: 2010-08-02 07:08 am (UTC)"Darlin'." He says again, more gentle this time, now that he has a few neurons that have decided they actually might want to work this morning.
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