There must be some other reason you're so into me, then.
[ He shoots her a crooked, far too amused smile, a raised eyebrow that goes nearly all the way up to his hairline— especially when she adds that last bit. ]
You tell me. I'm sure you're the one with all the kinky locations in mind.
[ One eyebrow arches first, then the other, followed by a sound that's close to a surprised snort. ]
Captain's chair? Absolutely not. [ Even if they somehow managed to get the bridge all to themselves, Leonard would never do such a thing. Figures she would be into it, though. (Maybe she can talk him into a little adventure on a holosuite, someday.) ]
How about we start with something lighter, then... we go from there? [ He hums, hands squeezing her sides briefly. ] You're always welcome to drop by the med bay when I'm on a late night shift. We don't tend to get a whole lot of people around.
[ He really does wear his emotions on his sleeve, doesn't he? Her grin spreads at the reactions that so quickly spread across his features, another laugh escaping her as she squeezes him around the middle. ]
C'mon, you don't think the Captain's hooked up in that chair at least a few times?
[ She smiles up at him, tiptoeing to peck him on the lips. ] Fine. I'll settle for the med bay. You can, uh, give me a thorough examination.
Frankly, I'd like to believe he's got more respect for it than that. But even if he had, that doesn't mean I'm fine with it.
[ Which, just for the record, he definitely isn't. She is very pretty and can be pretty persuasive, but Leonard has a few lines he won't cross. Captain's chair? Totally out of bounds, sorry Sara. ]
Oh, don't you worry. I plan on examining every... last... inch of you. [ He runs his palms over her ass, more of a light, teasing touch than a grope, pulling back up to her waist with a smug little grin. ] So I reckon we better find a way back to the Enterprise sooner rather than later.
Alright, alright. No sex in the chair. [ She might sound a little disappointed, but breaking the rules isn't all that fun when your partner in crime's not on board, too. Besides, there are plenty of other places they can cause trouble.
She grins when his hands wander down her backside, chuckling and pressing another peck to his lips. ]
Oh, you better, Doctor McCoy. [ She nips at his lip before straightening to glance over her shoulder. The downpour is short lived, slowing to a steady drizzle with every passing moment. She reaches down to take his hand, tugging him back up the path they came. ] Fine. But only so we can get back to medical...
[ He hopes it's not a deal breaker, really. Honestly, he doesn't think it is, and much as he doesn't want her to be disappointed, there are some limits he won't cross. He is willing to expand his horizons on other things, though, sexual or otherwise.
He lets out a soft chuckle as she tugs him back along the path, lips curling into a wide grin. ] Look how quickly your priorities have changed. It's amazing.
[ But he's just as eager to get back tp the ship. Not just because of their impending sexual escapade, mind, but also for the chance to change into some clean, dry clothes. ]
[ It's no deal breaker - hell, she may never admit it, but this might just be the longest relationship she's seen through in... maybe ever. She's certainly invested enough that the stupid things don't deter her, anyway.
Truth is, she's happy with what they've got. ]
You're getting really good at negotiating with me. [ She grins, threading her fingers through his as they make their way through the woods and back towards the ship. ]
[ Plus, Leonard's a quick learner. Eventually they cross the distance to their shuttle, where they should meet up with the rest of the away team. He lets go of her hand if only for some semblance of professionalism, even if the other officers probably know all too well what they were up to, wandering around the woods on their own. None of them dare even say a word about it, between Leonard's wrath and Sara's likely ability to murder them in their sleep. Best not to risk it. ]
Not sure what I hate more, the damn transporters breakin' us apart or these little tin cans flinging us through space.
[ Yes, he knows how impulse engines work. Yes, he knows it's not actually 'flinging'. ]
[ Yeah, she's not sure why she even tries to hide it anymore. The lingering glances their way as they arrive back at camp say enough, and it's not like there's much of a good excuse for the two of them to have stolen away for the mission's sake.
Still, it looks like the research team has gotten what they've needed, even in the midst of the passing storm, and the equipment's already being packed away to ready them for the journey back to the ship. ]
At least the tin cans are fun to pilot. I don't love being pulverized and put back together so much. Seems like one of these days, somebody's head is gonna end up on the wrong shoulders.
[ She smirks over at him, glancing over and nodding as one of her security officers flags her down. ]
You'd think that, wouldn't you, [ He rolls his eyes. Yes, he does know how to pilot, and yes, he's exceptional at it, as they both well know. Doesn't mean he likes it any better, though. ]
Right. I'll see you there.
[ He'll have to run physicals on the whole team anyway, but afterwards... okay, better not let his mind steer towards that, or else he won't get any work done. He rejoins the scientific team and helps them pack up the things, making sure that all their supplies are accounted for and that the samples are stored safely. One last sweep of the area, then they dedicate their time packing everything back into the shuttle. It takes them a while, but it's thorough work and it goes without a hitch, the rain thankfully not making a comeback while they get ready.
All that's left is flying back to the ship. Leonard's safely strapped into his seat for the whole journey, which goes as smoothly as their ride down to the planet. Good, because he's more than glad to not have that particularly kind of excitement today. ]
[ Sara and her team do another sweep of their surroundings before they give the all clear for take off, and all in all the only hitch in the mission is the rain that's already drying from the cloth of her uniform.
Debriefs and a few routine security meetings take up most of the rest of the day once they're back on board, even if her mind very much wanders to the med bay and the plans they've made for later.
It's late by the time she finally wanders back down to medical, fresh from a shower after a short training session. ]
[ As expected, their plans need to take a backseat. She's got her duties and Leonard's got patients to see too, and the whole of the away team to do check-ups on. It includes her, of course, but they don't have much time for pleasantries during that quick encounter. After he gives her the clear, they don't see each other until much later in the day, when they're both now clean, showered, and thankfully in clean, dry uniforms.
He's sitting in his office, a section separated from the med bay by a glass wall. The privacy setting's been on since he got back, just in case Sara showed up out of the blue (look, he's not in the mood to offer anyone a free show), though when she shows up there is very few staff around, only a couple of nurses around and one officer being tended to in one of the cots in the more distant corner of the room.
Leonard watches her through the door to his office, and once she looks his way, he lifts his head in a nod, waving discreetly at her. ] Lieutenant.
[ Such is the life of a Starfleet officer. Duty comes first, the mission, the job always top priority. But more often than not, she can’t deny that the fun’s not far behind. Sure, there are reports and briefs to get through, but she does enjoy training with the crew and keeping the security team up to snuff.
Seeing him, even for a brief amount of time, does manage to put a smile on her face for a bit. The stolen smiles and a brief, fleeting touches don’t do much to tide her over for the rest of the day, but it’s not long they finally manage to wrap up.
The med bay’s quiet enough at this time of night, and she spares a passing nurse a curt nod before she returns her attention to Leonard, a polite smile on her lips as she lingers in the doorway. ]
Doctor. I’ve got the security brief from today’s mission. Got a minute to go over it?
[ Alright, it’s a flimsy excuse to drop by. But it’s not like they’re under all that much scrutiny at the moment, anyway. ]
[ Starfleet tends to be very adamant about their officers getting personal time. Whether or not they opt to have said personal time is also a matter of their own personal choice, however. Leonard has to admit he has more reason to want to enjoy his own free time now than he did before, which is the opposite of a bad thing. ]
Sure. Come on right in. [ He motions for her to come inside, not bothering to tell her to shut the door behind her since he figures that she knows she ought to. He leans back in his seat, relaxing into a smile once they're alone. ]
[ Sara never was good at taking time off. Always moving, keeping herself busy. Some may say it's a distraction, a way to keep herself from dwelling on the past, on all the shit she's left behind her. And maybe that's true, to an extent. But truth be told, she's happy on the Enterprise. And down time these days doesn't seem so bad when you've got someone to share it with.
She steps inside his office, letting the door hiss shut behind her before she flashes him a grin to match his. ]
Oh, sure. I've got your report right here. [ She smirks, crossing the space to lean down and press a kiss to his lips. ]
[ Leonard chuckles, lips curling a hint more just as she moves closer, sitting a little more upright and tipping his head back so he can return that kiss. Both hands rest on her legs, a light touch that comes with the gentlest of tugs to coax her closer to him. ]
You could've at least bothered to bring a PADD with you. You know, just to make it more believable.
[ He doesn't actually care, though. Doesn't much care that the nurse outside probably already has a good idea of why she's here either. ]
[ Well, Leonard can hardly complain when she's doing that, can he? He practically purrs while tilting his head back further, eyes closing for a moment while his hands move from her legs to her hips once she settles on his lap. ]
Can't really fault you for that, myself, [ He murmurs, hands moving low on her thighs to slip under her skirt. God, he loves when she wears the dress uniform just for him. ] Been excited about your visit all day long.
[ There are times she thinks she lives for that little growl in the back of his throat, a grin spreading on her lips as she leans over him, brushing her nose against the tip of his as her fingers thread through his hair. ]
Mm, me too. Couldn't seem to get you out of my head, Doc. [ She drags her teeth over his lower lip, reaching down with her free hand to tug his shirt up his stomach. She's never been a huge fan of the dress uniform - pants are just easier to fight in - but she does like the way his eyes linger over her legs when she wears it. Likes the way his hands just seem to find their way under her skirt and between her legs.
She leans in for another kiss, using both hands now to peel his shirt up his chest. ]
[ These days it is pretty easy for her to make him growl, so good thing she enjoys the sound so much. He certainly doesn't mind that particular effect she has on him.
He also really enjoys the weight of her on his lap, close enough to make him feel like he's warming up all over. His hands sadly are forced to part from her thighs when she hikes his shirt up, but he's swift about helping her to get it off— quite possibly not the best idea considering where they are, but he doesn't seem to give much of a damn at this point.
His hands slither up her skirt immediately after the shirt comes off, feeling along the hem of her panties and grabbing two handfuls of her ass, giving it a squeeze. ]
[ They've been at it enough now that she knows well enough what he likes. What makes him shudder, what makes him growl.
She tosses his shirt over his desk before returning her lips to his, working her way down his neck while she gets to work on his belt.
The underwear she's wearing is little more than a silk thong, easy enough for him to work his way around. She lets out a groan into his mouth when he grasps her ass, unbuttoning his fly and massaging him through his underwear. ]
[ Good thing she enjoys his growling so much, because she gets another similar sound when his fingertips trace over her barely-there underwear, a tiny piece of fabric that he loves so much he can't even think to get it off of her. ]
God, Sara...
[ He groans and shudders, their kiss breaking with a slow buck of his hips, pressing up into her hand. His own fingers curl and rub against the flimsy fabric, slipping past and between her folds. ]
[ That. That little sound he makes is the only damn reason she'd bothered with underwear in the first place. She can feel her breath hitch in her chest at the sound, at the way his long, deft fingers start to tease at her. ]
Leonard... [ She mutters against his lips, hips grinding back into his fingers as she rubs his cock through his underwear. Patience worn down to nearly nothing, she can't help but slip a hand into his underwear to wrap her fist around him. ]
[ She feels really good. It's a thought that always crosses his mind when they start touching like this, when they get really into it, but even over time, it gets no less intense. He moans louder when her fingers wrap tight around his already hard cock, and his hips shift beneath her, eager for the attention, and for more than just her hand pumping him.
As much as he likes her dress, it feels a little unfair that his shirt's off, while her torso's still covered. An oversight he's quick to fix, one of his hands sliding up her back to unzip her dress, while fingers of the other start pushing in shallow thrusts in and out of her wet cunt. He tugs the fabric down her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist so he can have access to more of her body, that same hand already sliding down her front to cup one of her breasts. ]
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[ He shoots her a crooked, far too amused smile, a raised eyebrow that goes nearly all the way up to his hairline— especially when she adds that last bit. ]
You tell me. I'm sure you're the one with all the kinky locations in mind.
[ Don't lie to him Sara, he knows you. ]
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Captain's chair. [ She says immediately, chewing on her lip a moment. ] Med bay. The turbolift. Ooh - the greenhouse!
[ Okay, so she's thought about this a little. A lot. Look, the ship is only so big after so long. ]
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Captain's chair? Absolutely not. [ Even if they somehow managed to get the bridge all to themselves, Leonard would never do such a thing. Figures she would be into it, though. (Maybe she can talk him into a little adventure on a holosuite, someday.) ]
How about we start with something lighter, then... we go from there? [ He hums, hands squeezing her sides briefly. ] You're always welcome to drop by the med bay when I'm on a late night shift. We don't tend to get a whole lot of people around.
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C'mon, you don't think the Captain's hooked up in that chair at least a few times?
[ She smiles up at him, tiptoeing to peck him on the lips. ] Fine. I'll settle for the med bay. You can, uh, give me a thorough examination.
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[ Which, just for the record, he definitely isn't. She is very pretty and can be pretty persuasive, but Leonard has a few lines he won't cross. Captain's chair? Totally out of bounds, sorry Sara. ]
Oh, don't you worry. I plan on examining every... last... inch of you. [ He runs his palms over her ass, more of a light, teasing touch than a grope, pulling back up to her waist with a smug little grin. ] So I reckon we better find a way back to the Enterprise sooner rather than later.
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She grins when his hands wander down her backside, chuckling and pressing another peck to his lips. ]
Oh, you better, Doctor McCoy. [ She nips at his lip before straightening to glance over her shoulder. The downpour is short lived, slowing to a steady drizzle with every passing moment. She reaches down to take his hand, tugging him back up the path they came. ] Fine. But only so we can get back to medical...
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He lets out a soft chuckle as she tugs him back along the path, lips curling into a wide grin. ] Look how quickly your priorities have changed. It's amazing.
[ But he's just as eager to get back tp the ship. Not just because of their impending sexual escapade, mind, but also for the chance to change into some clean, dry clothes. ]
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Truth is, she's happy with what they've got. ]
You're getting really good at negotiating with me. [ She grins, threading her fingers through his as they make their way through the woods and back towards the ship. ]
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[ Plus, Leonard's a quick learner. Eventually they cross the distance to their shuttle, where they should meet up with the rest of the away team. He lets go of her hand if only for some semblance of professionalism, even if the other officers probably know all too well what they were up to, wandering around the woods on their own. None of them dare even say a word about it, between Leonard's wrath and Sara's likely ability to murder them in their sleep. Best not to risk it. ]
Not sure what I hate more, the damn transporters breakin' us apart or these little tin cans flinging us through space.
[ Yes, he knows how impulse engines work. Yes, he knows it's not actually 'flinging'. ]
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Still, it looks like the research team has gotten what they've needed, even in the midst of the passing storm, and the equipment's already being packed away to ready them for the journey back to the ship. ]
At least the tin cans are fun to pilot. I don't love being pulverized and put back together so much. Seems like one of these days, somebody's head is gonna end up on the wrong shoulders.
[ She smirks over at him, glancing over and nodding as one of her security officers flags her down. ]
Meet you in the med bay once we're back?
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Right. I'll see you there.
[ He'll have to run physicals on the whole team anyway, but afterwards... okay, better not let his mind steer towards that, or else he won't get any work done. He rejoins the scientific team and helps them pack up the things, making sure that all their supplies are accounted for and that the samples are stored safely. One last sweep of the area, then they dedicate their time packing everything back into the shuttle. It takes them a while, but it's thorough work and it goes without a hitch, the rain thankfully not making a comeback while they get ready.
All that's left is flying back to the ship. Leonard's safely strapped into his seat for the whole journey, which goes as smoothly as their ride down to the planet. Good, because he's more than glad to not have that particularly kind of excitement today. ]
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Debriefs and a few routine security meetings take up most of the rest of the day once they're back on board, even if her mind very much wanders to the med bay and the plans they've made for later.
It's late by the time she finally wanders back down to medical, fresh from a shower after a short training session. ]
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He's sitting in his office, a section separated from the med bay by a glass wall. The privacy setting's been on since he got back, just in case Sara showed up out of the blue (look, he's not in the mood to offer anyone a free show), though when she shows up there is very few staff around, only a couple of nurses around and one officer being tended to in one of the cots in the more distant corner of the room.
Leonard watches her through the door to his office, and once she looks his way, he lifts his head in a nod, waving discreetly at her. ] Lieutenant.
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Seeing him, even for a brief amount of time, does manage to put a smile on her face for a bit. The stolen smiles and a brief, fleeting touches don’t do much to tide her over for the rest of the day, but it’s not long they finally manage to wrap up.
The med bay’s quiet enough at this time of night, and she spares a passing nurse a curt nod before she returns her attention to Leonard, a polite smile on her lips as she lingers in the doorway. ]
Doctor. I’ve got the security brief from today’s mission. Got a minute to go over it?
[ Alright, it’s a flimsy excuse to drop by. But it’s not like they’re under all that much scrutiny at the moment, anyway. ]
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Sure. Come on right in. [ He motions for her to come inside, not bothering to tell her to shut the door behind her since he figures that she knows she ought to. He leans back in his seat, relaxing into a smile once they're alone. ]
Well? Should we go over that report, then?
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She steps inside his office, letting the door hiss shut behind her before she flashes him a grin to match his. ]
Oh, sure. I've got your report right here. [ She smirks, crossing the space to lean down and press a kiss to his lips. ]
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You could've at least bothered to bring a PADD with you. You know, just to make it more believable.
[ He doesn't actually care, though. Doesn't much care that the nurse outside probably already has a good idea of why she's here either. ]
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Yeah, I guess I could've. [ Her lips trail down his jaw, working her way down his neck. ] Just got too excited.
[ She's gotten sloppy, being all content like this. If the nurse notices, so be it. Not like they're going to get written up about it, right? ]
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Can't really fault you for that, myself, [ He murmurs, hands moving low on her thighs to slip under her skirt. God, he loves when she wears the dress uniform just for him. ] Been excited about your visit all day long.
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Mm, me too. Couldn't seem to get you out of my head, Doc. [ She drags her teeth over his lower lip, reaching down with her free hand to tug his shirt up his stomach. She's never been a huge fan of the dress uniform - pants are just easier to fight in - but she does like the way his eyes linger over her legs when she wears it. Likes the way his hands just seem to find their way under her skirt and between her legs.
She leans in for another kiss, using both hands now to peel his shirt up his chest. ]
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He also really enjoys the weight of her on his lap, close enough to make him feel like he's warming up all over. His hands sadly are forced to part from her thighs when she hikes his shirt up, but he's swift about helping her to get it off— quite possibly not the best idea considering where they are, but he doesn't seem to give much of a damn at this point.
His hands slither up her skirt immediately after the shirt comes off, feeling along the hem of her panties and grabbing two handfuls of her ass, giving it a squeeze. ]
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She tosses his shirt over his desk before returning her lips to his, working her way down his neck while she gets to work on his belt.
The underwear she's wearing is little more than a silk thong, easy enough for him to work his way around. She lets out a groan into his mouth when he grasps her ass, unbuttoning his fly and massaging him through his underwear. ]
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God, Sara...
[ He groans and shudders, their kiss breaking with a slow buck of his hips, pressing up into her hand. His own fingers curl and rub against the flimsy fabric, slipping past and between her folds. ]
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Leonard... [ She mutters against his lips, hips grinding back into his fingers as she rubs his cock through his underwear. Patience worn down to nearly nothing, she can't help but slip a hand into his underwear to wrap her fist around him. ]
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As much as he likes her dress, it feels a little unfair that his shirt's off, while her torso's still covered. An oversight he's quick to fix, one of his hands sliding up her back to unzip her dress, while fingers of the other start pushing in shallow thrusts in and out of her wet cunt. He tugs the fabric down her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist so he can have access to more of her body, that same hand already sliding down her front to cup one of her breasts. ]
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