She hums a smile against his lips, nudging the tip of her nose against his. She starts to tug his shirt up his stomach, mischief dancing in her eyes as she looks down at him.
“Too late now, McCoy. I’m all in.” She shifts back just enough to pull his sweater over his head, leaning in to press a deeper kiss to his lips.
Well, if that's where things are headed now, he's not going to stop her. She's had something to eat at least, and he can just go back to his meal later.
He lifts his arms up so it's easier for her to get his sweater off, hands both moving to her back when she kisses him. His lips trail along her jaw, giving her ear a little nibble before chasing after her mouth again, and his hands tug her shirt up, wanting to return the gesture and get some layers off of her too.
Okay, so she probably should’ve let him finish up. Maybe stolen a bit of his wildly more nutritious dinner, but now that she’s here in his arms after so long, she can’t seem to help herself.
She sighs contently at the brush of his kiss down her skin, chuckling at the nip of his teeth before sinking into the warmth of that kiss. She breaks it just long enough to slip off her shirt, running her hands down his chest and nudging her nose against his.
Food's not going anywhere. Besides, it's replicated, he can just recycle it and get a new one if he feels like it. Not what he's thinking about right now.
"Missed you too, darling," he mutters, nipping gently at her lips, hands roaming up and down her back. He sprinkles a trail of kisses along her shoulder while his fingers curl over the straps of her bra, tugging them down her arms.
She sighs contently against his lips, into the comfort of him, all too aware how much oddly settling it feels - coming home to him. Not to the ship, not to the crew. To him.
She lets her eyes flutter closed at the brush of his lips against her skin, shrugging out of her bra and tossing it away before her hand start to unbuckle his belt. She’s still sore, still aching from the weight of the mission, but they both know there’s not much that can stop her once she gets going.
She nips against his collarbone, tugging his pants open and smiling on his skin. “We’re running out of places to christen on this ship.”
The comment gets a low chuckle from him, hand sliding between them so he can run a thumb over a hard nipple.
"Don't tell me you're really worryin' about that right now," he murmurs, his hips shifting to help her loosen his trousers. It's not like he gives a damn about finding new spots on the ship to fuck, he just likes being with her. The 'where' never really mattered much, and it matters even less so now.
God, she craves the sound of that laugh. Rumbled in the back of his throat, humming against her skin. She presses her chest into his broad hands, tongue tracing the shell of his ear.
"Just trying to keep it fresh for you, Doc," she teases, nipping at his earlobe. She's not particular about where they have sex, but she does enjoy the thrill of sneaking around with him. He's a good sport, at least.
She presses another few kisses against his jaw, hand slipping into his trousers to massage him gently through his underwear.
"You're not planning to spend all of leave in Georgia, are you?"
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“Too late now, McCoy. I’m all in.” She shifts back just enough to pull his sweater over his head, leaning in to press a deeper kiss to his lips.
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He lifts his arms up so it's easier for her to get his sweater off, hands both moving to her back when she kisses him. His lips trail along her jaw, giving her ear a little nibble before chasing after her mouth again, and his hands tug her shirt up, wanting to return the gesture and get some layers off of her too.
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She sighs contently at the brush of his kiss down her skin, chuckling at the nip of his teeth before sinking into the warmth of that kiss. She breaks it just long enough to slip off her shirt, running her hands down his chest and nudging her nose against his.
“Missed you.”
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"Missed you too, darling," he mutters, nipping gently at her lips, hands roaming up and down her back. He sprinkles a trail of kisses along her shoulder while his fingers curl over the straps of her bra, tugging them down her arms.
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She lets her eyes flutter closed at the brush of his lips against her skin, shrugging out of her bra and tossing it away before her hand start to unbuckle his belt. She’s still sore, still aching from the weight of the mission, but they both know there’s not much that can stop her once she gets going.
She nips against his collarbone, tugging his pants open and smiling on his skin. “We’re running out of places to christen on this ship.”
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"Don't tell me you're really worryin' about that right now," he murmurs, his hips shifting to help her loosen his trousers. It's not like he gives a damn about finding new spots on the ship to fuck, he just likes being with her. The 'where' never really mattered much, and it matters even less so now.
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"Just trying to keep it fresh for you, Doc," she teases, nipping at his earlobe. She's not particular about where they have sex, but she does enjoy the thrill of sneaking around with him. He's a good sport, at least.
She presses another few kisses against his jaw, hand slipping into his trousers to massage him gently through his underwear.
"You're not planning to spend all of leave in Georgia, are you?"