landing party ( for thecanarylives )

[dark_ages]

[ He comes to with his head pounding, his vision blurred, and a persistent ringing in his ears. It takes him a while-- a good while, maybe seconds or maybe minutes, to even regain his vision properly, and to take in his surroundings. He's in a shuttle, which is completely wrecked, panels broken and burnt, wires hanging from everywhere, sparks going off and small fires here or there. They're also tilted forward slightly, so he can feel his weight pushing against the belts keeping him strapped to his chair. He looks beyond the window and he sees a lush forest just outside, trees and blue skies as far as the eye can see. It'd be pretty if not for the fact that they've clearly crashed on the planet they were supposed to land on.

Shit. Holy shit, they crashed. How the fuck did they crash? Leonard just wanted to gather some samples from the surface, it didn't even warrant a landing party bigger than two people, how the fuck did they end up like this?

That thought gets his brain into gear. Because he's not alone. He looks over to find Sara passed out, though at least thankfully still strapped to her seat. He lets out a shuddered breath, trying not to panic as he struggles to undo his own safety belt. ]

Sara!! Come on, you piece of shi-- [ His panicked grousing is cut off as his belt comes undone, and he just barely manages to brace himself against the controls rather than slam right into them. Head still spinning, he nevertheless forces himself to stumble towards her, looking her over briefly for possible injuries before he cups her face, trying to wake her up. ] Sara. Hey, can you hear me? Come on, open your eyes...

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[thecanarylives]

[ She wouldn't argue with that. She's seen his bedside manner firsthand, and there are definitely times when it's wanting.

He's still cute, though.

She quirks a small smile when he talks about enlisting, casting a glance down at her hand against the cotton of his shirt. ]

Sounds familiar.

[dark_ages]

[ Right. He does realize there have been a few times where some of his patients, or even his colleagues, forgive him his moods because they think he's cute. Or charming, that's a more appropriate word, he thinks. But hey, if it helps him get his job done, so be it. ]

Yeah?

[ He chuckles softly, leaning in to peck her nose. ]

Well, I don't know about you, but it's been workin' out pretty well for me.

[thecanarylives]

[ Oh, he definitely knows how to put on the charm when it suits him. She's fallen privy to that much, despite her own stubbornness.

She quirks a small smile, wrinkling her nose at his peck and leaning up to catch his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. ]

Mm. I guess it hasn't been so bad. [ She nudges the tip of his nose with hers, smile widening a little. ] Might even stick around a while.

[dark_ages]

Oh, will you now? [ His lips curl wider too, and he leans in to kiss her again, the hand on her side moving around her to hold her closer, resting on the small of her back. ]

Guess that's my gain too, then. Lucky me.

[thecanarylives]

[ She grins into the kiss, nipping playfully at his lower lip and shifting in closer so they're flush against each other. Head nestling into the crook of his neck, she presses a few kisses to the base of his throat. ]

Yeah, lucky you. [ She chuckles, slinging an arm around his side. ] Just as long as I get access to the fun pain meds. We both know that's the only reason I'm here.

[dark_ages]

Yes, obviously, [ He chuckles, knowing full well she doesn't mean that. No one goes to this much trouble for some simple pain meds.

Once she scoots close to him, he tugs the covers over them both, tucking them both in comfortably, his arm wrapping around her while his own head sinks to the pillow with a sigh. ]

[thecanarylives]

[ It's true. She could've just as easily snuck into his office and stolen them for herself months ago.

She settles in next to him once they're under the covers, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. ]

Not a bad first date, Doc.

[dark_ages]

[ Or, you know, seduced one of his ensigns. But he's glad she hasn't.

Kissing back, he smiles at her once they pull away. ]

Glad you enjoyed yourself.

[ Sex would've been great too, but he likes this a lot, honestly. He'll just make it up to her on that front some other time. ]

[thecanarylives]

[ Nobody's saying she hasn't ever done that. For the record.

She nips at his lip, grinning and snaking her hand around to squeeze at his ass. ]

Mm. You were a perfect gentleman. [ She's actually a little surprised things haven't gone that way, all things considered... but God knows tonight's been a hell of a lot more intimate than she's actually gotten with anyone in years. ]

[dark_ages]

[ Yes well, she's not doing it now, so that's what matters.

He laughs at that grope, shifting slightly in response. ]

You sound surprised. Did you expect anything else?

[ Granted, he knows what she means. It's not like he planned the night to go either way, but considering their history, ending the night with sex wouldn't have been a perfectly reasonable expectation. But that still wouldn't have made him act any less like a gentleman towards her. ]

[thecanarylives]

[ She grins up at him, shrugging innocently and hugging him tight up against her. ]

Maybe just a little scandal. Something your Ma should definitely not know about... [ She chuckles, tugging playfully at the drawstring of his pants. ]

[dark_ages]

Well, [ He starts, looking down as she tugs at the string. ] That does sound very tempting...

[ They did wrap up dinner pretty fast, so they have plenty of time still. He's certainly not opposed to doing something other than sleep. ]

[thecanarylives]

[ She’s pretty sure her morning schedule isn’t all that taxing, and it’s not like they’ve just partied late into the night. Chuckling at his response, she nudges him onto his back and rolls on top of him, sitting up and tugging the hem of oversized shirt up her thighs. ]

You sure? Wouldn’t wanna put you out, Doc.

[dark_ages]

[ He lets himself get pushed onto his back, lips curling when she sits on him. His hands rest on her thighs, moving idly up and down. ]

I'm sure you can think of some way to make it up to me.

[thecanarylives]

[ She grins down at him, hiking the shirt up to her hips. Shifting back a little so she can straddle his hips, she settles herself against his lap, letting her hands rest against his as he drags up and down her thighs. ]

Hope so. Last time I checked, you weren’t a hard man to please.

[dark_ages]

And here I thought you liked me hard.

[ He grins cheekily at her. Yeah, it's a cheap ass joke but he is sticking to it. Besides, she's half-naked in his bed, sure some bad jokes won't scare her off. Just in case it might cross her mind, he slips his fingers up to her underwear, plucking gently at the elastic. ]

[thecanarylives]

Never said I didn’t.

[ She chuckles, shaking her head at the joke. He’s lucky he’s cute even when he’s making bad puns.

Grinning when he tugs at her underwear, she straightens and pulls the cotton of his old Academy shirt up and over her head, tossing it on a nearby chair. ]

This how you like me?

[dark_ages]

[ He sucks in a soft breath as she takes off her shirt, hands slipping up her sides idly. His fingers find some of the scars at the small of her back, tracing gently over them. ]

You do make for quite the view, yeah.

[thecanarylives]

[ She smiles softly at the brush of his fingers, leaning down and taking his head in both her hands. Her kiss is soft, teasing, sweet - lips playing lightly against his at first before she dips her head in to deepen it, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. ]

[dark_ages]

[ His head tips immediately to meet that kiss, his hands going up her back, tracing over the rest of her scars on the way. One of his legs folds just to push her up that hint closer to him, thigh pressing between her legs in more of a suggestive way than an outright stimulus. She is more than welcome to grind down against him, though. ]

[thecanarylives]

[ She sighs into his kiss, pressing a trail down his jaw, his neck, hands pushing the fabric of his shirt up his stomach and chest.

As his leg shifts between hers, she’s only too happy to let herself grind down on his thigh, the cotton of his pants and the silk of her underwear giving her good friction to start. ]

[dark_ages]

[ He feels her tugging his shirt up, and he pauses everything he's doing for a moment to get it off and toss it out of the way. There, one less thing to worry about. Then he goes back to touching her.

Even if there's no friction between his own legs, just feeling her grind down against him is enough to make his breath stutter, leg moving so his thigh's pushing back between her legs. One of his hands rounds her torso to tease one of her breasts, while the other dips down to slip under the fabric of her underwear, covering an ass cheek in a gentle grip. ]

[thecanarylives]

[ She lets her hands drag down his chest, his stomach, hips rocking in slow, easy movements as she nudges the hem of his pants down his hips a bit.

Leaning her chest into the warmth of his grip, she sighs softly and lets her hand stroke over the bulge in his pants, gripping him through the cotton. Shooting a smile down at him, she starts to stroke him gently to the rhythm of her hips. ]

[dark_ages]

[ He closes his eyes and wiggles his hips just slightly when she tugs the fabric down just a bit, letting out a sigh. A little smile settles on his lips when he thinks— damn, he's missed this. They only did get that one night (and morning), and he hadn't even thought through about how they hadn't done much of anything since.

His eyes peel open again when she cups him over his pants, gasping and his hips bucking up towards that touch. The hand on her breast plays with her nipple, catching it lightly between thumb and index, giving it just a teasing flick and pinch, while his other hand roams the skin of her ass and thigh, little by little nudging down her panties, exposing more of her without actually getting them off. ]

[thecanarylives]

[ That night they'd shared together seems a hell of a lot farther back than she'd like to admit, and the more he drags his hands over her skin, teases and prods playfully, affectionately at her, the more she realizes how much she's missed it. Not just the sex, or the promise of it - something in the warmth of his touch, the way he looks at her.

Not to mention that he somehow seems to know just how to touch her to really get her going. Her nipples respond immediately to his teasing, hard against his fingertips as she shifts her hips to grind harder into his thigh.

Hand still giving him slow, easy strokes through his pants, she leans down to press another kiss to his lips, slow and sweet and lingering as she slips her hand between his pants and his underwear. Slightly less friction now that the cotton's out of the way, but just enough of a barrier to keep teasing him, squeezing gently at his balls, stroking up and down his length. ]