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landing party ( for thecanarylives )

[ 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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[ He groans deeply when she finally gets off of him, panting hard and hoarse, chest heaving with each breath. His head feels delightfully light and he's got a wide grin plastered on his face, a laugh bursting from him as he glances back to her.

He folds an arm up, fingers running up her side and arm, the touch teasing and gentle. ]

I'll take 'not bad' for now, I suppose. [ A shrug. ] I do aim to please.

[ Her head turns to glance over him, at the mess she's made glistening along his chin and cheeks, at the quick rise and fall of his chest. When he laughs, she bursts into something that sounds dangerously close to a giggle, using what little energy she has left to shift in closer to him. ]

Oh, you pleased, alright. [ She chuckles, reaching out to wipe a thumb along the line of his jaw. ] I think I might have smothered you a little.

[ He lets out a low hum, practically a purr, lips curling into a smile as she scoots closer, one of his arms wrapping around her. Her comment makes him laugh, albeit a little hoarsely, and he glances over at her. ]

Mm, you most certainly did, but you won't hear me complainin' about it.

[ Smothered by pussy is one hell of a way to go, so... well, there's that. If anything he'll be all too glad to encourage her to do a repeat.

(Not now, though, he needs to at least learn how to breathe properly again.) ]

Think I might need a quick shower, though. [ Or at least wash his face. But a shower sounds more fun if he can get her to join him. ]

[ She smiles right back up at him, one arm slinging over his chest when he wraps an arm around her. ]

Dr. Leonard McCoy? Not complaining about something?

[ She cranes her neck to press a kiss to his jaw, gaze perking up a bit at the sound of a shower. They've made a hell of a mess, and she's definitely not against making another... even if the goal is to clean up. ]

Need some help with that?

Yeah, I know. You might've just found the one thing that's bound to put a smile on my face.

[ He delivers that with a low laugh, languid and absolutely pleased with himself. He tilts his head to kiss her lips briefly, not getting too into it so she won't end up with the mess of her own fluids all over her face. ]

I do have some harder to reach places, if you wanna give me a hand or two with that.

[ At least making a mess in the shower will make the cleaning up itself a whole lot easier. Plus, just thinking about her soaked wet from head to toe... yep, he's into that idea. A lot. ]

What, me sitting on your face? [ She laughs along with him, craning her neck up to meet his kiss. The lingering taste of his own release is still sharp on her tongue, and she wets her lips as she musters up the energy to sit up. ]

Well, if I have to. [ She grins, rolling over and off the bed to get to her feet before reaching a hand out to help him. ]

I mean, you can sit on other places besides my face. I'm sure it'll produce the same effect.

[ Grinning and chuckling, he struggles to follow after her, taking her hand and sitting up first, taking a moment to just look at her. Eventually he manages to get to his feet with a soft, lazy groan, finding his footing first and then leading the way to the bathroom while still holding her hand. ]

I can help you with your toughest spots too, if you want...

[ He nips on her shoulder playfully, letting go of her hand eventually, instead giving her ass a firm grope. ]

Well, we should probably try different spots out. Just to make sure there's not a spot you prefer the most.

[ It's the scientific method, probably. He gets it. She watches him fondly as he sidles towards her side of the bed, smiling down at him when his gaze drags over her a moment. Hand slipping into his, she follows him toward the bathroom, laughing and reaching up to drag her fingers through his hair at the nip to her shoulder. ]

I think it's best that you do. Really get in deep. [ She chuckles, tugging him in closer before they get to the shower and tiptoeing to press a kiss to his lips. This one longer and lingering, tongue lapping out to lap up the lingering taste of herself. ]

Mm, I do appreciate being as thorough in my research as possible.

[ Of course they're talking about anything but research. Work couldn't be any farther from his mind right now. In fact if he's called in for an emergency right now he might actually stab someone.

Luckily it seems they're both allowed to have the night to themselves. He tips his head down to kiss her back, blindly pawing for the shower controls and turning on the hot steam, guiding them both underneath the spray. ]

Well that's just good sense for a good doctor.

[ It's probably unwise, but she's fairly sure if they both got called in for a mission right now, they'd think twice about actually answering. Tonight's been about as perfect as she could've asked for, with not much sign of slowing yet.

She lets her eyes flutter closed a moment to sink into that kiss, breaking it momentarily to follows his lead into the shower. Letting the heat over the water rush over her a moment, she steps in close and reaches up to muss up his hair, smiling up at him. ]

[ Since he does still feel kind of like a mess, he tips his head up to let the water wash off the mess all over his face, looking back down when she messes up his hair. Grinning at her, he reaches up with both hands to cup her face, leaning down to kiss her.

His fingers run along her hair, slow and gentle, guiding the water as it washes down the long strands. Fingertips keep moving down her back, nails dragging slowly across skin, while he nips at her lips and licks slowly into her mouth. ]

[ She watches him quietly a moment as the water rushes over his face and down his neck and chest. Mouth spreading into a grin to meet his, she tiptoes up to meet his kiss, eyes sinking closed again.

Sighing against his lips, her hands travel down his chest, his abs, his stomach, slipping around to hook around his hips and keep him flush up against her. Sucking softly at his lower lip, she drops her jaw to drag her tongue along his, humming softly as the steam starts to fill the small compartment. ]

[ His own hands trail down her back, slow and not particularly purposeful right now, at least not any more than simply intent on washing her clean. Not that they've even made that much of a mess yet, but he still slips his fingers between her thighs, washing a few of her fluids away, but not really bothering to leave her completely clean.

After all, with path he expects this shower to take, having her still wet will only help things along. He teases her slit instead, humming into the kiss as a couple of fingertips prod at her entrance, and he pulls her closer against him, feeling her whole body pressed flush against his own. ]

[ One of her hands does slip back up to rub the mess she's made from his cheeks and jaw, even as her lips and tongue drag lazily across his mouth to lick up the rest of it.

Grinning when his hand slips between her legs to help her clean some of the mess away, she hums softly when his touch lingers there, biting at his lower lip and spreading her legs just slightly to give him more room to work. Her other hand slips between them both to help him clean the mess from his stomach and down the length of his cock, fingertips grazing stroking him lightly to help wipe away his cum before reaching down to lightly massage his balls. ]

[ She gets a low purr from him as her hand reaches lower to massage his balls, his own legs shifting to offer her more room. It might take a little while for him to get hard again, but some slow, gentle teasing and exploration sure aren't going to do any harm, and the heat of the water is incredibly relaxing and comfortable, making him feel all the more at ease.

Breaking the kiss, he trails his lips across her cheek, nuzzling into her hair. It's not purposeful by any means, he's just enjoying the closeness and intimacy of this moment without any kind of rush. ]

[ She's still not entirely recovered from their first round anyway, the buzz of pleasure still lingering at her fingertips and toes. But she does enjoy the soft playfulness of his touch, the quiet, sweet intimacy of the moment.

She smiles against his neck as his head dips down, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone and letting her eyes sink closed eventually. The steam and the water are doing wonders for any soreness tugging at her muscles, and she lets the spray wash over them both for a long moment. One hand settles itself into his hair, fingertips stroking idly at the back of his head. ]

[ After a bit of teasing, his hands move back up again, rounding her ass and smoothing up her back, tracing over marks and scars. All the while he keeps stealing little pecks from her lips, planting kisses along her cheek and temple, nuzzling against her while they slowly pet and wash each other.

In a way, it feels like relearning each other all over again. After all, it's been months since they've been together like this, and even then it was never with this degree of intimacy. ]

[ The light touch of his fingertips against the scar tissue at her back sends a shiver up her spine, her breath soft and content against his lips. She returns his kisses in turn, trailing along his jaw, his cheek, hands wandering along his arms, his back, his stomach.

It feels worlds away, somehow - the night and morning they'd spent together. There's something much more raw, more real between them now. Something honest that she hasn't let herself feel in years.

She rests her head on his shoulder, pressing kisses into the crook of his neck, fingertips tracing the rounded edge of his shoulder blade. ]

[ He smiles down when she settles against his shoulders, his arms tracing all the way up to her hair, fingers brushing through it, then moving back down to the base of her spine. His arms wrap a little more around her, and he pulls her into something that's closer to a warm embrace, kissing her temple and forehead before his palms trace back down to her ass, kneading it gently. ]

[ A soft hum of a sigh escapes her at the brush of his fingers through her hair, lips pressing in to kiss the base of his neck again. When he pulls her in tighter, she presses in against him easily, head lifting up to catch his lips in another kiss.

Straightening after a moment, she slips her arms around his shoulders, nipping lightly at his lower lip and smiling. ]

We're wasting water.

[ That gets a soft laugh from him. They both know water isn't really wasted on the ship, but the thought amuses him for some reason. Any other time he might've been more conscious about it, but right now he just shrugs dismissively. ]

So be it. I'm not in a rush, are you?

[ The Starfleet technology on board a five year mission is specifically designed to make sure little to nothing goes to waste, really. It's a thought that stems from all those surviving years on her own, taking nothing for granted when the most advanced technology was lightyears away.

Right now though, it feels much like any care she did have in the world has slowly started to melt away. She glances up at him, smiling and shrugging innocently. ]

Not really. [ She strokes her fingertips through his hair, taking his features in a moment before pressing another kiss to his lips. ]

[ He'd offer to just finish the shower and get out, but they may as well be honest here and admit that they're here for more than just washing up.

He hums and tips his head down, parting his lips into that kiss, arms wrapping tight around her and pulling her closer, one of his hands snaking back down to her ass, two fingers slipping between her legs again. ]

[ It all feels way too good to do anything more than stand here, the heat of the water and the steam surrounding them as their hands roam idly along each others' skin.

She lets her eyes sink closed a moment, soaking in his kiss, his touch, weight leaning into his chest. Chuckling softly against his lips as his hands start to wander again, she nips softly at his lip, grazing her teeth along his tongue and grinning.

It occurs to her belatedly that they'd showered together that morning, however many months ago. It's a strange feeling, knowing how far they've come since then. How many walls she's let down. She trails a few kisses along his jaw, hips pressing back into his touch as her hands wander down his chest, his stomach, one hand traveling downwards to massage his balls again. ]

[ Maybe it's the water having an effect on them, or the bit of time they've taken to relax in each other's arms, but their touches now certainly feel more intent, driven. He purrs when she touches his balls again, hips shifting to accommodate that touch, and while one hand teases between her legs from behind, his other hand runs up her torso, sweeping up her side and cupping her breast.

His head tips to the side to welcome the brush of lips and teeth, and he flicks a thumb over her nipple, slow and paced, building up her pleasure without any kind of rush to it now. ]

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