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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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[ Wasn't this supposed to be breakfast? Whatever, okay, he'll just kiss her for a while. Not like they're in a rush yet anyway, and taking their sweet time with the food does sound very nice.

Breaking the kiss again, he reaches for another piece of pancake for himself, washing it down with some coffee. ]

[ Right. Breakfast. She totally doesn't have a one track mind. When he's around.

She presses a kiss to his jaw, returning to the bowl of fruit before slicing a piece of pancake for herself. After a few more berries, she leans back into him, holding her mug in both hands and taking a sip. ]

Got a long day today?

[ Mmhmm. Not that anyone's accusing her that she'd just jump him again if he let things go that way. But it's not like he'd be that hard to convince so he can't talk much, either. ]

Busy one, at least. Some reports to go through, double-checking inventory, and finally dragging our dear Captain in for his regularly mandated check-up. But it shouldn't drag on too long, I don't think so.

[ He picks up his own coffee once he's done with the food, sipping at it. ] What about you?

[ They have some time to make up for, really. Too much time spent pining from a distance.

She takes another piece of pancake as he talks, leaning her head back against his chest again. ]

He still hasn't come in for that? [ She laughs, shaking her head. ] You know he's gonna drill you on what's going on with us, right?

[ She finishes off the bowl of berries, picking up her coffee to wash it down. ] Ensign training in the morning. A few sparring sessions. Some security meeting with Spock in the afternoon. Oh, and Sulu wants to sword fight or fence or something later.

[ Leonard lets out a chuckle at that, but then his brow raises, and he shifts slightly so he can look at her. ]

You know what? That might just assure that he will show up now. Bested by his own curiosity.

[ More like nosiness, but he won't get into details. Still not sure how much he'll tell him, but... well, it's Jim. He's his best friend, so he is going to tell him something. ]

Sounds all very... exciting. [ Kind of exhausting too, but then that's the kind of pace she's used to, isn't it. ]

[ She turns a bit to look at him, quirking a small smile and chuckling. ]

Better give him a good story. Make it worth his while.

[ She leans up to peck his jaw, draining the rest of her coffee from her mug. ]

Spock's meeting will be the most exhausting, honestly. If I start sexting you around 1400, you'll know why.

Think the truth should be more than enough.

[ He assumes sharing the truth is fine, anyway. Jim's his closest friend after all, and it's not like he's going to go around telling the whole crew about it. He's kind of assuming Sara doesn't want to keep all of this a secret...

Not that it'd have worked, either way.

He lets out a laugh at that. ] Better try and clear my schedule around that time, then.

Mm. [ She lets her head rest back against him a moment, fingertips tracing along his knee. While she would've much preferred to start whatever this was in private, all that was already shot to hell now. At least he'd be able to confide in his best friend at the start of something new.

She smiles a little at his response, craning her neck up to kiss his jaw again. ]

It's probably best. Wouldn't want to distract you from anything important. [ Right. ]

[ Sharing with Jim would be different than sharing with anyone else. Leonard's definitely not about to answer any personal questions coming from just anyone else, though to be fair most other people on their crew wouldn't dare nose their way in that shamelessly. ]

Sure. That absolutely doesn't sound like the kind of thing you'd do.

[ He chuckles, nudging her side while finishing the rest of his coffee too. ]

[ If there's anyone she trusts not to feed the rumor mill, it's Jim. She's sure he'll just be happy to see his friend happy, at least. In any case, whatever the crew's been saying about them, it's not like any of it's wrong. She'd just rather avoid the curious looks in the mess hall.

She grins, waiting for him to finish his coffee before twisting to press a kiss to his lips. Maple and coffee with a hint of berries. ]

You'll like it.

[ He's got a feeling they're gonna get curious looks one way or the other, but he doesn't give much of a crap. Not enough of a crap to go out of his way to avoid her in public, anyway. He does want to spend time with her, rumor mill be damned. ]

Mm, I've got no doubt that I will...

[ He murmurs against her lips with a chuckle, stealing one last slow kiss before pulling away. ]

Okay, we should start thinkin' about getting up now.

[ It's her own fault, really. Bursting into the med bay all dramatically and demanding to see him. It was stupid, but given the chance, she'd do the same again to make sure he was okay after going missing for so long.

She hums on his lips, tugging him in for one last, deeper kiss before releasing her hold on him. ]

It's still early...

Yeah?

[ He can't help but laugh at that, pulling her closer and holding her in a loose embrace. He'd shake his head at how incorrigible she is, but a) he doesn't want to move his mouth away from hers, and b) he kind of likes it. A lot. ]

Guess we can still do some of that exercise routine of yours. Maybe a jog around the deck...

Mmhm.

[ She grins shamelessly up at him, arms sliding loosely around his shoulders as she pulls him in for another kiss. Yes, she's a bad influence, and yes she knows he's not complaining in the least.

Cocking her brow at his suggestion, she pushes herself up onto her knees, hands shifting to press his chest back so he's lying against the headboard. ]

If you feel like getting out of bed so soon, be my guess. [ Despite her words, she starts to trail her lips down his neck, over his collarbone, down his chest, dipping her head down to lick a trail down his stomach. ]

[ Before there's much of a mess, he manages to set his mug down on the tray, making sure it's well out of the way and not at risk of getting knocked over. Just in time too, because a moment later she's climbing on him again, being pressed back against the headboard of the bed with little resistance. ]

Got a feeling you might make it real hard for me to get out of bed right now.

[ Not that he minds it in the least, does he. He certainly doesn't look like he wants to go anywhere once she stats kissing down his torso, shifting a bit only to make himself more comfortable. ]

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[ Look at him, being responsible. She totally hadn't half-forgotten about the mess of plates and empty mugs behind her, though when he does shift it out of the way she plucks up the small container of remaining syrup, letting a few drops drip down his stomach before she sets it back on the bedside table. ]

Like I said. You're more than welcome to leave, if you want.

[ She flashes him a grin, settling herself to kneel between his legs before she dips her head down to lap up the syrup on his skin. ]

[ He actually lets out a gasp of genuine surprise when she grabs that syrup and pours a few drips onto him. Muscles tense and he shifts just slightly, if only to stop it from dripping much lower, letting out a surprised laugh. ]

Shit, Sara. Seriously?

[ But then her mouth is on his skin again, and far be it from him to complain about that. He purrs approvingly, wetting his lips and running his fingers through her hair encouragingly. ]

[ The syrup’s still warm and viscous, dripping slowly and easily down his stomach and leaving a very pointed trail down to his groin. The tip of his hips only just stops it from running down the crook of his thigh, and she dips her head in to catch that much with her tongue to stop it from making too much of a mess. Lifting her head to look up at him, she licks her lips and grins. ]

What? I’m just cleaning up.

[ She returns her attention to his stomach, kissing and licking up one of the drips that leads down to his groin again. ]

[ It's not too much syrup at least, but these things do tend to be very sticky very fast, unless she manages to be really thorough. That's... not a thought he minds at all, actually. ]

As you well should, since it was the mess you made.

[ He arches an eyebrow, letting out a soft little sigh, one of his legs folding so he can brush his foot against her thigh. ]

[ She is planning on being pretty thorough with him, though that doesn’t mean she’s not also planning on leaving plenty to be cleaned up afterwards.

Crawling back a little, she dips her head down to lap and lick softly at the rest of the syrup, tipping his cock up a bit so she can press soft kisses against his balls. ]

You like it when I make a mess.

[ He breathes deeply, then lets out a soft groan when she tilts his cock up, and he can feel her lips on his balls. Head falling back against the wall, he closes his eyes for a moment, legs shifting a little wider apart. ]

Christ, Sara...

[ Well, he certainly likes it when she makes a mess of him. ]

[ She smirks at the soft murmur he gives her, tongue lapping lightly at his balls before she takes one into her mouth, giving it a soft suck before moving on to the next one. ]

Mmm... [ She grins, tipping his cock up again so she can drag the flat of her tongue up the underside of his length, wrapping her lips around his head finally and giving him a long, slow suck. ]

[ Christ, she's going to drive him crazy if every night they spend together turns out like this. He groans again as she sucks on his balls, lips parted and breath a little short as he watches her lick her way up to the tip of his cock, absolutely mesmerized.

Fingers weave into her hair, curling slightly. Not a tug, not a grip, more like gentle coaxing, encouraging her to keep going when she sucks around the head. ]

[ It's probably best that they stock up on some sports drinks or something. She's fully planning on wearing him ragged in a way he'll more than enjoy, though she's hoping the walls are insulated enough that nobody on his hall will notice.

Because damn, does she like hearing him groan. Her gaze flits up to take in the look on his face, lips resting lightly against the head of his cock. Smiling on his skin, she swirling her tongue over that sensitive tip, slowly at first and then a little harder, lips wrapping around him to suck on him until she releases him with a faint pop of her lips. ]

[ He does very much like the sight of her like this, kneeling and leaning over with her lips on his cock. Hard not to look, and hard not to show the arousal clear in his dark gaze, but he doesn't bother trying to hide it anyway.

His fingers weave into her hair, slow and encouraging, nudging just gently each time she dips closer to suck and lick at his hardening length. He doesn't just want her to get him off, but for now this is a nice, slow build, though he is a little disappointed there's only so much touching he can do.

Nevertheless, he tries to slip his free hand down her torso, trying to reach around her to cup one of her breasts. ]

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