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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'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. ]

[ She does really enjoy that dark, hungry look in his eyes. The need there, the way his fingers stroke through her hair. She tips her head to drag her lips up and down the side of his length, tongue lapping out to lick at him as she keeps her eyes trained on his, enjoying the way he stiffens and swells at her teasing.

When he reaches out to tease at her breasts, she smiles on his skin and takes his hand in hers, resting it on his thigh. ]

Just relax. [ She murmurs, head dipping down to lick lightly at his balls again. She's not the type to always need the playing field to be even - especially when this is more than just some one night stand. She's happy to keep all the attention focused on him for a while. Let him enjoy himself completely without worrying about pleasing her for the moment.

Settling down so she's lying on her stomach between his legs, she keeps herself propped up on her elbows, hand wrapping around his girth to pump him up and down slowly as her tongue returns to flitting lightly over his head. She sucks on his tip again once, twice, gaze trained on him, enjoying the little reactions he gives her along the way. ]

I am relaxed. God...

[ And yeah, he means it, for once. He's felt pretty relaxed since last night, and the sex definitely helped. Still, he takes the hint and pulls away, his hand instead resting on his own thigh while the other stays where it is, woven into her hair.

He definitely doesn't mind all that attention focused on him, for the time being. Her mouth feels too damn good, and that talented tongue is quickly pulling soft pants and moans from him. He wets his lips, cock filling completely until he's rock hard against her lips, the pads of his fingers pressing and rubbing gently against the back of her head. ]

[ She just chuckles at his response, at the innate stubbornness he exudes. She likes that about him. She likes a lot of things about him, honestly, but especially those little ticks that make him so uniquely... him.

Her hand rests lightly over the hand on his thigh, free hand still stroking lightly up and down his length as her lips wrap around his tip again. She's living for every soft breath that escapes him, every low groan from deep in his throat. It goads her on, has her dropping her jaw to take more of him into his mouth, feeling how achingly hard he's getting at the tease of her lips.

She moans softly on his skin, gaze flitting up to meet his again as her head starts to bob on his cock, taking him further into her mouth inch by inch. ]

[ At least he's managed not to be too stubborn so far, and nowhere near as grumpy as usual. Their date going well definitely put him in a very good mood, and he's bound to be walking around all day with a smile plastered on his face at this rate.

But honestly, who wouldn't be happy with a wake up call like this? She's gorgeous as it is, and maybe he feels a little dirty for it, but God she looks lovely with her lips wrapped around his cock like that. All the better that she knows all too well what she's doing, and as she starts bobbing her head lower, he gasps a bit harder for breath, heels digging into the mattress and hips pressed down onto the bed to keep himself still. ]

[ They've yet to truly bicker, really. It's impressive, all things considered. She's definitely been privy to some epic Kirk-McCoy meltdowns in the briefing room or right there in the middle of the bridge, and she knows just how stubborn and bull-headed he can be when he wants. And truth be told, she's always kind of enjoyed that about him.

Still, she likes him even better when he's in a good mood - and considering this is a hell of a way to start the day, she's pretty sure she'll send him into his shift grinning from ear to ear, which will do next to nothing to help the rumor mill.

To hell with it. If it makes him happy, that's all she cares about. She's in too deep now, and she knows it. Invested in him. In the way he looks at her.

Especially that look he gets when she meets his gaze, the swell of his cock throbbing between her lips. The corner of her lip twitches upwards as she continues to bob her head up and down on him, tongue making a soft, wet suckling sound on his skin. She can feel him tense, struggle to keep himself in check, and she pulls away to press a kiss to his head again, hand on his thigh reaching up to squeeze at his hipbone. ]

Relax. [ She chuckles softly, tongue tracing the underside of his cock. ] You can move if you want. [ She can take it - she wants to take it, wants him to let go and fuck at her mouth a bit if that's what he wants. ]

[ He lets out a groan, head tipping back when she pulls away, but he doesn't protest. Her words nearly make him laugh. >If he wants to move— of course he wants to move. She knows just what she's doing with her mouth and her hands and every little bit of attention makes him want to buck his hips up and thrust past those tight, lovely lips, but he hasn't done so because he doesn't want to assume— doesn't want to catch her by surprise, doesn't want to hurt her.

But when she tells him he can move, he does ease up a little. His legs relax just so, and his fingers comb a little more gently through her hair, his other hand cupping and petting her cheek. ]

Just... tell me if you want me to stop.

[ Well, he figures that's always a given, but it doesn't hurt to say it again, especially in a situation like this. Once her mouth is back on him, he shifts slightly so he can have some more leverage, then he lifts his hips up, slow and careful at first, testing as he pushes his cock into her mouth at the same time she bobs her head down just so. ]

Hah, shit...

[ There's something about the desperation, the raw desire in that groan that sends a shudder down her spine, something aching in her to give him more - to give him anything he wants so she can hear it again.

She can feel the tension in his hips ease up a bit when she tells him to relax the second time, feel the anticipation and the eagerness in his muscles when she tells him he can move. Head leaning into the touch of his hand, eyes fluttering shut a moment at the cup of his cheek, she smiles against his skin again, nodding.

She has a feeling it'd take a hell of a lot for her to ask him to stop. Truth be told, she enjoys a little roughness, and God knows her threshold for pain is a hell of a lot higher than most. Straightening a bit, she drops her jaw to take him into her mouth again, free hand stroking encouragingly up and down his thigh as his hips start to move.

He's hesitant at first, but she doesn't flinch - just licks her tongue welcomingly along his length as he start to push his hips up, humming lowly on his skin and using a fist tightening around his base to stroke him as her head continues its rhythm. ]

[ It should take a lot, and hopefully they wouldn't get to that. He can imagine she can handle plenty, and he knows himself well enough to know there's only so far that he'd push. Still, at first he's hesitant anyway, and it takes him a few thrusts to know how well she's handling it before he dares push a little deeper.

He's not going to thrust all the way in himself, though. Tempting though it is to slide his cock past her lips until he can feel the back of her throat, he holds himself back from doing so, not unless she bobs her head that low. ]

[ She's not necessarily the type to look to push limits when it comes to the bedroom, and it doesn't seem like he is either. Still, she does enjoy it when he loosens his control a little.

She drops her jaw a bit more now, hand stroking eagerly up and down his length as she lets him thrust into her mouth for a moment. Carefully, she cranes her neck to angle herself better so his thrusts edge further into her mouth, breathing carefully. When he continues to hold back, though, she flits her gaze up to shoot him a daring glance, dipping her head down further so the head of his cock starts to nudge toward the back of her throat. ]

[ His breath feels trapped in his throat for a while there, while his gaze is fixed on her, unable to steer away. Building up to something, the anticipation palpable as she takes a little more of him each time, a strained groan leaving him when she lifts her gaze up to meet his in a pointed stare.

And then she's lowering herself until the head of his cock touches just barely the back of her throat. He trembles from head to toe at that first nudge of sensation, fingers tighter in her hair. ]

Oh, fuck...

[ He's only so strong, and at that clear invitation, he can't help himself. With the leverage he has, he manages to roll his hips up again, this time pointedly pushing himself in all the way, a deep but quick thrust that only lets him feel that tightness near the back of her mouth before he's pulling back again, to let her have the time to adjust to it.

But fuck, if she lets him do that a couple more times, he's definitely going to lose it and come hard and fast. ]

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