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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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[ 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. ]

[ The room is quiet but for the soft stutter of his breath and the wet sound of her mouth on his skin. That groan that leaves him echoes through her, goading her on, hungry for the sound of his voice.

And God, it feels good to feel him tremble. That involuntary shake that rocks through him when his cock fills her mouth completely, tip hitting that soft, tight tunnel at the back of her throat that makes his grip on her hair tighten.

Focusing all her attention on him, she squeezes the base of his cock where it doesn't quite make it past her lips, stifling the gag reflex in her throat as he thrusts himself in deep for just for a moment, her eyes watering briefly. Catching her breath, she pumps him up and down for a beat before her mouth is back on him, jaw dropping to take him back in, easing him towards the back of her throat again as her gaze lifts up to give him another pointed look that says again. ]

[ Christ, that's just too much. The way she swallows him down, even with the need for breath taking him in again, meeting his gaze in a challenge that invites him to do that again.

So he does, gripping her hair again, then arching his hips up, pushing his cock deep into her mouth. He feels that tight heat near the back of her mouth and pushes just that hint into it, crying out at how tight it feels around the head, reveling in the sensation for only a brief moment before he's pulling back again.

Remembering how long she needed to recover before, he more or less follows that pace, then repeats the motion, thrusting into her mouth again. His grip on her is firm but easy to pull away from. Close as he is, he focuses on those deeper thrusts, mixing them in with shallower ones in-between to give her time to breathe, but it's not going to take much longer like this, his breath already rapid, precome spilling from the tip of his cock, his hips stuttering and bucking far more eagerly as he approaches his climax. ]

[ He eases himself into it enough that she can get her bearings, anticipate his next thrust with enough breath to prepare, her throat closing tight around his tip with a faint wet choking sound. It doesn’t hurt so much as make it hard to breathe, and so long as she times it with an inhale through her nose, she can manage just fine. Well worth the shudders and the sharp cries that pour from his mouth as he starts to get close.

She can taste the precum that starts to leak from his tip, free hand moving from his thigh to massage his balls as she continues to work her mouth and fist on him eagerly. Feeling his hips start to shudder and shake, she sucks in a larger breath through her nose and dips her head in deep, throating as much of his cock as she can reach and squeezing his base to encourage his release. ]

[ That's about all it takes to push him over the edge. That last bob of her head, the heat and tightness of her throat as she swallows down the whole length of him, the tip well past that tight tunnel at the back of her mouth. He tenses up and shudders almost violently, and he cries out loudly when he comes, spilling hard and thick where he is, buried deep into her mouth.

His hand is tight on her hair, but the hold isn't firm, so she can move freely as she pleases. He's a little too far gone to know what to do anyway, mind a blissful blank, hips still arching eagerly in chase of that intense pleasure, spilling in thick spurts across her tongue and down her throat. ]

[ She can feel his entire body seize up with the force of his orgasm, feel the tremors and shudders rocking his body as it takes hold. She can taste him too, salty and thick in the back of her throat, choking briefly before she pulls away to catch her breath.

Her hand continues to stroke him, swallowing the mess down her throat before she dips her head down to lick and suckle at his head. Catching a bit more of his cum against her lips, she lets it drip down her chin and down his length and continues to stroke him through his release.

Her eyes are watering, tears down her cheeks and breath tight in her chest, hand slowing its rhythm as she watches him come down. ]

[ That was damn intense, and it's rendered him into a limp, panting mess on the bed, mind not entirely there as he struggles for each breath he takes, a hand resting over his own eyes.

When he lets that hand drop and opens his eyes again to look at her, the sight makes him groan all over again, body shuddering. He reaches down to stroke her cheeks and hair, one hand moving to her arm and trying to coax her to move up a little higher. ]

Damn, darling... made a mess of you, [ He murmurs, sounding genuinely apologetic. ] Sorry. Think I... got a little carried away.

[ She gives him a moment to recover, sitting up and letting one hand drag affectionately up and down his thigh. God, he looks good all spent and reeling - chest heaving, every muscle in his body relaxed, the mess of his release still glistening down his length, still sharp and salty on her tongue and her lips and down her chin.

She smiles fondly down at him a moment, using her free hand to wipe her cheeks dry as she feels her own breath start to even out. ]

Don’t apologize. [ She chuckles, voice a little hoarse from the effort. ] I like when you make a mess. [ She grins, licking her lips before she dips her head down to lap her tongue ever so lightly at the trail of cum dripping down the base of his cock. ]

[ Leonard lets out a low groan, head falling back a little, eyes closing and lips parted, panting for each breath while he feels her tongue on him again. Damn, she's gonna drive him crazy sooner rather than later, like this.

His fingers still blindly comb through her hair, a soft, warm chuckle leaving him. ]

Now I really wish we didn't have to go to work.

[ She chuckles lowly, easing off him at the sound of his groan, knowing just how sensitive he likely is after the force of his release. Licking her lips again, she climbs carefully up his body to crawl over him, pressing a few soft kisses up his neck. ]

Be kinda nice to spend all day in bed, huh? [ She murmurs against his neck, teeth dragging over his earlobe. ]

Mm, wouldn't that be lovely.

[ He's smiling as he agrees, opening his eyes so he can look at her, his hands running up and down her back, slow and warm. They're both too dedicated to their jobs to ditch their shifts, though, he's well aware. Tempting though it is to do so. ]

We'll have to do that some other time. When we get a day off together. How's that sound?

You're the doctor. Write us a note, get us out of class. [ She smiles down at him, the bright gold of her hair curtained down around his face as she leans in for a soft, sweet kiss. The taste of him still sharp on her lips, tongue lapping out against his.

He's right, though. They're both far too dedicated, or maybe just too controlling to allow someone else to cover for them. Either way, she presses her forehead to his, smiling down at him and nodding. ]

Mm. Sounds nice. [ She gives him another kiss, then sits up. ] C'mon. We gotta get you cleaned up.

[ Leonard smiles, languid and warm and genuinely happy. It's a very tempting suggestion, he'll admit. He very nearly agrees to it, regardless of how it would set many tongues wagging all over the ship.

He's almost a little disappointed when she finally pulls away. He sighs, deep and lazy, then he sits up after her, kissing her shoulder before he moves to climb out of bed. ]

Looks like you're needin' a bit of cleaning up too, darling.

[ He smiles crookedly, looking probably a little too pleased. ]

[ It looks good on him. Relaxed, smiling, content. She smiles at him a moment, leaning in for another kiss. When he starts to move, she rests a hand on his chest, murmuring against his lips. ]

Stay right there.
[ She climbs out of bed, padding barefoot to the bedroom to grab a few smaller towels and wetting two with warm water in the sink. Plucking the body wash from the shower, she returns to him, climbing into bed and crawling back between his legs to start cleaning him off. ]

[ He pauses, raises an eyebrow, yet still stays put when she presses a hand to his chest. He eases back onto the bed instead, watching her curiously as she disappears into the bedroom, a smile stretching his lips and a chuckle slipping past them when she comes back. ]

Damn. Gettin' the full treatment today, am I?

[ Not that he's about to complain. It feels awfully nice, having her take care of him like this. ]

[ A grin pulls at her lips at the look on his face when she returns to him, sitting back on her haunches and dabbing a bit of shower gel onto a wet towel. ]

Mm, well. Seems like I did kind of a number on you. Figured I'd give you a little more time to recover.

[ She chuckles, voice still a little raspy and low in her throat. The towel's still warm as she wipes down his stomach, trailing down to his hips and around his groin. ] Feeling good, Doc?

[ He murmurs something close to a thanks, getting comfortable on the bed. He's not much the type to need or expect this kind of care and attention, but he'd be lying if he said he's not enjoying it immensely.

He glances down at her with a lopsided little smile, eyebrow arched. ]

Very, as a matter of fact. It's been one hell of a good morning.

[ He’s always been the kind of man who takes care of others before he does himself. A CMO, through and through. But she can see the way it wears on him, see how much he enjoys being the one taken care of, for a change.

Plus, she does enjoy doing it. Grinning at his response, she finishes wiping him down with a clean cloth before using a small towel to wipe off her mouth and chin. ]

Yeah, it has. [ She crawls forward, craning her neck up to press a soft kiss to his lips. ]

I kind of like waking up with you, Doctor McCoy.

[ Well, to be fair he wouldn't enjoy being taken care of by just anyone. Sara's definitely one of the few, and right now he sure as hell is making the most of it.

He sits up a little to return the kiss, hand cupping her face, fingers weaving through her hair. ]

Yeah... right back at you, darlin'.

[ Alas, they do need to get up. So slowly, he shifts to move so he can climb out of bed and get dressed. ]

[ Her eyes sink closed a moment when he takes her face in his hands, a low hum on her lips at the feeling of his fingers in her hair.

Grinning contently when he pulls away, she climbs out of bed along with him, heading towards the replicator to get herself a fresh uniform. ]

Who are your neighbors down the hall, anyway? Just so I know who to avoid eye contact with today.

[ She's not entirely sure how soundproof the rooms are, but she's pretty sure they've made plenty of noise since last night. ]

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