dark_ages | 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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[ 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. ]

[ The question just gets a low chuckle from him, deep and immensely amused. ]

That would be our dear Captain James T. Kirk, and in the cabin opposite mine, Commander Spock.

[ This is the deck for the higher ranking officers' quarters after all, and of course the Chief Medical Officer would be placed as close to the Captain's and First Officer's quarters as possible. Then again, he suspects she knows that already. ]

[ She groans, eyes shutting tightly a moment before she pulls a red and black uniform dress from the replicator, turning back towards him. ]

I was really, really hoping I was wrong about that. [ She drags a hand over her face, slipping on the dress and following it with a fresh pair of underwear. ]

So. We both have one-on-ones with the two people who probably definitely heard us fucking last night. [ A wince. ] And this morning.

[ Leonard can't help laugh at that, fetching himself a clean blue uniform and putting on his pants first. ]

I'm pretty sure we're fine. These rooms are soundproof, I've never heard a sound from either Spock's or Jim's rooms.

[ And he knows from Academy experience that Jim can get loud, so. ]

Thank God. [ She laughs, pulling her hair up into a ponytail and checking herself in his mirror. There's still a little rogue eye makeup smudged on her face from the night before, which she wipes away before glancing back at him. ]

Probably means we'll have to stick to your room, though. My walls don't seem quite as forgiving. [ Also, his bed is way more comfortable. ]

I'll hardly complain. Pretty sure my bed's bigger than yours, too.

[ Which does come in handy, as does the fact that his quarters in general are just spacier than most of the rest of the crew quarters.

Putting on his shirt, he tugs it down neatly, fixing his hair up and standing upright. ]

Alright, think I'm ready to go. You?

Rub it in, why don'tcha. [ She quirks a smile, nodding and tiptoeing up to place a peck on his lips. ]

Mmhm. Have a good day, Doctor McCoy.

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