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seren_ccdTitle: You Make Lovin' Fun
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Character/Pairing(s): McCoy/Chapel
Rating: ADULT, M, R, NC-17, NOT FOR KIDS
Word Count: 1488
Warnings: SEX, LANGUAGE
Disclaimer: Not mine! The title comes from ‘You make lovin' fun’ by Fleetwood Mac.
Summary: McCoy and Chapel go to fix up the house that has been left to her. AKA: They have sex on a porch.
A/N: This was written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mccoy_chapel Comment Fic Meme! Go forth and FIC! This is for Prompt Pic #23 and is quite possibly one of the porniest things I've ever written. Seriously, McCoy has a very dirty mouth. Thanks, McCoy/Chapel!
Christine had been saddened when her mother sent her the notification that her Great-Uncle Thaddeus has passed away. She had been surprised to hear that he had left her his house and surrounding land. According to the will, he had always believed that a person should have a proper home to come back to, no matter what. Therefore, the house was Christine’s.
When the Enterprise finally returned to Earth, over a year had passed since her uncle’s death and Christine was a little uncertain about seeing the house.
“It’s a house, Chapel,” McCoy said as they drove along the tree-lined roads towards the property. “Why are you so nervous?”
“It’s a house that has been lived in for well over eighty years by a man that had been known to keep everything ever given to him,” she said. “I’m a little afraid of the state it’s going to be in.”
Christine’s fears were well-grounded. The house itself was lovely: two stories with a wrap-around porch and hardwood floors. It had its own well, so water was pumped directly to the house. The water never got above lukewarm, but the novelty of it was still satisfying.
The inside on the other hand...
“Did the man ever throw anything away?” McCoy asked.
“Told you.”
Stacks of PADDs stretched to the ceiling along with boxes and crates of stuff.
“Regretting coming with me?” Christine asked as McCoy stared at the mess.
“Hmm, my choices had been stay in San Fran with Jim and watch him schmooze with the admiralty and spend my nights alone in a hotel room or come out to the middle of nowhere with my sexy head nurse and play house for a month,” he said. He slid his arms around her waist and looked down at her. “What do you think?”
“I think you’d better kiss me, McCoy,” she said.
He smirked and then did just that.
The week had taken on a lovely schedule of sorts. Once they’d cleared the master bedroom, it had been lazy morning sex, followed by breakfast, followed by working on the house and then lunch, more working on the house, then a quickie either in the bedroom, kitchen or living room, more working on the house, dinner and one more go in the bedroom before falling deep asleep.
One morning, McCoy had taken a look out the window and said that he was going to try to fix the fence posts leaning at odd angles near the edge of the property. Christine said she was going to attack the attic.
After spending most of the day battling dust bunnies the size of her hand and shoving trunks and boxes around, Christine called it a day. A quick look out the window showed McCoy still toiling away at the fence posts. He’d lost his shirt at one point and Christine enjoyed the play of his back muscles as they shifted and stretched under his skin. She felt a familiar heat under her own skin begin to build. She bit her lip and headed towards the shower.
Christine tilted her head back under the spray of lukewarm water as she attempted to wash off all the grime that had accumulated during the day. She smiled at the thought of McCoy and finished her shower quickly. Christine halfhazardly dried off, but left her hair wet. She pulled a black shirt dress on and leaving her feet bare, she headed to the kitchen. A look out the window showed McCoy putting his tools back in the tool box. Christine poured two glasses of iced tea and headed out the front door to the porch.
She sat down on the old glider and sipped at her iced tea. The cold liquid was a welcome reprieve to the humidity and hot sun. McCoy caught sight of her as he approached the house. A corner of his mouth turned up.
“One of those for me?” he asked.
“Of course,” Christine said.
He dropped the tools on the steps and walked up to take the glass she held in her outstretched hand. Christine watched as he raised the glass to his lips and drank. Sweat and dirt covered his torso and a bead of sweat ran down his throat as he drank the tea. When he lowered the glass, his lips were wet with the liquid.
Christine leaned back on the glider and pulled her left leg up to rest on the glider. McCoy looked at her and set the glass down.
“I’m filthy,” he warned.
“I like it,” she said.
McCoy took a few steps forward to tower over her and her head fell back to maintain eye contact. He put his hands on the back of the glider, her head in between them.. Then he leaned down and kissed her. She immediately swiped her tongue along the seam of his lips and he opened them for her. Her hand slid up his chest up to his neck, her body already starting to thrum with desire. His mouth left her lips and kissed down her neck; his hands smoothed down her sides, then up to cup her breasts. She’d left her bra on the floor of the bathroom, so his fingers found her nipples easily and they hardened as he pinched them. Christine moaned.
McCoy moved back up to kiss her mouth, their tongues sliding wetly against one another. He got to his knees and ran a hand up the leg she’d propped up on the glider. His hand went up her calf, to her thigh, to dance over her panties.
Christine bit his lower lip and then sucked it lightly. He made a sound like a growl and his hands roughly pulled at her underwear. She lifted her hips to help him pull them off. They landed somewhere on the porch floor and Christine laughed in pleasure. McCoy grinned back and then cupped her ass, moving her to the edge of her seat. The glider squeaked as it slid on its old runners.
Christine let her head fall back as McCoy pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her thighs. Then she moaned and moved her hips when his mouth descended on her already wet pussy. His tongue laved and licked, then would flick hard against her clit. Christine’s leg moved to rest on his sweat-slicked back and he growled into her flesh. The vibration stimulated her already peaking arousal and she let out a “Fuck, McCoy, yes!”
She looked down and saw his eyes fixed on her face even as he suckled at her clit. Christine brought her hands to thread through his hair and pressed his face against her. He flattened his tongue and dragged up her slit and his hands gripped her ass even tighter. Her hips rolled against his mouth and she bit her lip, not looking away.
Her foot, still balanced on McCoy’s back, suddenly slipped and his tongue was pressed hard against her clit as her hips surged forwards. Christine’s entire body arched as she came, crying out and tugging at McCoy’s hair. Still breathing hard and giggling slightly, she watched McCoy hurriedly unfasten his jeans and shuck them off. His face was determined as he scooped her up in his arms and pulled her off the glider. She made a little shriek of surprise when he sat down and putting her astride him. Still riding her orgasm, Christine just laughed as he worked to get her limp limbs to cooperate, but when he thrust up into her she moaned and her body tightened.
“So fucking wet, Chapel,” he said through gritted teeth. “I love being inside you after I’ve eaten out that pussy of yours.”
He rocked her hips for her and continued to thrust up at the same time. Christine’s hands scrambled for purchase on his sweaty shoulders and ended up grabbing onto the back of the glider. The motion of the glider helped them rock into each other and McCoy’s mouth attached to the spot just under her ear. He nipped and suckled and Christine whimpered and clenched her inner muscles around his cock.
McCoy groaned and thrust up harder into her saying, “Come on, honey, that’s it, come on.”
Christine ground down on him and came a second time, throwing her head back and gasping. McCoy came just a few seconds later cursing and squeezing her hips hard. Absently, Christine thought it would wonderful to see those bruises later.
They slumped onto the glider as it made its own exhausted sounding creak. Christine rested her hand over his heart, while McCoy rubbed her back slowly.
“I think I need another shower,” Christine said eventually.
“May I join you?” McCoy asked, his ragged voice next to her ear making her shiver.
“I believe the invitation was implied,” she told him shifting her hips and shuddering when his softening cock slipped against her still sensitive clit.
“Mmmm. Hey, have I told you yet that coming here was a great idea?” he asked looking down at her.
Christine smiled and kissed him.
Author:
seren_ccdCharacter/Pairing(s): McCoy/Chapel
Rating: ADULT, M, R, NC-17, NOT FOR KIDS
Word Count: 1488
Warnings: SEX, LANGUAGE
Disclaimer: Not mine! The title comes from ‘You make lovin' fun’ by Fleetwood Mac.
Summary: McCoy and Chapel go to fix up the house that has been left to her. AKA: They have sex on a porch.
A/N: This was written for the
mccoy_chapel Comment Fic Meme! Go forth and FIC! This is for Prompt Pic #23 and is quite possibly one of the porniest things I've ever written. Seriously, McCoy has a very dirty mouth. Thanks, McCoy/Chapel!Christine had been saddened when her mother sent her the notification that her Great-Uncle Thaddeus has passed away. She had been surprised to hear that he had left her his house and surrounding land. According to the will, he had always believed that a person should have a proper home to come back to, no matter what. Therefore, the house was Christine’s.
When the Enterprise finally returned to Earth, over a year had passed since her uncle’s death and Christine was a little uncertain about seeing the house.
“It’s a house, Chapel,” McCoy said as they drove along the tree-lined roads towards the property. “Why are you so nervous?”
“It’s a house that has been lived in for well over eighty years by a man that had been known to keep everything ever given to him,” she said. “I’m a little afraid of the state it’s going to be in.”
Christine’s fears were well-grounded. The house itself was lovely: two stories with a wrap-around porch and hardwood floors. It had its own well, so water was pumped directly to the house. The water never got above lukewarm, but the novelty of it was still satisfying.
The inside on the other hand...
“Did the man ever throw anything away?” McCoy asked.
“Told you.”
Stacks of PADDs stretched to the ceiling along with boxes and crates of stuff.
“Regretting coming with me?” Christine asked as McCoy stared at the mess.
“Hmm, my choices had been stay in San Fran with Jim and watch him schmooze with the admiralty and spend my nights alone in a hotel room or come out to the middle of nowhere with my sexy head nurse and play house for a month,” he said. He slid his arms around her waist and looked down at her. “What do you think?”
“I think you’d better kiss me, McCoy,” she said.
He smirked and then did just that.
The week had taken on a lovely schedule of sorts. Once they’d cleared the master bedroom, it had been lazy morning sex, followed by breakfast, followed by working on the house and then lunch, more working on the house, then a quickie either in the bedroom, kitchen or living room, more working on the house, dinner and one more go in the bedroom before falling deep asleep.
One morning, McCoy had taken a look out the window and said that he was going to try to fix the fence posts leaning at odd angles near the edge of the property. Christine said she was going to attack the attic.
After spending most of the day battling dust bunnies the size of her hand and shoving trunks and boxes around, Christine called it a day. A quick look out the window showed McCoy still toiling away at the fence posts. He’d lost his shirt at one point and Christine enjoyed the play of his back muscles as they shifted and stretched under his skin. She felt a familiar heat under her own skin begin to build. She bit her lip and headed towards the shower.
Christine tilted her head back under the spray of lukewarm water as she attempted to wash off all the grime that had accumulated during the day. She smiled at the thought of McCoy and finished her shower quickly. Christine halfhazardly dried off, but left her hair wet. She pulled a black shirt dress on and leaving her feet bare, she headed to the kitchen. A look out the window showed McCoy putting his tools back in the tool box. Christine poured two glasses of iced tea and headed out the front door to the porch.
She sat down on the old glider and sipped at her iced tea. The cold liquid was a welcome reprieve to the humidity and hot sun. McCoy caught sight of her as he approached the house. A corner of his mouth turned up.
“One of those for me?” he asked.
“Of course,” Christine said.
He dropped the tools on the steps and walked up to take the glass she held in her outstretched hand. Christine watched as he raised the glass to his lips and drank. Sweat and dirt covered his torso and a bead of sweat ran down his throat as he drank the tea. When he lowered the glass, his lips were wet with the liquid.
Christine leaned back on the glider and pulled her left leg up to rest on the glider. McCoy looked at her and set the glass down.
“I’m filthy,” he warned.
“I like it,” she said.
McCoy took a few steps forward to tower over her and her head fell back to maintain eye contact. He put his hands on the back of the glider, her head in between them.. Then he leaned down and kissed her. She immediately swiped her tongue along the seam of his lips and he opened them for her. Her hand slid up his chest up to his neck, her body already starting to thrum with desire. His mouth left her lips and kissed down her neck; his hands smoothed down her sides, then up to cup her breasts. She’d left her bra on the floor of the bathroom, so his fingers found her nipples easily and they hardened as he pinched them. Christine moaned.
McCoy moved back up to kiss her mouth, their tongues sliding wetly against one another. He got to his knees and ran a hand up the leg she’d propped up on the glider. His hand went up her calf, to her thigh, to dance over her panties.
Christine bit his lower lip and then sucked it lightly. He made a sound like a growl and his hands roughly pulled at her underwear. She lifted her hips to help him pull them off. They landed somewhere on the porch floor and Christine laughed in pleasure. McCoy grinned back and then cupped her ass, moving her to the edge of her seat. The glider squeaked as it slid on its old runners.
Christine let her head fall back as McCoy pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her thighs. Then she moaned and moved her hips when his mouth descended on her already wet pussy. His tongue laved and licked, then would flick hard against her clit. Christine’s leg moved to rest on his sweat-slicked back and he growled into her flesh. The vibration stimulated her already peaking arousal and she let out a “Fuck, McCoy, yes!”
She looked down and saw his eyes fixed on her face even as he suckled at her clit. Christine brought her hands to thread through his hair and pressed his face against her. He flattened his tongue and dragged up her slit and his hands gripped her ass even tighter. Her hips rolled against his mouth and she bit her lip, not looking away.
Her foot, still balanced on McCoy’s back, suddenly slipped and his tongue was pressed hard against her clit as her hips surged forwards. Christine’s entire body arched as she came, crying out and tugging at McCoy’s hair. Still breathing hard and giggling slightly, she watched McCoy hurriedly unfasten his jeans and shuck them off. His face was determined as he scooped her up in his arms and pulled her off the glider. She made a little shriek of surprise when he sat down and putting her astride him. Still riding her orgasm, Christine just laughed as he worked to get her limp limbs to cooperate, but when he thrust up into her she moaned and her body tightened.
“So fucking wet, Chapel,” he said through gritted teeth. “I love being inside you after I’ve eaten out that pussy of yours.”
He rocked her hips for her and continued to thrust up at the same time. Christine’s hands scrambled for purchase on his sweaty shoulders and ended up grabbing onto the back of the glider. The motion of the glider helped them rock into each other and McCoy’s mouth attached to the spot just under her ear. He nipped and suckled and Christine whimpered and clenched her inner muscles around his cock.
McCoy groaned and thrust up harder into her saying, “Come on, honey, that’s it, come on.”
Christine ground down on him and came a second time, throwing her head back and gasping. McCoy came just a few seconds later cursing and squeezing her hips hard. Absently, Christine thought it would wonderful to see those bruises later.
They slumped onto the glider as it made its own exhausted sounding creak. Christine rested her hand over his heart, while McCoy rubbed her back slowly.
“I think I need another shower,” Christine said eventually.
“May I join you?” McCoy asked, his ragged voice next to her ear making her shiver.
“I believe the invitation was implied,” she told him shifting her hips and shuddering when his softening cock slipped against her still sensitive clit.
“Mmmm. Hey, have I told you yet that coming here was a great idea?” he asked looking down at her.
Christine smiled and kissed him.
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Date: 2011-01-16 01:08 pm (UTC)“I like it,” she said.
And I like this! So, so dirty, young lady...well done!
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Date: 2011-01-16 07:34 pm (UTC);D
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Date: 2011-01-16 04:37 pm (UTC)I also giggled because the description of that house sans the hardwood floors could totally be my grandmothers in Ohio. hee
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Date: 2011-01-16 05:21 pm (UTC)I've always wanted a house with a wrap-around porch!
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Date: 2011-01-17 12:43 am (UTC)I thought this: “I’m filthy,” he warned.
“I like it,” she said.
was my favorite part till I read this:
McCoy groaned and thrust up harder into her saying, “Come on, honey, that’s it, come on.”
Guh! *melts* So freaking hot and so dirty and so wonderful. You did a hell of a job! It's fantastic!
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Date: 2011-01-19 09:02 pm (UTC)and yes, this song fits perfectly for them :D
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