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seren_ccdTitle: Just Because
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Ship: Christine Chapel/Leonard McCoy
Beta: The brilliant![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: Adult, M, NC-17
Word Count: 1,500
Warning: sex and language
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
A/N: I haven’t written anything above PG-13 in ages and wanted to see if I could still pr0n. This happened. Um, sorry?
Summary: Christine and McCoy have sex one morning. That’s…pretty much it.
Christine was mostly asleep when McCoy slid beneath the covers.
“Mmm,” she said, her eyes still closed, but turning her head towards him. “You’re back. How’d it go?”
“Everyone’s still in one piece and Jim pulled off his amazing peacekeeper skills in the nick of time,” he said pressing a kiss to her temple and smoothing his hand over her hip and thigh, a touch that aimed towards comfort as opposed to sex.
“All routine then?” she said drowsily lifting her chin to catch his lips briefly with hers.
“All routine, sweetheart,” he said against her lips. “Go back to sleep.”
“M’kay,” she said snuggling into her pillow. “We’re not on ‘til second shift, so I fully expect sex when we wake up.”
“I think I can manage that,” he said through a yawn.
Christine fell back to sleep with a smile on her face and the warmth of him against her back.
She woke up to McCoy’s hand gently cupping her breast, his thumb just barely brushing over the nipple. She hmmed and shifted her backside next to his groin and grinned when he let out a breathy chuckle.
“Oh, did I wake you?” he asked, his voice low and deep with sleep.
“You did,” she said reaching her hand up to curl around his neck as she stretched to wake herself up, making sure she rubbed against as much of him as she could.
He sucked in a breath and dragged his lips along her throat, while his thumb rubbed her nipple with a bit more intent.
“As I recall,” he said next to her ear. “You requested sex when we both woke up.”
“I did, didn’t I?” she said scratching her nails gently on his neck. “Have at me then, doctor.”
McCoy chuckled and then sucked gently on her earlobe. Christine’s giggle turned into a moan when he scraped his teeth on the spot just below her ear.
“Someone’s scruffy,” she said as his stubble rubbed against the pale skin of her throat.
“I can fix that,” he said sweeping his hand across her stomach, over her silky nightdress.
“No way,” she said turning around so that she faced him and brought her hands up to frame his face. “I like it.”
“Darlin’,” he said before they kissed. Christine parted her lips instantly and the kiss bypassed sweet and slow and dived straight into heavy and deep with a hint of frantic. She dragged her foot along his calf, draping her thigh over his hip and shifted herself against his erection.
He grunted and swiftly rolled so that she was underneath him. His hands pushed her nightie up and off and it was still tangled in her hands when his mouth closed over her breast. Christine gasped and clumsily threw her nightie to the floor and her hands sank into his hair, holding his head steady on her breast. His stubble scraped against the softness of her skin and it sent tiny pinpricks of pleasure straight through her.
McCoy lifted his head and frowned. “I’m marking you all up, honey.” Christine looked at her breast and the tiny red marks and grinned.
“Lucky for me, I know how to handle a dermal regenerator,” she told him, her hands smoothing over his chest downwards to the top of his pyjamas, where she slipped one finger just under the waistline and dragged it across his lower stomach.
He grinned and rolled his hips against her. “I do love watching you wield that thing.”
“Then get back to what you were doing,” she said tugging at his pants, “and I’ll let you watch later.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said before winking and lowering his head back down to her breasts.
Somehow, Christine managed to get his pants and her underwear off while he went to town licking and suckling at her breasts. He then made his way down her stomach, alternating little licks and nips, until he was right over her.
Christine held her breath while he just looked at her, tiny tremors of anticipation shuddered through her. He raised his eyes to hers and gave her the tiniest of smirks before he lowered his head and scraped his stubble over her.
She was not too proud to admit that a sound resembling a shriek came out of her mouth.
The damn man just chuckled and went in for another pass, this time adding his tongue.
“Fuck,” she breathed out rolling her hips in rhythm with his tongue and feeling that wonderful sensation of her orgasm building inside of her.
She enjoyed the contrast of his sharp stubble against the softest parts of her and felt like she could come from that alone, but she wanted more.
“Up here,” she said her hands grabbing at his shoulders. “Up here now.”
“So bossy,” he said quickly rubbing at his mouth with the sheet. “I love it when you’re bossy. Give me an order, lieutenant.”
“How about fuck me?” she said rubbing her rather wet folds against his erection.
“That’ll do,” he said smiling widely before he kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth making sure she tasted herself on him.
It only took a sharp flex of his spine and then he was inside of her and Christine let out a sigh of pleasure at the feel of him. They’d been together for almost a year and the utter bliss that was McCoy seated deep inside of her hadn’t faded.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said against her lips.
“Yes,” Christine said. “Yes, yes.”
He started to thrust in and out, Christine rolling her hips on every thrust inside, and it wasn’t long before his breath started to deepen and the strain of holding back started to show on his face.
“On top,” he said between breaths. “I want to see you.”
Christine shoved at him with her hips and he fell to the side and on to his back, while she settled on top of him.
“Sit up, honey,” he said running his hands up her thighs to her waist and then up to her breasts.
“Oh, I see,” Christine said breathlessly as she started to shift her hips. “You want to be ridden, is that it, doctor?”
“Always,” he managed between gritted teeth as she bore down on him harshly, then eased off. “Damn, Christine.”
Christine grinned at him and then bent down to capture his mouth in a quick, dirty kiss.
She raised herself up just enough so that his mouth could seek out her breast and as his tongue flicked at her nipple, her orgasm burst through her taking her almost by surprise.
McCoy brought her mouth back down to his and she gave a sharp thrust of her hips as they kissed and that triggered his own release. He grunted into her mouth as his hips shuddered beneath her.
Christine slumped on top of him, giggling just a little with adrenaline and shivered when his hands rubbed along the length of her spine.
“Well,” he said. “Did I please the lady?”
“You know you did,” she said sliding off of him, making a tiny noise of displeasure as he slipped out of her. “No need to sound so smug.”
“Chris, you just came,” he said grimacing a little at the wet spot. “That’s always going to make me smug.”
“Primitive,” she said poking his side.
“Oh yeah,” he said grinning as he pulled her close. Christine smiled through their kiss.
After a few more minutes of cuddling, the wet spot on the bed started to annoy them both and they got up.
“You really do need a shave,” Christine said running the back of her hand over his cheek. He frowned and felt for himself.
“Yeah, I do,” he said. He gave her a look complete with raised eyebrow. “Feel up to an experiment?”
“What did you have in mind?” she asked, draping her arms around his neck, relishing the fact that they were both still naked and enjoying how he felt next to her.
“Well, you said you liked my stubble on you,” he said. “How about we see how you feel without it?”
“Hmm,” Christine said mock-thoughtfully. “You mean, let’s get you shaved so that you can then rub your clean-shaven face all over me again? Possibly inducing further orgasms?”
“All in the name of science, of course,” McCoy said, his hands slipping down to cup her bottom.
“Oh, of course.” Christine sighed. “Well, if we must.”
“Oh, I think we must,” McCoy said dipping his head to kiss her shoulder.
“The things I do for science,” Christine said with a grin.
~The End~
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Ship: Christine Chapel/Leonard McCoy
Beta: The brilliant
fringedwellerRating: Adult, M, NC-17
Word Count: 1,500
Warning: sex and language
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
A/N: I haven’t written anything above PG-13 in ages and wanted to see if I could still pr0n. This happened. Um, sorry?
Summary: Christine and McCoy have sex one morning. That’s…pretty much it.
Christine was mostly asleep when McCoy slid beneath the covers.
“Mmm,” she said, her eyes still closed, but turning her head towards him. “You’re back. How’d it go?”
“Everyone’s still in one piece and Jim pulled off his amazing peacekeeper skills in the nick of time,” he said pressing a kiss to her temple and smoothing his hand over her hip and thigh, a touch that aimed towards comfort as opposed to sex.
“All routine then?” she said drowsily lifting her chin to catch his lips briefly with hers.
“All routine, sweetheart,” he said against her lips. “Go back to sleep.”
“M’kay,” she said snuggling into her pillow. “We’re not on ‘til second shift, so I fully expect sex when we wake up.”
“I think I can manage that,” he said through a yawn.
Christine fell back to sleep with a smile on her face and the warmth of him against her back.
She woke up to McCoy’s hand gently cupping her breast, his thumb just barely brushing over the nipple. She hmmed and shifted her backside next to his groin and grinned when he let out a breathy chuckle.
“Oh, did I wake you?” he asked, his voice low and deep with sleep.
“You did,” she said reaching her hand up to curl around his neck as she stretched to wake herself up, making sure she rubbed against as much of him as she could.
He sucked in a breath and dragged his lips along her throat, while his thumb rubbed her nipple with a bit more intent.
“As I recall,” he said next to her ear. “You requested sex when we both woke up.”
“I did, didn’t I?” she said scratching her nails gently on his neck. “Have at me then, doctor.”
McCoy chuckled and then sucked gently on her earlobe. Christine’s giggle turned into a moan when he scraped his teeth on the spot just below her ear.
“Someone’s scruffy,” she said as his stubble rubbed against the pale skin of her throat.
“I can fix that,” he said sweeping his hand across her stomach, over her silky nightdress.
“No way,” she said turning around so that she faced him and brought her hands up to frame his face. “I like it.”
“Darlin’,” he said before they kissed. Christine parted her lips instantly and the kiss bypassed sweet and slow and dived straight into heavy and deep with a hint of frantic. She dragged her foot along his calf, draping her thigh over his hip and shifted herself against his erection.
He grunted and swiftly rolled so that she was underneath him. His hands pushed her nightie up and off and it was still tangled in her hands when his mouth closed over her breast. Christine gasped and clumsily threw her nightie to the floor and her hands sank into his hair, holding his head steady on her breast. His stubble scraped against the softness of her skin and it sent tiny pinpricks of pleasure straight through her.
McCoy lifted his head and frowned. “I’m marking you all up, honey.” Christine looked at her breast and the tiny red marks and grinned.
“Lucky for me, I know how to handle a dermal regenerator,” she told him, her hands smoothing over his chest downwards to the top of his pyjamas, where she slipped one finger just under the waistline and dragged it across his lower stomach.
He grinned and rolled his hips against her. “I do love watching you wield that thing.”
“Then get back to what you were doing,” she said tugging at his pants, “and I’ll let you watch later.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said before winking and lowering his head back down to her breasts.
Somehow, Christine managed to get his pants and her underwear off while he went to town licking and suckling at her breasts. He then made his way down her stomach, alternating little licks and nips, until he was right over her.
Christine held her breath while he just looked at her, tiny tremors of anticipation shuddered through her. He raised his eyes to hers and gave her the tiniest of smirks before he lowered his head and scraped his stubble over her.
She was not too proud to admit that a sound resembling a shriek came out of her mouth.
The damn man just chuckled and went in for another pass, this time adding his tongue.
“Fuck,” she breathed out rolling her hips in rhythm with his tongue and feeling that wonderful sensation of her orgasm building inside of her.
She enjoyed the contrast of his sharp stubble against the softest parts of her and felt like she could come from that alone, but she wanted more.
“Up here,” she said her hands grabbing at his shoulders. “Up here now.”
“So bossy,” he said quickly rubbing at his mouth with the sheet. “I love it when you’re bossy. Give me an order, lieutenant.”
“How about fuck me?” she said rubbing her rather wet folds against his erection.
“That’ll do,” he said smiling widely before he kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth making sure she tasted herself on him.
It only took a sharp flex of his spine and then he was inside of her and Christine let out a sigh of pleasure at the feel of him. They’d been together for almost a year and the utter bliss that was McCoy seated deep inside of her hadn’t faded.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said against her lips.
“Yes,” Christine said. “Yes, yes.”
He started to thrust in and out, Christine rolling her hips on every thrust inside, and it wasn’t long before his breath started to deepen and the strain of holding back started to show on his face.
“On top,” he said between breaths. “I want to see you.”
Christine shoved at him with her hips and he fell to the side and on to his back, while she settled on top of him.
“Sit up, honey,” he said running his hands up her thighs to her waist and then up to her breasts.
“Oh, I see,” Christine said breathlessly as she started to shift her hips. “You want to be ridden, is that it, doctor?”
“Always,” he managed between gritted teeth as she bore down on him harshly, then eased off. “Damn, Christine.”
Christine grinned at him and then bent down to capture his mouth in a quick, dirty kiss.
She raised herself up just enough so that his mouth could seek out her breast and as his tongue flicked at her nipple, her orgasm burst through her taking her almost by surprise.
McCoy brought her mouth back down to his and she gave a sharp thrust of her hips as they kissed and that triggered his own release. He grunted into her mouth as his hips shuddered beneath her.
Christine slumped on top of him, giggling just a little with adrenaline and shivered when his hands rubbed along the length of her spine.
“Well,” he said. “Did I please the lady?”
“You know you did,” she said sliding off of him, making a tiny noise of displeasure as he slipped out of her. “No need to sound so smug.”
“Chris, you just came,” he said grimacing a little at the wet spot. “That’s always going to make me smug.”
“Primitive,” she said poking his side.
“Oh yeah,” he said grinning as he pulled her close. Christine smiled through their kiss.
After a few more minutes of cuddling, the wet spot on the bed started to annoy them both and they got up.
“You really do need a shave,” Christine said running the back of her hand over his cheek. He frowned and felt for himself.
“Yeah, I do,” he said. He gave her a look complete with raised eyebrow. “Feel up to an experiment?”
“What did you have in mind?” she asked, draping her arms around his neck, relishing the fact that they were both still naked and enjoying how he felt next to her.
“Well, you said you liked my stubble on you,” he said. “How about we see how you feel without it?”
“Hmm,” Christine said mock-thoughtfully. “You mean, let’s get you shaved so that you can then rub your clean-shaven face all over me again? Possibly inducing further orgasms?”
“All in the name of science, of course,” McCoy said, his hands slipping down to cup her bottom.
“Oh, of course.” Christine sighed. “Well, if we must.”
“Oh, I think we must,” McCoy said dipping his head to kiss her shoulder.
“The things I do for science,” Christine said with a grin.
~The End~
