In his head he apologized as he picked her up and put her on top of his desk. This wasn't going to be romantic and gentle, this was going to be a good, hard fuck. A year. A year he had been tormenting himself with thoughts of her and now he was going to get it out.
But as usual she was on the same page as him, unbuttoning his pants while he slid his hands under her skirt to pull off her underwear, that goddamn red underwear that did this to him in the first place. And then he was in her.
No words. The most intelligent and articulate of people reduced to sighs, grunts and moans. Fast, hard, sweat, heat. A year was going into this. He was reaching the end, she had already come, he pulled her forward so her ass was almost hanging off the desk and he drove himself as hard and deep as he could. He watched her as she began to climax again. And being Christine she was right there with him as he came, moving, milking, making it last as long as possible for him.
When they were done, McCoy dropped to his knees, his head now resting on her belly. Her fingers absentmindedly played with his hair. Opening his eyes a flash of red on the floor caught his attention. Her underwear.
"Those fucking panties."
He felt and heard her belly laugh.
"Of course," she finally said. "I figured that's what would finally do the trick you stubborn ass."
McCoy jerked up and looked at her in awe and wonder. Why should he be surprised?
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Re: The Day Nurse Chapel Wore Red and Dr. McCoy Lost It (3)
Date: 2009-07-22 08:59 pm (UTC)But as usual she was on the same page as him, unbuttoning his pants while he slid his hands under her skirt to pull off her underwear, that goddamn red underwear that did this to him in the first place. And then he was in her.
No words. The most intelligent and articulate of people reduced to sighs, grunts and moans. Fast, hard, sweat, heat. A year was going into this. He was reaching the end, she had already come, he pulled her forward so her ass was almost hanging off the desk and he drove himself as hard and deep as he could. He watched her as she began to climax again. And being Christine she was right there with him as he came, moving, milking, making it last as long as possible for him.
When they were done, McCoy dropped to his knees, his head now resting on her belly. Her fingers absentmindedly played with his hair. Opening his eyes a flash of red on the floor caught his attention. Her underwear.
"Those fucking panties."
He felt and heard her belly laugh.
"Of course," she finally said. "I figured that's what would finally do the trick you stubborn ass."
McCoy jerked up and looked at her in awe and wonder. Why should he be surprised?
Christine Chapel knew. She always knew.