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seren_ccdTitle: Determinism
Rating: ADULT, M, R, not for the kids!
Pairing: McCoy/Chapel
Summary: Written for this prompt at the ST_XI_Kink Meme. The prompt called for 'Established McCoy/Chapel. Bones meets Roger Korby, Chapel's former fiancee, and, of course, hates him.'
Needless to say, this devolved into pr0n. This is a standalone and not part of my other series. Unbetaed, so I apologize for any mistakes. As this is my second attempt ever at the sexytiems, please let me know what you think!
McCoy gritted his teeth as the shuttle pulled into the space dock. Christine Chapel next to him had the decency to not chuckle too much at his discomfort and simply took his hand in hers. To be honest, she wasn't really in the mood to tease. Neither of them was particularly looking forward to the seminars ahead of them.
The Enterprise had just entered into the Orlandian sector and all medical personnel had been invited to attend the annual Convention being held at the large space center. According to the communication Jim received, it would go a long way to placating some of the higher ups if his Chief Medical Officer and Head Nurse would kindly grace the convention with their presence. McCoy and Christine had looked at each other and then gave the Captain all of the reasons why they couldn't attend.
He'd listened patiently and then essentially patted them on their heads and told them to enjoy themselves and bring him back a souvenir.
"I'm going to get Jim a lifetime supply of hyposprays for a frickin' souvenir," McCoy said through his gritted teeth. Christine just increased the pressure on his hand.
They'd been 'together' for a few months. 'Together' consisting of a few drinks after work and eating at the same table in the mess hall. There had been some heated make-out sessions, but all strictly above the waist. Practically junior high really, but neither wanted to rush or ruin the very good professional relationship they already had. But both knew they were tired of the dancing around.
And if McCoy had been entertaining the idea of blowing off half of the seminars and rolling about on a big bed with his Head Nurse, well, who could really blame him?
They departed the shuttle and sent the pilot on his way back to the Enterprise. They both looked out at the shuttle returning to what they considered home and sighed.
"I have too much work to do," McCoy said.
"I know," Chapel said.
"Those reports aren't going to write themselves," he continued.
"Well, he's your friend, you could have told him to take his diplomacy and shove it," she told him as they entered the sleek convention plaza. The atrium gleamed with dangling crystals and obviously fake plants. "God, I hate these places. Heaven forbid they hold one on an actual planet."
"All part of the sterile ambience," McCoy said.
"Sterile is right," she said. "I'm checking in."
"Lead the way."
Check in was quick at one of the self-serve kiosks. They separated briefly to find their (separate) rooms and put their luggage away (one very big bed and a bath you could do laps in, McCoy noticed). They met back up in the lobby, McCoy snagged a digital program.
"Who do we see first?" McCoy said looking at the list of lectures.
"Does it really matter?" she asked.
"Christy? Christine?" a voice called out behind them. They turned to see a tall, elegant looking man with a slight touch of grey at his temples approach Christine with a contained smile on his face.
"Roger? Oh, my goodness," she said haltingly. "Hello."
Oh, thought McCoy. The ex. Swell. I'm going to kill Jim.
Korby spared McCoy a quick, slightly dismissive glance. Then he took the hand of a surprised and stiff Christine and leaned in and kissed her cheek, then wrapped his arms around her. She awkwardly hugged him back. McCoy felt a surge of possessiveness rise up in his esophagus (or was that bile?) and fought the urge to pull her away from the man. Christine would never forgive him if he went ballistic. She was a consummate professional and refused to be presented in any other light. McCoy ripping Korby's hands off of her would probably not be well received.
"What are you doing here?" she asked taking a step back out of the hug and closer to McCoy.
"I was asked to come and give a presentation on the progress of the expedition," he said. "I couldn't refuse the Chairman of the Board himself, could I? But, what are you doing here? I wouldn't have thought you'd need to attend such a function."
"Oh, we were asked as well," she said tightly. "As senior medical staff aboard the Enterprise. Roger, let me introduce you to our CMO, Dr. Leonard McCoy. Dr. McCoy this is Dr. Roger Korby."
"Dr. McCoy," Korby said extending a well-manicured hand. "I keep up with your little ship's reports. Like to know how my Christine is doing out there in the big universe. I saw the latest about the disaster you had to clean up in the Laurentian system. Hard to believe Christine's chosen to remain in the field as opposed to something more academic."
"Well, now, a steady pair of hands is always a good thing to have out in the black," McCoy said with a huge dose of his Georgia drawl and a rough pump of Korby's hand. He felt rather than saw Christine stiffen as she recognized his tone that usually meant take-me-for-an-idiot-at-your-own-peril. "And, I was under the impression she wasn't your Christine anymore."
"Yes, well," Korby said with a moue of distaste as his hand was released. "When you've shared so much with a person, it's hard to relinquish old feelings."
Korby gave McCoy the universal look that said 'I have slept with this woman and had my hands all over her.' It was a pretty weak facsimile of the look, but it was there nonetheless.
Yep, definitely bile rising up.
"Funny," Christine said flatly. "You relinquished the engagement pretty easily."
Korby turned to Christine with wide eyes. "Christy--"
"It's Christine or Lieutenant Chapel," she said. "And we've got a seminar to attend."
"Oh well, I'd love to catch up with you later," he said trying to make eye contact with her. "Honestly, there's a lot that needs to be said."
"I think I've said everything I could ever want to say to you," she said. "It was-- good to see you."
Christine turned and walked away briskly; McCoy shot the man a slight smirk and followed.
"Easy, tiger," he said into her ear once he caught up with her.
"Oh, shut up," she said. "I am going to kill Jim Kirk."
McCoy chuckled. "I know the feeling, but I think that's mutiny."
"Oh, I'm a nurse, I can make it look like an accident," she said. "Why the hell is he here? Something more academic! Damn him!"
McCoy looked over at her and noticed her overbright eyes. He stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Hey, hey, the guy's an obvious asshole. Is it that hard seeing him?"
"The last time I saw him, I was returning his ring," she said crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah, it's a little hard."
"Fine, we'll stay away from his lectures, all right?" he said.
She nodded. "Sounds good to me."
Staying away from Korby was easier said than done. The man was on nearly every panel. And it turned out that he was spearheading a new project into the construction of androids and the downloading of human brain waves. Every sentence was an indirect dig at human frailty. And worse, people were agreeing with him. Not a lot of people, but enough to piss McCoy off. Chapel looked worried.
"I have no idea what he's doing," she whispered at one point. "I never thought I'd see the day he sold out. Why isn't anyone disagreeing with him? This is sick, Leonard."
He glanced at her pale face and knew she was right. However, he also knew that he really didn't like this guy and while punching him wasn't the appropriate answer, maybe hitting where it'd really hurt was the best idea. He took a deep breath and waited for the question and answer session.
The moderator stood up and said, "Any questions for the panel?"
McCoy stood up and without a trace of drawl in his voice asked, "Isn't true that recent experiments conducted at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology resulted in the electronic brain continually trapping itself in an algorithmic state?"
"Those results were inconclusive," Korby replied with a tight smile.
"Really?" McCoy asked his tone even and precise. "Didn't the experiments also conclude that the previously much-ridiculed Penrose theory regarding the human brain actually existing in a quantum state was, in fact, true? And isn't it also true that the quantum state cannot be replicated?"
Christine sat frozen, listening to McCoy continue to debate with the panel. This wasn't Leonard, the man she was currently attempting a relationship with. This wasn't Bones, Jim Kirk's best friend. This wasn't even McCoy, the grumpy yet approachable CMO.
This was Doctor Leonard Horatio McCoy, and if she wasn't mistaken, he was currently channeling Spock because he was addressing each concern in a methodical way.
Roger's face was getting stonier by the minute.
Christine felt her throat tighten.
It was a logical argument.
It was patronizing.
It was condescending.
It was arousing as hell.
Her stomach clenched and she felt her nipples harden as he described the fundamentals of human consciousness. He described the triumph of the human spirit and how they had been examples for so many other cultures throughout the universe. He ran right along the edge of outright rudeness, but always managed to pull it back. He was shooting down each and every one of Roger's arguments and she had a sneaking suspicion it was all for her.
Which, again, was impossibly arousing.
And also making her a little mad.
Because, she really didn't want to be that woman who got off on 'her man' winning arguments, even if it was, in a roundabout way, in her honor. Or something.
She let her mind stir up a good righteous indignation.
Yeah, get angry, she thought. Focus on the anger and not the fact that you want to be fucked up against a wall. Nope, not you. You're angry. Pay attention and be angry.
"Honestly, gentlemen, I thought the days of a purely algorithmic consciousness were dead and gone...."
Oh, sweet Jesus. I am so screwed.
After a standing ovation for McCoy and a sour look from Roger, Christine made her way to stand just outside the entrance of the conference hall. God, she wished she smoked. Why didn't she smoke? Because, now would be the time for a cigarette. She heard the sound of McCoy's voice coming closer chatting with another scientist about, oh, about something, she didn't care. He came through the doors and came up behind her.
"Hey. Well, that was interesting," he said with a grin.
"That's a word for it," she bit out.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," she said as she turned to look at him. He looked puzzled and he was arching an eyebrow at her and frowning. She stared for a moment at his lips, and felt her breath catch. She spun around and walked away. "Nothing. It's fine."
"Wha-- Chapel!" he said rushing after her. "Where's the fire? What did I do?"
"What did you--?" she said. She shook her head briskly. "Nothing. Forget it."
"Chris- fine," he said before he grabbed her arm and pulled her into an anteroom off to the side of the main hall. He spun her into the middle of the room and hit the keypad to lock the door.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a high pitched tone she didn't quite recognize.
"I'm trying to figure out what's made you so spitting mad," he said with a frown. "Did you not want someone to point out the fact that it was all bullshit? Was I too hard on the poor brilliant doctor?"
"No! God, he got exactly what he deserved," she said her face flushing. "That's not it."
"Then what?!"
"You just... You were..." She really couldn't put it into words and looked at him helplessly. He stared back at her confused. Then his face went slack.
"Oh my god," he said quietly. He took a step forward. "You're not angry. You're aroused."
"Don't be ridiculous," she said ignoring the evidence to the contrary that was her aching center. "That's the crudest thing I've ever heard you say."
"I'm a crude man, sweetheart," he growled. His eyes narrowed and raked up and down her body cataloguing every tremble and shiver. "Not like Mr. Gentility back there. All lights off and on a pre-approved schedule, was it?"
"Shut up," she whispered feeling her stomach tighten. She bit her lip.
"Tell me Christine, what was it? Hmmm? The accuracy of my statements? Or, oh I know. It was the logic," he asked taking a step towards her. "Did my use of the word 'cogency' get you wet?"
"No," she said weakly.
"I don't believe you. What. Was. It?" he asked stepping so close she feel the heat of his body, but not quite touching her.
"It was you," she bit out. "Watching you eviscerate him, his theories. Watching you be right and honest and so goddamn blunt. It was all you. Seeing you tear him down. All you. No one else could have done it."
"Oh, honey. That's fucked up," he said breathing hard.
"Yeah," she said with a derisive laugh.
"I can deal with that," he said taking the final step that put him an inch away, his lips right there, so close.
"You smug son of a --" she grabbed his shirt and pulled her towards him and covered his mouth with her own. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him. The kiss deepened and became wicked and wild. She gasped into his mouth as they stumbled backwards. Her back hit the wall and his body pressed all along the length of her. He pulled away from her lips and trailed his mouth down her neck and deliberately sucked a spot on her clavicle that wouldn't quite be hidden by her uniform. She realized what he was doing and moaned. "You bastard."
"I sure am," he said against her skin. His hand moved down to find her heated flesh under her skirt. He trailed his fingertips over the top of her thigh and traced the edge of her damp underwear. "God damn, honey. The way you feel..."
"This is so fucked up," she said digging her nails into his side.
"Oh, yeah, darlin'. We're in the middle of a conference with our peers. Your ex is just outside that door somewhere," he said pulling back to look her in the eyes. "And do you know what I'm going to do to you, Christine? Do you?"
"No," she said raking her nails up the back of his uniform and into his hair. "Tell me."
"I'm going to get down on my knees and pull your pretty little panties off and taste you. Been wanting to taste you for months now. I'm going to make you come in my mouth," he said as he licked the shell of her ear. "What do you say to that?"
"Do it," she said leaning her head back offering her throat to his questing mouth. "Do it."
"Yes, ma'am," he said before plundering her mouth again. Then, true to his word, he got to his knees and ran his hands up her legs to find her panties and hooking a finger in each side, he dragged them slowly down. Christine just focused on keeping her breathing even as she watched him watch her. She lifted one foot, then the other to let him take the little scrap of blue off her completely. He spared them a quick glance and with a smirk, he pocketed them. He ran a hand back up her left leg, applied a little pressure to the back of her knee and hitched it over his shoulder leaving her vulnerable to his gaze.
She swallowed hard and sucked in a breath. He lifted the skirt of her uniform up a little and with the same smirk on his face, he traced her outer lips with his index finger before sliding it into her and dragging it up. Her head fell back to thud against the wall. She heard him chuckle darkly and then suddenly his mouth was right there against her.
Christine inhaled sharply as his tongue plunged into her. Over and over he stroked, his tongue doing things that felt impossible and possibly illegal. She rocked her hips shamelessly in time to his thrusts. She was already so close and then he discovered her clit. She gasped as he flicked it once, twice, a final third time and she was coming hard. She cried out brokenly and he sucked and licked up everything she had to give.
When the pulsing in her body slowed down, Christine gave a quick laugh of disbelief.
She looked down and saw his eyes all dark and amused and aroused. She watched him lick his lips still wet with her juices and grin. Christine grinned back broadly and with shaking hands pulled him up. She kissed him, tasting herself on him and sucking his lower lip between hers. Then she let her head fall forward onto his chest and laughed again. McCoy just held her for a minute.
He eventually cleared his throat and said, "Can I just say that it wasn't my intention on this trip to, ah--"
"Tongue me into oblivion?" she supplied pulling back to look him in the eyes.
"Something like that," he said with a rueful quirk of his lips.
"Don't worry, Doctor. I'll still respect you in the morning." She punctuated her statement with a lick and nip to his Adam's apple.
He groaned. "Just to let you know, they mixed up my reservations and gave me a king sized bed."
"Ooh," she said as she traced her tongue arund his ear and used her teeth to pull at the lobe. "Do you want to go chase me around under the covers?"
"Around, under, above," he said. "I want you in every position ever created."
"Well, we're highly educated people, I'm sure we can come up with some new ones," she said. She met his eyes. "You're not going to give my panties back, are you?"
"Nope. These are a souvenir to remind me of the best convention I've ever attended," McCoy said with a smirk before pecking her quickly on the mouth.
"Jerk," Christine said affectionately. "Well, take me up to that bed of yours, McCoy and ravish me senseless."
"Yes, ma'am."
And he did.
Rating: ADULT, M, R, not for the kids!
Pairing: McCoy/Chapel
Summary: Written for this prompt at the ST_XI_Kink Meme. The prompt called for 'Established McCoy/Chapel. Bones meets Roger Korby, Chapel's former fiancee, and, of course, hates him.'
Needless to say, this devolved into pr0n. This is a standalone and not part of my other series. Unbetaed, so I apologize for any mistakes. As this is my second attempt ever at the sexytiems, please let me know what you think!
McCoy gritted his teeth as the shuttle pulled into the space dock. Christine Chapel next to him had the decency to not chuckle too much at his discomfort and simply took his hand in hers. To be honest, she wasn't really in the mood to tease. Neither of them was particularly looking forward to the seminars ahead of them.
The Enterprise had just entered into the Orlandian sector and all medical personnel had been invited to attend the annual Convention being held at the large space center. According to the communication Jim received, it would go a long way to placating some of the higher ups if his Chief Medical Officer and Head Nurse would kindly grace the convention with their presence. McCoy and Christine had looked at each other and then gave the Captain all of the reasons why they couldn't attend.
He'd listened patiently and then essentially patted them on their heads and told them to enjoy themselves and bring him back a souvenir.
"I'm going to get Jim a lifetime supply of hyposprays for a frickin' souvenir," McCoy said through his gritted teeth. Christine just increased the pressure on his hand.
They'd been 'together' for a few months. 'Together' consisting of a few drinks after work and eating at the same table in the mess hall. There had been some heated make-out sessions, but all strictly above the waist. Practically junior high really, but neither wanted to rush or ruin the very good professional relationship they already had. But both knew they were tired of the dancing around.
And if McCoy had been entertaining the idea of blowing off half of the seminars and rolling about on a big bed with his Head Nurse, well, who could really blame him?
They departed the shuttle and sent the pilot on his way back to the Enterprise. They both looked out at the shuttle returning to what they considered home and sighed.
"I have too much work to do," McCoy said.
"I know," Chapel said.
"Those reports aren't going to write themselves," he continued.
"Well, he's your friend, you could have told him to take his diplomacy and shove it," she told him as they entered the sleek convention plaza. The atrium gleamed with dangling crystals and obviously fake plants. "God, I hate these places. Heaven forbid they hold one on an actual planet."
"All part of the sterile ambience," McCoy said.
"Sterile is right," she said. "I'm checking in."
"Lead the way."
Check in was quick at one of the self-serve kiosks. They separated briefly to find their (separate) rooms and put their luggage away (one very big bed and a bath you could do laps in, McCoy noticed). They met back up in the lobby, McCoy snagged a digital program.
"Who do we see first?" McCoy said looking at the list of lectures.
"Does it really matter?" she asked.
"Christy? Christine?" a voice called out behind them. They turned to see a tall, elegant looking man with a slight touch of grey at his temples approach Christine with a contained smile on his face.
"Roger? Oh, my goodness," she said haltingly. "Hello."
Oh, thought McCoy. The ex. Swell. I'm going to kill Jim.
Korby spared McCoy a quick, slightly dismissive glance. Then he took the hand of a surprised and stiff Christine and leaned in and kissed her cheek, then wrapped his arms around her. She awkwardly hugged him back. McCoy felt a surge of possessiveness rise up in his esophagus (or was that bile?) and fought the urge to pull her away from the man. Christine would never forgive him if he went ballistic. She was a consummate professional and refused to be presented in any other light. McCoy ripping Korby's hands off of her would probably not be well received.
"What are you doing here?" she asked taking a step back out of the hug and closer to McCoy.
"I was asked to come and give a presentation on the progress of the expedition," he said. "I couldn't refuse the Chairman of the Board himself, could I? But, what are you doing here? I wouldn't have thought you'd need to attend such a function."
"Oh, we were asked as well," she said tightly. "As senior medical staff aboard the Enterprise. Roger, let me introduce you to our CMO, Dr. Leonard McCoy. Dr. McCoy this is Dr. Roger Korby."
"Dr. McCoy," Korby said extending a well-manicured hand. "I keep up with your little ship's reports. Like to know how my Christine is doing out there in the big universe. I saw the latest about the disaster you had to clean up in the Laurentian system. Hard to believe Christine's chosen to remain in the field as opposed to something more academic."
"Well, now, a steady pair of hands is always a good thing to have out in the black," McCoy said with a huge dose of his Georgia drawl and a rough pump of Korby's hand. He felt rather than saw Christine stiffen as she recognized his tone that usually meant take-me-for-an-idiot-at-your-own-peril. "And, I was under the impression she wasn't your Christine anymore."
"Yes, well," Korby said with a moue of distaste as his hand was released. "When you've shared so much with a person, it's hard to relinquish old feelings."
Korby gave McCoy the universal look that said 'I have slept with this woman and had my hands all over her.' It was a pretty weak facsimile of the look, but it was there nonetheless.
Yep, definitely bile rising up.
"Funny," Christine said flatly. "You relinquished the engagement pretty easily."
Korby turned to Christine with wide eyes. "Christy--"
"It's Christine or Lieutenant Chapel," she said. "And we've got a seminar to attend."
"Oh well, I'd love to catch up with you later," he said trying to make eye contact with her. "Honestly, there's a lot that needs to be said."
"I think I've said everything I could ever want to say to you," she said. "It was-- good to see you."
Christine turned and walked away briskly; McCoy shot the man a slight smirk and followed.
"Easy, tiger," he said into her ear once he caught up with her.
"Oh, shut up," she said. "I am going to kill Jim Kirk."
McCoy chuckled. "I know the feeling, but I think that's mutiny."
"Oh, I'm a nurse, I can make it look like an accident," she said. "Why the hell is he here? Something more academic! Damn him!"
McCoy looked over at her and noticed her overbright eyes. He stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Hey, hey, the guy's an obvious asshole. Is it that hard seeing him?"
"The last time I saw him, I was returning his ring," she said crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah, it's a little hard."
"Fine, we'll stay away from his lectures, all right?" he said.
She nodded. "Sounds good to me."
Staying away from Korby was easier said than done. The man was on nearly every panel. And it turned out that he was spearheading a new project into the construction of androids and the downloading of human brain waves. Every sentence was an indirect dig at human frailty. And worse, people were agreeing with him. Not a lot of people, but enough to piss McCoy off. Chapel looked worried.
"I have no idea what he's doing," she whispered at one point. "I never thought I'd see the day he sold out. Why isn't anyone disagreeing with him? This is sick, Leonard."
He glanced at her pale face and knew she was right. However, he also knew that he really didn't like this guy and while punching him wasn't the appropriate answer, maybe hitting where it'd really hurt was the best idea. He took a deep breath and waited for the question and answer session.
The moderator stood up and said, "Any questions for the panel?"
McCoy stood up and without a trace of drawl in his voice asked, "Isn't true that recent experiments conducted at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology resulted in the electronic brain continually trapping itself in an algorithmic state?"
"Those results were inconclusive," Korby replied with a tight smile.
"Really?" McCoy asked his tone even and precise. "Didn't the experiments also conclude that the previously much-ridiculed Penrose theory regarding the human brain actually existing in a quantum state was, in fact, true? And isn't it also true that the quantum state cannot be replicated?"
Christine sat frozen, listening to McCoy continue to debate with the panel. This wasn't Leonard, the man she was currently attempting a relationship with. This wasn't Bones, Jim Kirk's best friend. This wasn't even McCoy, the grumpy yet approachable CMO.
This was Doctor Leonard Horatio McCoy, and if she wasn't mistaken, he was currently channeling Spock because he was addressing each concern in a methodical way.
Roger's face was getting stonier by the minute.
Christine felt her throat tighten.
It was a logical argument.
It was patronizing.
It was condescending.
It was arousing as hell.
Her stomach clenched and she felt her nipples harden as he described the fundamentals of human consciousness. He described the triumph of the human spirit and how they had been examples for so many other cultures throughout the universe. He ran right along the edge of outright rudeness, but always managed to pull it back. He was shooting down each and every one of Roger's arguments and she had a sneaking suspicion it was all for her.
Which, again, was impossibly arousing.
And also making her a little mad.
Because, she really didn't want to be that woman who got off on 'her man' winning arguments, even if it was, in a roundabout way, in her honor. Or something.
She let her mind stir up a good righteous indignation.
Yeah, get angry, she thought. Focus on the anger and not the fact that you want to be fucked up against a wall. Nope, not you. You're angry. Pay attention and be angry.
"Honestly, gentlemen, I thought the days of a purely algorithmic consciousness were dead and gone...."
Oh, sweet Jesus. I am so screwed.
After a standing ovation for McCoy and a sour look from Roger, Christine made her way to stand just outside the entrance of the conference hall. God, she wished she smoked. Why didn't she smoke? Because, now would be the time for a cigarette. She heard the sound of McCoy's voice coming closer chatting with another scientist about, oh, about something, she didn't care. He came through the doors and came up behind her.
"Hey. Well, that was interesting," he said with a grin.
"That's a word for it," she bit out.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," she said as she turned to look at him. He looked puzzled and he was arching an eyebrow at her and frowning. She stared for a moment at his lips, and felt her breath catch. She spun around and walked away. "Nothing. It's fine."
"Wha-- Chapel!" he said rushing after her. "Where's the fire? What did I do?"
"What did you--?" she said. She shook her head briskly. "Nothing. Forget it."
"Chris- fine," he said before he grabbed her arm and pulled her into an anteroom off to the side of the main hall. He spun her into the middle of the room and hit the keypad to lock the door.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a high pitched tone she didn't quite recognize.
"I'm trying to figure out what's made you so spitting mad," he said with a frown. "Did you not want someone to point out the fact that it was all bullshit? Was I too hard on the poor brilliant doctor?"
"No! God, he got exactly what he deserved," she said her face flushing. "That's not it."
"Then what?!"
"You just... You were..." She really couldn't put it into words and looked at him helplessly. He stared back at her confused. Then his face went slack.
"Oh my god," he said quietly. He took a step forward. "You're not angry. You're aroused."
"Don't be ridiculous," she said ignoring the evidence to the contrary that was her aching center. "That's the crudest thing I've ever heard you say."
"I'm a crude man, sweetheart," he growled. His eyes narrowed and raked up and down her body cataloguing every tremble and shiver. "Not like Mr. Gentility back there. All lights off and on a pre-approved schedule, was it?"
"Shut up," she whispered feeling her stomach tighten. She bit her lip.
"Tell me Christine, what was it? Hmmm? The accuracy of my statements? Or, oh I know. It was the logic," he asked taking a step towards her. "Did my use of the word 'cogency' get you wet?"
"No," she said weakly.
"I don't believe you. What. Was. It?" he asked stepping so close she feel the heat of his body, but not quite touching her.
"It was you," she bit out. "Watching you eviscerate him, his theories. Watching you be right and honest and so goddamn blunt. It was all you. Seeing you tear him down. All you. No one else could have done it."
"Oh, honey. That's fucked up," he said breathing hard.
"Yeah," she said with a derisive laugh.
"I can deal with that," he said taking the final step that put him an inch away, his lips right there, so close.
"You smug son of a --" she grabbed his shirt and pulled her towards him and covered his mouth with her own. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him. The kiss deepened and became wicked and wild. She gasped into his mouth as they stumbled backwards. Her back hit the wall and his body pressed all along the length of her. He pulled away from her lips and trailed his mouth down her neck and deliberately sucked a spot on her clavicle that wouldn't quite be hidden by her uniform. She realized what he was doing and moaned. "You bastard."
"I sure am," he said against her skin. His hand moved down to find her heated flesh under her skirt. He trailed his fingertips over the top of her thigh and traced the edge of her damp underwear. "God damn, honey. The way you feel..."
"This is so fucked up," she said digging her nails into his side.
"Oh, yeah, darlin'. We're in the middle of a conference with our peers. Your ex is just outside that door somewhere," he said pulling back to look her in the eyes. "And do you know what I'm going to do to you, Christine? Do you?"
"No," she said raking her nails up the back of his uniform and into his hair. "Tell me."
"I'm going to get down on my knees and pull your pretty little panties off and taste you. Been wanting to taste you for months now. I'm going to make you come in my mouth," he said as he licked the shell of her ear. "What do you say to that?"
"Do it," she said leaning her head back offering her throat to his questing mouth. "Do it."
"Yes, ma'am," he said before plundering her mouth again. Then, true to his word, he got to his knees and ran his hands up her legs to find her panties and hooking a finger in each side, he dragged them slowly down. Christine just focused on keeping her breathing even as she watched him watch her. She lifted one foot, then the other to let him take the little scrap of blue off her completely. He spared them a quick glance and with a smirk, he pocketed them. He ran a hand back up her left leg, applied a little pressure to the back of her knee and hitched it over his shoulder leaving her vulnerable to his gaze.
She swallowed hard and sucked in a breath. He lifted the skirt of her uniform up a little and with the same smirk on his face, he traced her outer lips with his index finger before sliding it into her and dragging it up. Her head fell back to thud against the wall. She heard him chuckle darkly and then suddenly his mouth was right there against her.
Christine inhaled sharply as his tongue plunged into her. Over and over he stroked, his tongue doing things that felt impossible and possibly illegal. She rocked her hips shamelessly in time to his thrusts. She was already so close and then he discovered her clit. She gasped as he flicked it once, twice, a final third time and she was coming hard. She cried out brokenly and he sucked and licked up everything she had to give.
When the pulsing in her body slowed down, Christine gave a quick laugh of disbelief.
She looked down and saw his eyes all dark and amused and aroused. She watched him lick his lips still wet with her juices and grin. Christine grinned back broadly and with shaking hands pulled him up. She kissed him, tasting herself on him and sucking his lower lip between hers. Then she let her head fall forward onto his chest and laughed again. McCoy just held her for a minute.
He eventually cleared his throat and said, "Can I just say that it wasn't my intention on this trip to, ah--"
"Tongue me into oblivion?" she supplied pulling back to look him in the eyes.
"Something like that," he said with a rueful quirk of his lips.
"Don't worry, Doctor. I'll still respect you in the morning." She punctuated her statement with a lick and nip to his Adam's apple.
He groaned. "Just to let you know, they mixed up my reservations and gave me a king sized bed."
"Ooh," she said as she traced her tongue arund his ear and used her teeth to pull at the lobe. "Do you want to go chase me around under the covers?"
"Around, under, above," he said. "I want you in every position ever created."
"Well, we're highly educated people, I'm sure we can come up with some new ones," she said. She met his eyes. "You're not going to give my panties back, are you?"
"Nope. These are a souvenir to remind me of the best convention I've ever attended," McCoy said with a smirk before pecking her quickly on the mouth.
"Jerk," Christine said affectionately. "Well, take me up to that bed of yours, McCoy and ravish me senseless."
"Yes, ma'am."
And he did.
