"I'm sure I haven't," McCoy said with a grin, following her down the street as she continued pulling him. "But I do look forward to it." Because, honestly, who wouldn't? You'd have to be blind not to be attracted to Faith. Or Spock. But Spock seemed to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. And, like he'd told Jim, it had been about five years.
He followed her back to her apartment, shaking his head at her offer of a drink. He'd already had a whiskey and a double. He didn't need more than that. "We're not children who need to dance around it," he said with a smirk, stepping up to her and kissing her. Damn, it had been too long.