lawful_lizzie (lawful_lizzie) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-24 23:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elizabeth weir, leonard mccoy |
Who: Elizabeth Weir and Leonard McCoy
When: The morning after their first night together
Where: McCoy’s Condo
What: Breakfast and more
Rating/Warning: High/No Triggers
Status: Complete
It was the morning after. McCoy let Elizabeth stay asleep in his bed, and climbed up early in the morning to head into the kitchen and start on breakfast. He was cooking bacon, eggs, and hash browns, and the coffee was brewing. Let it never be said that McCoy wasn’t a gentleman. He always fed a lady a home-cooked breakfast the morning after.
Elizabeth awoke to the smell of coffee permeating the bedroom and turned to reach for Leonard in the bed. When she didn’t find him next to her, she rubbed her eyes and cast a sleepy glance around the room. As her brain caught up to her being awake, she stretched languidly between the sheets, grinning like a loon as she did. Pushing back the covers, she slowly got out of bed, searching the area for some clothes and the first thing she came across was Leonard's shirt. Smiling, she reached for it and slid it on, doing a few buttons up then pulling the collar to her nose to take in his lingering scent. She sighed happily, stood and made her way out of the room, putting her underwear on as she made her way through the house to the kitchen, shirt falling to mid thigh and sleeves enveloping her hands.
She smiled as she saw him at the stove with his back to her and after pausing briefly against the counter, she padded up behind him and slid her arms around his middle, pressing a lingering kiss against the skin just behind his ear then trailing kisses down his neck as her hands caressed him. "Mornin'" she murmured with a smile against his skin, nipping at his neck then soothing it with her tongue.
“Morning,” McCoy repeated, finding himself leaning back a little against her in his arms. One of his hands came to rub over hers around his middle. He was clad only in a pair of boxers, which may have been a bit dangerous as he’d cooked the bacon that way. Spitting bacon grease wasn’t nice to bare skin. But he’d survived, and he hadn’t been hit. “You sleep okay?” He asked. She could see the food he was almost finished preparing, smell the coffee. “You hungry?” He added, turning to grin at her over his shoulder.
“Mmm...I slept very well thank you,” Elizabeth grinned at him, feeling a blush warm her cheeks. “I’m always hungry,” she teased as he turned his head to her. She slid her hand behind his head and kissed him deeply, half turning him from the stove and hoping the awkward position would make him turn to her completely. She dragged her fingers through his hair as she kissed him and moaned into his mouth, lips searching for more touch and taste of him.
McCoy gave up on the stove once she kissed him in earnest. He turned to face her fully, wrapping his arms down and around her, parting his lips and letting her taste him, and tasting her in return. After a moment, though, he pulled back just enough to mumble against her lips. “You look better in my shirt than I do.”
"Mmm, thank you," Elizabeth mumbled in return, wrapping her arms around his neck and finding it hard to keep the grin off her face. "But I think I should stick around and try a few more," she winked, pulling him closer again and drawing him into a deep kiss. She couldn't get enough of him! Wanted him again damnit!
McCoy chuckled, then kissed her again, following her lead. He loved how much she wanted him. But after a moment he pulled back. “...I don’t want to burn breakfast.” He moved with her to the table and ushered her into a seat. “Just a minute.” Then he moved quickly through the kitchen, dishing up eggs, the whole deal, pouring coffee, and brought her some good, hearty food a moment later.
Elizabeth pouted and moaned in complaint as he ushered her to a seat and broke their contact. She sipped the coffee he placed in front of her, "Oh yeah, that's good." She smiled at him as he settled in the seat next to her, crossing her legs in his direction and leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you."
McCoy chuckled, grabbed his own plate, and moved to sit down next to her at the table. “You need your strength.” He said. “Trust me, I’m a doctor.” Then started in on his own food. He may or may not have brushed his foot against hers under the table several times during the meal, a silly attempt at playing footsie with the woman who’d occupied his bed last night.
“I have a meeting this morning, and Joanna’s coming home. I don’t have a whole lot of time. I thought we could take a quick shower and get dressed after breakfast.”
"So you want me gone, is that it?" she teased, running her foot up his calf as he played footsie with her. She started on her food, "Well if that's all I get, can we at least shower together? Yknow, to conserve water," she winked after speaking dramatically.
“Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” McCoy responded, giving her a wink. “I hope you don’t think I’m trying to throw you out,” he responded, running his foot along hers under the table. The breakfast was good, and filling. Just what he needed to recharge his batteries. “Perhaps next time we’ll have more time together.”
“I hope so!” Elizabeth perked up. “We didn’t get to round two!” she grinned, she took a bite out of her toast. “I know that you’re busy and you have Joanna, but when school starts up again it’s going to get even harder to get some time alone. There’s talk in the department that the department head is on his way out and they may ask me to take over,” she explained. “You have to know that I can’t turn down that kind of opportunity if it comes my way, but I want to be sure that we can still be together regardless,” she sighed, taking his hand in hers, gently rubbing her foot against his. “I guess what I’m asking is...what are we? To each other, I mean,” she asked, bracing herself for a worst case scenario. Especially after last night, she had a feeling it would all but break her if he wanted to stop whatever this was.
“Well, Jim seems to think you’re my girlfriend,” McCoy smirked a little, teasing. “Not sure how he got that idea. But if I know one thing about Jim it’s that he’s never wrong. Okay, almost never wrong. Well, he likes to think that he’s not wrong.” He reached forward to take hold of her hand. “...things are... difficult. I’ve got baggage. All kinds of it. And I wouldn’t trade some of it for the world. I just want you to know that. Joanna will always come first.”
“I know, and I’m not asking for that to ever change,” Elizabeth smiled, rubbing her thumb along the back of his. “I just...,” she quirked a smile as a thought occurred to her. “I guess I’d just like to know if Jim’s right,” she grinned, stretching her fingers out under his hand and linking their fingers together as she looked down at the fingers laced together.
McCoy nodded, turning his hand a little and letting his warm fingers lace through hers. “I think he’s right. If you want him to be.” It would be very weird to have a girlfriend. But that’s what she was, wasn’t it? Now he was going to have to introduce her to Joanna. Especially if they were going to start getting... serious. Whatever that meant.
Elizabeth grinned, he was cute when he was trying to say something without obliquely saying it. She bit her lip and looked up from under her eyelashes as she slinkily got up out of her chair and moved to slowly straddle him on his, keeping their hands linked together, sliding her free hand behind his neck. “Oh,” she spoke in a low tone of voice as she settled slowly into his lap, making sure he knew her intentions as she slowly moved her hips against him. “I very, very much want,” she smiled, hoping he caught her double-entendré.
McCoy chuckled softly, then released her hand and wrapped his own arms up and around her body as she settled down on his lap. “Good. Then I intend to give you exactly what you want.” He said, before leaning in and kissing her deeply.
She let him kiss her, revelling in his taste as he did. Her free hand swept along his bare shoulder to his throat as her hips slowly moved against him. The hand in his hair tightened, fingernails scraping slightly against his scalp as she lost herself in his kiss, bringing herself as close to him as she possibly could.
“Keep kissing me like this,” McCoy whispered against her mouth, his hands moving to massage her backside a little, “and we won’t make it to the shower.” Those hands started to wander. Up her sides, inside his shirt, and over her breasts, then back around to her spine to pull her closer against him. The kiss resumed, far more hungry than before.
Elizabeth groaned against his mouth as he continued kissing her and pulled her closer. “Mmm...don’t care...” she managed between kisses. “Want you...all to myself...as long as I can...have you,” she rocked her hips more against him, feeling him start to respond and raked the nails of her left hand down his chest to his nipple, brushing her thumb across it as they kissed.
Oh, he responded, of course. How could he not? She was in his shirt, wanting him, loving him, giving him that sort of attention. McCoy gave a little groan as he kissed her, springing to full attention for her movements. His hands wandered down her back to her backside, drawing her in even closer to him. “...You can have me.” He moaned, breaking his lips from hers to kiss down her neck.
"Yes," she moaned as he pulled her close enough to feel his erection, holding his head to her neck as his lips wandered down to her breasts. She scraped her fingers through his hair, rocking her hips faster with the little leverage she had from the floor. Her toes just managed enough purchase, but she wanted more of him and her head fell forward to bury her nose in his neck and take in his scent, her left hand's nails running lightly over his naked back.
He wanted her then and there. Just like that. He wanted her so badly, it felt like he could taste it. His arms tightened, his hands wandering with more hunger, with more desire. Both hands came around to start fiddling with the buttons of the shirt, then he gave up on that and pushed it up and out of the way so he could bring his mouth to her bare breasts.
She helped him push the shirt up and over her head, her hands landing on his shoulders as he kissed her breasts. She ran her hands up his neck and into his hair as he worked, throwing her head back with a breathy cry and arching her back to press herself more against him.
His mouth latched onto one breast, flicking his tongue against her nipple and suckling on it hungrily while his fingertips squeezed and massaged the other. Then he swapped. “You are.” He spoke between kisses, his breathing coming labored, his head fuzzy. “So beautiful.” His free hand moved down between her legs to massage her there, fingertips exploring gently, trying to give her pleasure.
Elizabeth brought his mouth up to hers and kissed him deeply, tongue tangling with his as his fingers touched her so intimately. She rocked against his hand, shuddering as his ministrations sent her pleasure spiralling higher and higher. “Leonard,” she panted against his mouth, holding him close. “Leonard!” she cried, her voice rising as she squeezed my eyes shut against the oncoming wave of pleasure.
He kissed her hungrily, fingers moving against her, dipping inside, swirling around her clit. He found her g-spot (this wasn’t the best position for it, but he made do) and thrust against it, harder, using his hand when he wished he could use another part of his body. “Come for me. Come hard.” He whispered, breaking into a little grin and dipping his head down to kiss her neck, her shoulder.
Hearing his words and feeling him stimulating her so enthusiastically, her voice rose and rose as she cried out, finally coming, in what more resembled a squeak than anything else. She ground down on his hand as his mouth moved over her skin while she came down from her high. Her head pitched forward and she kissed and nibbled her way along his shoulder until she caught his earlobe in her lips and flicked it with her tongue. “Oh god, Leonard, I want you so much,” she forced out those words so that she wouldn’t say what she really wanted to say, fearing that what she could say in the heat of the moment right now might scare him away.
“I’m here.” He moaned softly, his hand slowing against her, drawing out her pleasure. He was near painfully hard now, and it was almost a miracle that he hadn’t come with her, simply for the stimulation of having her body shuddering against his so. “It’s all right.” He was breathing hard now, and withdrew his hand from between them to wrap both arms around her.
A laugh shuddered from her body and she licked her lips as she caught her breath and pulled back to look at him, thumbs caressing behind his ears. “I should stop you doing that...but you’re just too damn good at it,” she told him quietly with a grin. She leaned down and kissed him, slowly, but deeply, pouring as much emotion as she could into the kiss. Sighing when she broke it, she stood just long enough to take her underwear off then resettled in his lap and kissed him thoroughly, hands framing his face.
McCoy chuckled. “No. I’ll never stop.” He returned her kisses, groaning a bit. She pulled away and he almost whimpered, but when she came back she was completely naked, climbing up into his lap and kissing him soundly again. It made his brain turn off completely, made him shudder and want in ways he hadn’t felt in ages. His hands moved down to her backside, to take hold of her body and pull her against him roughly. He was poking through the hole in his boxers, desperate for her, but letting her guide their movements.
She ran her hands down his firm chest as they kissed and down to stoke his hardness, eyebrows raising at how ready he already was. She pulled away, hovering her face just over his until he was looking at her, then lowered herself onto his erection with a groan as he filled her. She took a second to relax above him, despite their session last night it had still been a while since she'd been with someone regularly but he felt heavenly as he filled her. Taking a shuddering breath, she kissed him again and slowly circled her hips on him.
He was more than willing to let her take her time. Let her take control. The way she moved against him was just... completely heaven. She was hot and tight and wet from her climax, and he was savoring every inch of her body that he could feel. His hands moved down to her hips to help guide her against him, and he kissed her hungrily, forcefully, having lost all rational thought now to the sex.
Elizabeth focussed on the kiss, loving the play between their tongues as she moved her lower body slowly and purposefully. She found a regular rhythm, held it for a minute, then snapped her hips into his to feel, hear his reaction. After a little while, she got some purchase with her feet and lifted up until he was almost about to fall from her body before swiftly lowering herself down on him with a cry. She didn’t want this to end, never wanted to be anywhere else but with him.
It was bound to end. She was making it impossible for it not to. He was going to finish, she was driving him to it. His toes curled, his hands gripped her hips tighter, helping keep her stable above him, grinding him down against her. His hips tipped up as best they could, trying to meet her thrusts, match her grinds with his own. “Oh, Liz,” he moaned, unable to form the whole of her name right now. His hand slipped between them again so he could stimulate her. He was about to finish, and was praying she’d come with him.
Elizabeth lost all sense of finesse or technique when he started to rub her clit, panting helplessly against his mouth as he wound her higher and higher. Until suddenly it was too much and she had to rip his hand away from her, lacing her fingers through his as she started to climax above him. "Oh! God! Leonard! Yes!" she cried to the ceiling, her body going taut in his grasp and throwing her head back. The hand she was holding was like a lifeline for her and she squeezed it to keep her grounded as her mind shattered like glass while the other dug into his shoulder, trimmed nails leaving red marks in their wake.
McCoy gave a little grunt when she tugged his hand away, and then groaned as she climaxed around him. He couldn’t help his release, exploding deep within her and all through his body. The muscles in his legs went rigid, his whole body taut with release. His hand still remaining on her hip moved her against him, drawing out the last of the pleasure from both of them.
She collapsed above him, fingers clutching him to her. She stroked through his hair as her hips moved slowly against his, pressing kisses to his ear. She made little whimpering noises as they calmed and they slowed to a stop. She shuddered above him and she kissed him thoughtfully, stemming her own vocabulary again.
McCoy’s arms wrapped up and around her, holding her close and tight against him. He nuzzled into her neck, pressing soft and warm kisses there, then pulled up and gave her a long and meaningful kiss on her mouth.
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed slowly. After some time, she rested her forehead against his, eyes running over his face and the fingers of her right hand tracing along the line of his jaw. "I wish we could stay right here, like this..." forever she admitted to him quietly.
He was breathing hard as he held her, feeling his body relax and slowly come down. He wasn’t sure how to respond to that, really. He knew they couldn’t stay like this forever, as much as it felt good and he sort of wished that they could. His hands stroked up and down her back, holding her closely against him.
Wrapping herself around him, Elizabeth ran one hand through his hair and the other over his back as their breathing settled down. After a minute, she pulled back and kissed him gently, longingly, flicking her tongue over his lower lip.
McCoy returned her kiss, then pulled his head back. “We really should take that shower now. Now you’ve exhausted me again.” He said, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Oh," she pouted. "But I'm so comfortable," she teased in a sultry voice, clenching her internal muscles around his softening erection inside of her and giving a slow circle with her hips as she grinned at him, watching his reaction.
That brought out a chuckle in him, a little laugh, and his arms wrapped down and around her, pulling her tighter against him. “You’re going to make me late to work.”
"Hmm...let's hope so," she kissed him, still gently rocking her hips against him. "Worse things have happened in the history of the world," Elizabeth smiled and kissed him, long and drugging in it's intensity. "You could always call in sick? Spend the day with me and then Joanna," she suggested hopefully, shyly, not able to meet his eyes as she dragged her fingers through his hair. She knew it was silly, but she wanted to stay with him as long as possible and the idea of spending the day in bed with him was highly appealing.
McCoy closed his eyes, giving a little groan. “I wish I could. I’ve got meetings.” He finally sighed, then lifted her up in his arms, and set her down on her feet on the kitchen floor. He pulled himself up to his own feet and gave her a little tug toward the bathroom. “Let’s go wash up.”
“Yes doctor,” Elizabeth teased with a pout as she followed him to the bathroom, walking behind him to admire him as he moved, unable to stop the dirty thoughts springing to mind and the salacious look spreading on her face. Biting her lip, she took a deep breath as memories of what they just did filled her mind. She pulled them up short of the bathroom, her hand tightening on his as something occurred to her. She looked up at him with realisation dawning in her eyes and spoke with a small voice. "Leonard..."
“Hmm?” McCoy stopped in the hallway, turning to look at her. He was really thinking about the shower now, going through his plans for the day. He’d have to skip over coffee with John this morning, he was running later than he imagined now.
"We...we didn't..." she took a deep breath. "We didn't use anything..." she let the sentence hang as as she stared up at him, hoping he would understand her meaning. Standing naked in his hallway with that realisation rolling off her lips, she had never felt more vulnerable standing before a man.
McCoy’s brow furrowed, then his face fell a little. “It’s all right.” He said, giving her hand a little tug to bring her in against him. He was a doctor. He knew the likelihood of getting pregnant in one session. It wasn’t that great. But there was still a chance. And he never would have done that to her if he’d been in his right mind. “It’s gonna be all right.”
Elizabeth let herself be pulled to him and wrapped her arms around him tightly, resting her head against his chest. She clung to him as the very real possibility that she could potentially be pregnant at this minute in time sank in. She'd never thought about it before, never felt comfortable enough with a man or like she had enough time with her busy work schedule. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, tightening her arms around him.
“Come on,” McCoy said into her hair, tugging her more tightly against him for a moment, “let’s get in that shower.” The damage was pretty much done. There was the option of a ‘morning after’ drug, something that might kick start her period before the conception actually occurred. There were other options, too, they had many. He was a doctor, he knew all of these things. He wasn’t going to push, but they could discuss everything later.
McCoy pulled her with him into the bathroom, shedded his boxer shorts, and the two climbed into the shower together.
She let him lead her into the shower, still feeling stunned by the realisation. She'd never done anything so impulsive and reckless before, not even in college, but now as a fully grown adult who had been in two long term relationships previously, she had lost her head and...if she were completely honest she wasn't sure what to do with herself. So for now she let Leonard guide her, wash her, kiss her, reciprocating in kind. She stroked her hands through his wet hair as his hands moved over her body.
It was a nice shower, a kind, gentle reassuring one. He was there for her. Strong, solid. He wasn’t going anywhere. They washed one another in silence, kissing and nuzzling, cuddling in the hot water.
Then they climbed out and dried off. He felt a little awkward, not sure what to say or do now. He felt guilty for having been so impulsive, having not stopped for a moment and thought about what he was doing.
Once they were dressed, she reached out and took hold of his hands as they fussed with doing his belt up, forcing to look up at her. "Hey, don't worry," she gave him a little, weak smile as she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, stroking a hand through his hair and leaning their foreheads together. "We'll be ok," she reassured him, placing a gentle, loving kiss on his lips.