lawful_lizzie (lawful_lizzie) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-12 17:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elizabeth weir, leonard mccoy |
Who: Elizabeth and Leonard
When: About 2 weeks after this
Where: Elizabeth and Sam’s house
What: It was meant to be 'Deep and meaningful talkings'...suffice it to say it evolved :-P
Rating/Warning: R / Schmexy times with telepathy
Status: Complete
Elizabeth had tried going to work today and it had failed miserably. She thought she was ready to try a more challenging environment after her talk with Barbara at the coffee shop, but obviously it had been a step too far. She was curled up on the couch, almost in tears from the pain in her head and how tired she was while she waited for Leonard to arrive. She just wanted him to hold her, he seemed to be able to give her a singular focus when they were together which was what she needed right now.
Joanna needed to be picked up from her friend’s house at eight, so McCoy had a few hours free until his parental obligations took over. He went straight to Elizabeth’s place after work, and arrived with only one thought in mind. He wanted to take care of Elizabeth. Of course, the idea that she was hearing thoughts was a bit tricky--a bit concerning. What if he thought something that she didn’t like? What if his own thoughts betrayed him? He only hoped that she would understand that he was human, and he thought stupid things from time to time. His mind wandered, but always came home to her.
He knocked gently on the front door, then turned the handle to let himself in. “Lizzie?” He asked, gently. The nickname bothered her, and that’s why he used it.
“Don’t call me that,” Elizabeth joked weakly as she got up from the couch, wiping her cheeks as a tear rolled down them. “I heard you coming up the drive, nothing specific just…” she walked up to him and wrapped herself around him. “Don’t worry so much,” she sighed against him, closing her eyes as she allowed her mind to clear and focus on him. “Thanks for coming, I missed you,” she told him, pressing a kiss to his neck.
McCoy moved toward the sofa, but was met half-way. His arms wrapped around her, holding her gently but firmly against his chest. He could feel her shaking, and it scared him a bit. “Is there anything I can do? Do you want a tin foil hat?” He asked, a hint of a smirk in his voice. But he’d make her one if it would help dim the thoughts around her.
She laughed against him at the mention of the tinfoil hat and turned her face up to look at him. “You mock the hat,” she grinned. “But it worked,” she kissed him gently, her hands pulling him tighter against her. “What can you do…” she considered. “Well...you can kiss me some more…” And she did, at length. “And you can distract me...and we could talk,” she suggested gently.
“Talking I can do.” McCoy whispered, holding her body against his and running his hands gently up and down her lower back. “Kissing I can do, too.” He said, gently, and pulled her tight against him again as he did just that. Kissing. The kissing of a man completely passionate about the woman in his arms. The word love hadn’t come up too much in his life. It was flitting around in the back of his head now as he held her and kissed her, though he wasn’t letting it out.
Elizabeth let herself be swept away with his passion, letting him kiss her thoroughly. She took a few steps back to lean back against the back of the couch as her fingers slid up his chest, up his neck to frame his face, encouraging him to kiss her more. She moaned low in her throat as she felt him pressed up against her. She let her mental guards down and let herself be consumed with feeling. His mind filled her with warmth and comfort, almost all-consuming but she couldn’t put her finger on it exactly. She didn’t notice the tears gently rolling down her cheeks in reaction to him, just continued kissing him in earnest.
He pulled back not too long after, breathless and rather randy now from the whole experience. When he opened his eyes to look, he noticed the tears. There was a moment of sudden panic. Crying was bad. Kissing and crying at the same time was bad, too. He lifted his hand to brush some of the tears away. “You all right?”
"I'm fine," Elizabeth shook her head and smiled up at him. "Just...your feelings...they're so...warm," she gave a happy little laugh. "It took me by surprise was all," she told him, stroking one of her hands through his hair gently. "I l..." she stopped herself with a regretful sigh and shake of her head. She couldn't tell him, what if he ran in the other direction? She settled for pulling him down for another kiss. They could talk later, she decided.
He went a bit pink and chuckled softly. “Sorry.” He wasn’t great at admitting his feelings, even when they were forced right into his face. Like now. But kissing was easier, kissing wasn’t as talky. Even though he knew she knew what was going on in his mind and his heart right now… that actually made things a bit easier.
"Don't be sorry, it's an amazing feeling to experience," Elizabeth smiled up at him as he blushed, it was incredibly cute. She pulled him down by his collar and kissed him deeply, sliding her hands across the planes of his chest to push his jacket from his shoulders and drop it on the floor before pulling his shirt up and over his head. She ran her fingers lightly over the skin of his torso as she encouraged him even closer.
“Oh, is that what we’re up to?” McCoy said, breaking into a smirk as she started to peel off his clothes. He didn’t mind, though, he willingly shed them, then brought his hands to tug at her own clothing, pull her shirt off in return. “Your roommate isn’t going to catch us, is she?” He asked. But there was a hint of thrill behind the tease.
“I told you, I missed you,” Elizabeth murmured against the skin of his neck. “She shouldn’t do, should still be teaching,” she told him breathlessly, hands running over his body as if she couldn’t take in enough of him. “But you never know,” she grinned up at him before kissing him deeply. Her mind was a whirl of powerful emotions, his and hers tangling together and it fed her desire to be as close to him as possible. “God Leonard, make love to me,” she whispered urgently against his lips.
There was a rising wave of lust mixed in with his thoughts now, growing more and more as she touched him, kissed him. His heart was thundering, his arms couldn’t get her close enough. His fingers couldn’t touch enough of her. “Of course,” he mumbled back, then reached down and lifted her legs, wrapping them around him. Where was the nearest… sofa? Sofa. He moved to the sofa and laid her down, moving his body on top of hers. His kisses were more urgent, his hands unclasping her bra, then moving to her pants.
She wrapped her arms around him when he picked her up, laughing as he did and moved around to deposit her on the couch. As he crawled over her, she pulled him down for another kiss, trying to limit their separation as he removed her bra and keep her lips in contact with his. She smoothed her hands down his body to his ass, squeezing gently to encourage him to rock against her.
And rock against her he did. He wanted to help try and quiet her head, make her mind go blank. His hands were deft, skilled and gentle as he started to strip off her clothes. He kissed her with passion and fire, his body rocking against hers. He was growing hard in anticipation. She could undoubtedly feel him against her, even through what clothes remained on their bodies.
She grinned against his lips, sliding her hands around to the front of his trousers to start undoing them. “Eager puppy,” she teased. She kissed him again, tongues tangling as she helped him off with his trousers and underwear. Feeling him hot and almost ready for her reminded her of something. “Don’t suppose you have protection this time?” she panted against his face, stifling a groan as they ground against each other desperately.
Leonard chuckled. “You can’t possibly blame me for being eager.” He whispered, then nuzzled his nose in against her jaw. Once they were both naked, she mentioned the protection. He’d slipped one into his wallet, because he knew this was a distinct possibility. He had to pull away from her to fish it out, but then wasted no time in slipping it on. He was absolutely ready to go, and moved back to the warmth of her embrace only a moment later. “Wouldn’t want to forget again."
Elizabeth gazed up at him, framing his face in her hands as she pulled him up above her. She thought about their close call, about how she had meant to talk to him about it all before any of this happened. "I missed you...so much," she told him quietly, thumbs stroking his cheeks gently. She pulled him down to kiss her, deeply and lovingly. She arched up against him, pressing her breasts against his chest and tilting her hips up to brush his erection against where she wanted him most.
McCoy didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He moved above her, lifted her legs on either side of his hips, and pushed deep inside as he returned her kisses. It was heaven. All coherent thought, save for please, don’t let it end too quickly was gone from his head. He started to move against her, strong arms holding himself above her, strong legs pushing back and forth, in and out. He was sucking on her neck, kissing her jaw, nuzzling her cheek with his nose.
Elizabeth heard his thought about the speed of their encounter, but any reply she may have made died on her lips as he pushed inside of her. Her back arched off the sofa and she threw her head back in a soundless gasp. She shuddered as he started moving, hands running across his skin, trying to feel more of him, closer, deeper. She ran her nails lightly down his chest, his sides and down to his ass again, squeezing his cheeks to encourage him more. Locking her ankles behind his legs, the angle changed and she gasped again, hands flying back to hold onto the arm of the couch. "Oh god! Yes!" she cried, eyes fluttering as she tried to look up at him. "Fuck me Leonard!" she rarely swore, generally only in moments of extreme passion, but he felt so good.
He didn’t have to be told twice. McCoy’s body moved against her, harder and faster than before. The encouragement was good. Very good. He hadn’t done anything like this since … well, it’d been a long time since he’d had this sort of encounter. All of the sex he’d had recently was bed sex. Not hot, passionate, couch love-making. One hand gripped the back of the sofa, and the other slipped down between them to rub her as he thrusted. He didn’t last much longer, his body tightening as the pleasure burst within him. But he continued moving against her as best he could, hand and pelvis hoping to draw out a climax from her as well.
She felt him pick up the pace and her eyes rolled as he rubbed her clit, legs bending up to press against his flanks and let him move deeper inside her. She'd never been so glad for yoga in her life! She clung to his strong arms and heard him start to climax. She arched from the couch as he continued moving within and against her but her hands couldn't get enough of him, wanted him closer. The thoughts between them spiralled, entwined and she allowed herself to get lost in them. Coupled with the feeling of his hands on her body, Elizabeth cried out desperately as she came, "Ungh! Leonard!" It was intense, and as she came down from her high she reached for his face to kiss him, babbling against his lips. "God Leonard, you're amazing, don't stop, don't ever stop, love you so much, want you so much," she sighed punctuating every sentence with a kiss, still moving her hips gently against him as she spoke.
McCoy was gasping as he started to come down, slowly rocking his body against hers, little whimpers escaped him against her lips, into her mouth. It was good. Sex was good. Being with Elizabeth was good. Suddenly, as often happened immediately following sex, his brain wasn’t functioning anymore. Everything was soft, warm, good. No higher brain functions. He turned to nuzzle into her neck, breathing hard.
Elizabeth's hand slid behind his head to spear her fingers through his hair while he nuzzled into her neck. She moaned as she felt his hot breath against the skin of her neck. Her other hand ran over the hot skin of his back to his shoulder to hold him as close she could, her love pounding through her head and probably straight into his, given their intimate contact and her guards being down. She pressed a kiss to his ear and let out a shuddering breath as she relaxed beneath him.
He could feel it. Maybe it was part of her new powers? Or maybe it was how strongly he felt it… but either way, the love was overwhelming. It made him shudder, feeling hot from the inside out. He pressed a couple more gentle kisses against her neck. “...keep that up and I’ll be ready to go again before long.”
Elizabeth laughed against him, tightening her thighs around him and holding him all the closer while she pressed kisses to his shoulder. “Oh really...well…” she spoke in a low voice against his ear. “Let’s try this,” she closed her eyes, running her hands over his body and pulling him closer. She took the feeling she felt whenever she was with him and visualised it feeding through her hands and into him. Then she remembered how amazing his touch felt against her skin, how it inspired a heat in her like she’d never experienced before and how his lips on her skin made her want to pull him close and never let him go. How she wanted to just grab him most of the time and kiss him relentlessly against a wall he was just that sexy. She showed him glimpses of fantasies she had had of him; the kitchen counter, his office, her office, the store closet down the hall from his office, the shower, the bed to name but a few. Her inner muscles clenched around him, fingers tightened against his back as she arched up under him and she kissed his neck, nipping playfully at his skin then soothing it with her lips and tongue to encourage him.
McCoy closed his eyes, giving a little chuckle, then proceeded to pray silently to all the Gods in the universe that he wasn’t too old for a second go so quickly after the first. The thoughts were short lived, though, as he started to feel… thoughts. Emotions. Sensations. He knew he wasn’t generating them, he knew he was feeling them coming from her. And he gasped when he could see in his mind’s eye, the fantasies that she had of him. The two of them against the wall, the two of them in the shower. The thoughts were jumped, the pictures fractured, but the sentiment came across. It was sexual. It was hot, primal, sweaty and grunting. It made him harden inside of her, the nearly limp member still sheathed in their rubber protection growing more firm and plump as she worked her new magic. “Oh, Jesus,” he moaned, his body giving a little shudder. That was amazing. She was amazing.
"Not quite," she quirked a smile at him, gasping as she felt him grow inside her. "Oh wow," she groaned, grinning up at him as she framed his face in her hands. She kissed him deeply, encouraging him to move with tiny movements of her body against his. She loved him, and it beat through her very core as they moved against each other, slower than before, the thought pulsing through where their skin made contact. She panted against him, groaning and gasping, hands running frantically over his skin as the slower pace turned tortuous. She needed him closer!
He was doing his best to get as close as he possibly could. Though it was slightly awkward. They were still on the sofa, his feet on the floor, his arms holding him up above her. God, he wanted her again. I was like… Viagra. Though,he’d never tried that before, he could imagine that it felt something like this. Only less. He returned her kisses, moving his body with hers, rocking gently, bodies pressed together. And then he started to move against her, harder, hands gripping the sofa, toes curling against the floor.
She cried out as he moved faster, a high pitched breathy noise. Fingers clutched his back. Lips sought out his. Tongues touched. Nails raked and soon she was crying out to the ceiling, arching up against him and seeing bright light behind her eyelids as she came hard.
He moved hard and fast against her, her movements urging him on. It didn’t take long, the second time normally didn’t, though it’d been a long time since he’d been able to go twice like this in one setting. When she came, he came with her, moaning and grunting, movements erratic and tense. And then he froze, spilling his release within her again. With a shudder, he relaxed down against her, burying his face into her neck.
Fighting to bring her breathing under control, she was shaking underneath him with her arms wrapped around him, fingers spearing through his hair as she held him against her neck. "Oh god," she chuckled a little under him, pressing her lips to his shoulder. "That was...amazing Leonard," she stroked her fingers through his hair. "I can't believe that worked," she spoke against his skin. "And so effectively," she grinned next to his skin, placing a line of kisses up his neck.
McCoy chuckled against her skin, nodding and catching up with his breath. “...whatever it was, you did good.” Words were failing him now, his body and mind shutting down in post-coital bliss. He wanted to sleep now, but knew he had to go pick up Joanna from … wherever she was… and he had to get home eventually. He slowly, reluctantly, pulled away from her, stood up and went to the bathroom to clean up.
Elizabeth moaned as Leonard got up from on top of her, letting her fingers stay in contact with his skin for as long as possible. She lay with a smile on her face for a minute while he was gone, before pulling a blanket down from the back of the couch to wrap around herself as she stood up. She came round to the back of the couch on slightly shaky legs, the feeling making her grin and bite her bottom lip. She grinned up at Leonard as he re-entered the room, reaching out a hand for him to call him over as she leant back on the sofa.
He was dressed again when he came back into the room just a couple of moments later. She reached for him, and he was happy to follow her command. He stepped into her arms, wrapping his own around her. “I can’t stay much longer,” he whispered into her hair.
“I know,” she sighed, snuggling into his hold, leaning her head into the crook of his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his waist. “I wish you didn’t have to, but I know you need to. Did you uh….did you still want me to meet Joanna?” she asked quietly, still worried about meeting his daughter.
“Yes. Soon.” McCoy said, softly, running his hands up and down her back as he held her. He wasn’t as nervous about the whole thing as he could have been. His feelings about Elizabeth were stable, and Joanna was old enough now that she could handle something like this. At least, he assumed. If not, he could always send her over to Jim and Hermione’s place. He was fairly confident that they could counsel her, should the need arise. “Very soon. I’ll arrange it. Dinner? Over the weekend?”
“Sounds good,” Elizabeth smiled, reminding herself not to worry about things she had no control over. “Should I bring anything?” she asked.
“No. You’re fine.” He kissed her once more, then nuzzled his nose against hers. “I hate to leave, but I have to. She’s waiting for me.” He said, then finally tore himself away from her.
She went to speak again, but suddenly couldn't find the words. She shook her head and told herself to wait a little longer. She smiled up at him a little sadly. "Ok," she whispered, she leant forward to press another quick kiss to his lips.
McCoy grinned into the quick kiss. He squeezed her, then released her, then turned to let himself out without another word. He didn’t want to say goodbye. Ever.
After he left, Elizabeth sighed and dropped her head into her hands. She had to talk to him about it sometime. Maybe at the weekend once Joanna had gone to bed? Maybe in three weeks time when she’d put it off and off? A shower would help clear her mind, she decided.