McCoy smirked, the grip on his hair and the tone of voice familiar even if the face of the owner wasn't.

"I reckon I could manage that." He turned, focusing his attention once again on Jim and grasping her wrist, moving her hand away from her explorations. Then he dropped to his knees, dragging lips and tongue down from her collarbone as he did so, across her stomach and finally nuzzling lightly at the apex of her thighs, where her own fingers had been only a few moments before.


[[OOC - Many apologies for the delay, guys <3]]