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[NCC-1701 DEN OF SIN] -- [Special Rules, Open All, OOC Character Moment!]

Rules: - simple and easy.

1) Unless you obviously already have an agreement or something going with another character, please ask before you post under their thread wanting to have sexy times. THIS INCLUDES PEOPLE FROM OUTSIDE THE RP AS WELL! If you aren't part of our group but want to have some fun sexy times with a character... well, shoot them a PM! Within the group, please do the same as a courtesy.
2) Don't be discouraged, upset, or anything similar if someone doesn't want to sex up with your character. Just reply to their PM with a 'no thanks' if you really don't want to for whatever reason. They could be too overwhelmed with other threads, or wanting to concentrate on one, or just don't have time to take more than one thread. Don't take it personally, please.
3) Post down below with your name AND your location in the subject of the thread if you want to be somewhere specific (like Jim will be specifically on the bridge) and change it for anyone who comes by. That way, its the absolute easiest way to find someone, track someone, gloss over someone, whatever.
4) If you're going to be doing something that COULD squick someone, please mark it with a warning in the subject of the comment. Just a courtesy thing!
5) Talk to someone before sliding into a multi-person scene. Don't just interrupt without making sure you're wanted.

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Paula pressed the cloth over the cut on her hand. She'd been chopping vegetables for dinner when she was jostled by a couple of ensigns rounding the corner, looking for a place to neck. She didn't think it was all that serious, but had been sent to sickbay just the same ~~with orders not to return until she'd done something about her crush on Dr. McCoy~~.

She paused just inside the door of the mostly-deserted sickbay, looking around.

"Doctor?"

[OOC: I'm a lurker just out for a bit of fun. Hope that's okay. :)]

"Over here," he called out, sorting out the medicine canisters. The noises were getting louder out there, banging and through the walls Bones could here that somewhere loud music started playing.

"You doin' okay, Lt?" he asked, giving her a quick once over. "Lookin' for a place to hide?"

The inmates were running the asylum now.

"I seem to have gotten in the way of true love," she replied drily, indicating her hand. "It's not too bad, really..."

"Was that an offer?" She smiled up at him, trying to shut out the noises from outside. She'd been propositioned four times on her way there.

"It's a madhouse," he retorted, then grinned. "But you're safe in here."

Bones' face furrowed. "You look a little pale, though. You sure you're well?" Pulling out his scanner, he waved it over her forehead, then frowned. "It's not working."

Shaking it, he made a 'hmpf' noise, and tossed it aside. "Might have to do this the old-fashioned way," he told her, laying a hand on her forehead, pausing as he evaluated the warmth of her skin. "A little warm, but no fever."

One hand moved to her throat, feeling a strong pulse under soft skin. "It's a little fast. You excited 'bout somethin'?"

"It is getting crazy out there," she admitted cheerily. "I never knew there were so many exhibitionists on this ship." Some of them were... inventive, to say the least.

Paula stood still when the doctor began to scan her. When he tossed the malfunctioning equipment aside and touched his hand to her forehead, though, her breath hitched. "M-my grandmother used to check it that way."

She couldn't help the little cry that escaped her when his fingers brushed her throat. "I... some of the visuals on the walk over were, um, inspiring."

"You never can tell with this ship," he murmured, giving her a smile. "Tell me 'bout what you saw," he said, his fingers traveling around her throat, fingertips sliding down inside her uniform top.

His hands moved to her hips and he lifted her easily onto the biobed. "My grandmother used to put her hand here," he said, dipping into the front of her shirt, stroking her collarbone, "though sometimes she checked it this way too," he murmured, putting his lips on her forehead.

Oh. She swallowed hard, trying to unscramble her thoughts as those fingers dipped underneath her top.

"Ev-every corner, something different. Ensigns tangled up in the mess hall so that you couldn't tell where one left off and the other began, smearing chocolate sauce and God-knows-what-else all over and licking it off." She was pretty sure that table would have to be airlocked. "The doors to the main transporter room were shut when I went by, but someone was certainly having a good time ~~and forgot to polarize the window before getting fucked six ways from Sunday~~. And right out in the corridor in plain sight, people necking like they'd die if they had to wait an-"

Paula gasped when he lifted her up, her hands clutching at his upper arms, eyes wide as he deposited her on the biobed. They fluttered shut, though, when his lips touched her forehead. She drew in a shaky breath. He smelled clean and spicy.

She squirmed on the biobed, her knees slipping apart, inviting him to step closer.

Bending down to kiss her neck, he found a spot and bit lightly to see her reaction. "Lieutenant," he moaned, his hands slipping under her shirt as she trembled in his arms.

Leaning in, he stepped into her arms and reached around and ran his fingers over the smooth skin of her back. "You like this," he nuzzled into her neck, "or should I go find some chocolate sauce?"

She keened when his teeth nipped at her neck, tipping her head back to give him better access. One hand slid up to the back of his neck to keep him in place.

"I think you can call me Paula." God, his hands. His mouth. Her skin felt like it was on fire.

Her free hand trailed down his side to slip underneath the layers of shirts, finding warm, bare skin. "Seems to me we're doing just fine without any help."

The hand on his neck was nice... she knew what she wanted, and that was fuckin' hot as hell.

Bones pulled off his shirt, tossing it on the ground next to the bed. His hands moved back to slide under her shirt, tugging at it until it too popped over her head. His hands ran up and down her arms as his mouth found hers.

One hand reached to the back, and unhooked her bra.

Paula hooked one leg around him, wanting to get as close as possible. She was perched precariously on the edge of the bed - without his solid presence, she'd hit the floor.

She shivered when he pulled her shirt off and the cool air washed over her heated skin. As soon as her arms were free she was reaching out, smoothing her hands up over his broad chest. His lips were soft, though the kiss was anything but. Her tongue darted out, teasing.

She let go only long enough for him to slide the straps of her bra down and off, and then wound her arms around him, her hands trailing over his back and lower.

His hands found her breasts, cupping them, giving them a squeeze before dipping his head to suck a hard nipple. "Hmmm," he groaned, moving to the next one then back up at her mouth, kissing her deeply.

Pulling his pants open, Bones pulled off his boots and climbed up on the bed next to her, pushing her down onto her back. "Fuckin' beautiful, Paula," he growled into her mouth, hands sliding down her body. Lifting her skirt, his fingers darted under her panties, his kiss deepening at the feel of wetness on his fingers. "...fuck yes."

The sharp cry that tore from her throat took her by surprise. She couldn't recall anything ever feeling as good as his mouth at her breast, sucking hard at her nipple. Her fingers carded through his hair, and she moaned at the sensation of his groan vibrating across her sensitive flesh. When his mouth returned to hers, the kiss was deep and wet.

And then he'd pushed her down on the bed and was there beside her, his words of praise making her flush and nip at his lower lip. Her hips bucked hard when his fingers slipped under her panties, teasing, his low growl against her mouth making her even wetter. "Ohgodyespleasepleasesogood."

She slid a hand inside his pants and boxers, wrapping her fingers around his cock, squeezing just a bit.

He exhaled at her touch. "... fuck yeah," he moaned, her small hands warm and soft on him. He tilted his hips into her hand, getting harder by the moment. It was different with women, she was smaller and warm and smelled so fucking good, that scent that filled his nose, the smell of her.

And she was ready too, fuck, his fingertips dipped and darted between her legs, spreading the folds gently, so slippery wet already.

Sliding a finger slowly inside her, his mouth found her nipple again, pulling lightly with his teeth and growled.

"Mmm, you like that?" Her hand stroked him firmly, twisting a little. "What else do you want?"

She bit her lip hard, the feel of his fingers making her ache for more. "Ohhh, yeah, like that," she moaned at the feel of his teeth tugging at her nipple, his finger sliding inside. Her body clenched around him.

But... "Want to taste you," she managed to gasp, her thumb slicking over the drops of precome at his tip.

[OOC: Gah, sorry. That was me!]

[ooc: ♥]

But she wanted more... Oh yeah, she was gonna get more.

Struggling to get out of his pants, he shifted and wriggled, pulling them off and adding them to the growing pile on the ground. He left her skirt on, loving the feel of his hands under the fabric, pulling at her panties like a teenager.

Bones rolled her on top of him, reaching up to kiss her once more, long and deep, before giving her head a little push downward.

Paula couldn't help the giggle that escaped as she watched him struggle out of his pants. She lifted her hips to help him slide her panties off, shimmying a little more than was strictly necessary.

She leaned into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his body beneath her. Just imagining what they looked like, him naked on the bed with her over him, wearing just her skirt and boots, made her moan.

She felt him nudge her downward and cast a wicked glance up at him, nuzzling at his neck and biting down, not so gentle as he'd been with her earlier. Her tongue darted out to soothe the mark before she complied, wriggling her way over him. Her fingers dragged over his nipples, mouth trailing kisses over his abdomen as she worked her way down to kneel between his legs.

She licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, eyes never leaving his. Her tongue swirled delicately over the head, pausing just a moment to kiss it softly. Then, her hand wrapped around the base and she opened her mouth, taking in as much as she could.

His back arched as she bit at him, a growling noise escaping. "...fuck, darlin'," he moaned, his hips canting up, one hand resting in her hair, threading through the soft strands. She was fucking delicious, crawling on him half-dressed, and he began imagining the ways he could fuck her, moving her around on him, bending and shifting and fucking...

But all his attention was soon on her mouth, hot and wet, and looking down, he groaned as he saw his cock slide between her full lips. "Yeah," he grunted, the hand in her hair tightening as he felt the warmth engulf him.

That hand in her hair... oh yes. She moaned around him, her tongue flat against the underside of his shaft as she began to suck. Pulling back, she swirled it around the head before taking him in again, a little more each time until she felt him nudging the back of her throat.

His voice was incredible, his accent deepening as she did her best to make him lose control. She slipped one hand under her skirt, missing his fingers sliding over her slick folds, and moaned again.

He could smell the scent of her in the air, musky and warm and he thrust into her mouth slow, fingers tightening in her hair. God, he wanted to taste her, wanted to put his mouth between her legs and taste her.

Leaning up on an elbow, he used a hand to lift her chin, watching as his cock slipped out from between her lips, her eyes ablaze. Gorgeous. Nudging her upward a bit, Bones moved his body around until he was facing the other way, between her legs. His mouth sought out her moist heat from under her skirt, while making sure that he was still able to fuck her hot mouth.

She let him guide her, lust and a fair amount of butterflies making her quiver when she realized what he had in mind. "N...never done this before," she managed as he rearranged himself beneath her. She gave him an experimental lick, testing the new angle.

Oh. Oh God. She let out a long, low whine when his mouth found her, unable to stop her hips from bucking. Her arms were shaking as she braced herself, lowering her mouth back over him.

He missed this, the way a woman felt, the way she tasted on his tongue, sharp and tangy. And the noises she made, why hadn't he pulled her into his office before; if he'd known she was this sensitive, Bones mused, spreading her carefully with his fingers, he might have.

"You taste so good," he nuzzled at the junction of her thigh and leg, little bites before delving deeper into her. Using a long finger, he pulled her folds apart gently, following with his tongue to lap at her, long licks up one side then the other, before finally pressing his tongue against her clit. He suckled it softly, moaning, holding her hips steady as she moved into his face, and when she took him inside her mouth again he groaned, stilling a moment before continuing his explorations.

She was going to pieces, and they had only begun. Pleasure sparked low in her belly at he sound of his voice, the feel of his clever fingers and tongue teasing and stroking. Her eyes squeezed shut when he suckled at her clit, a strangled cry escaping her as she pulled up for a moment.

"Mmm, so do you," she moaned, her hand stroking him once, then twice, before she took him in again. Her hand slipped lower, stroking at his upper thigh before cupping his balls gently.

Bones shook for a second, a shiver running down his back at her light touch on his already sensitive skin. Involuntarily he bucked up and into her hand and wet mouth, his body arching as he moved, unable to keep still.

Growling low in the back of his throat, Bones tried to focus back on her, his attention on the bundle of nerves between his teeth. Two fingers slipped inside her heat, fuck she was hot and wet and tight, and he imagined his cock slipping inside her, moving in and out slow like his finger was right now.

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