Medbay -- Day 13 (open to those who are sick, infected, injured ect. ect.)

[im_no_girl]

Sammy had everything ready for Doctor McCoy but was still rushing around checking to make sure that everything was fine and dandy before she finally slowed her ass down to a stop and breathed for a second or five. She quickly thought over all the things that had to be done and mentally checked each one off until she knew that she had finished. Sam

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[lynn_creed]

"Hey, can we get some attention here?" Creed called. She and Rousseau were shepherding a thoroughly spored Sky - still clad in that barely-there dress and covered in glittering gold dust - into the Medbay. Glancing down, she realised that she was covered as well. Thank god for the biomask.

[nurse_rousseau]

Thank goodness for the biomask. Rousseau's face was flushed red at Sky's rather...amazing state of undress, as she helped hoist the spored girl over to the bed nearest the door. "We'll have to decon her here," She glanced to Creed, a smile blooming over her face. "Thank you for your help."

[lynn_creed]

"Not a problem," Creed replied. She gestured vaguely at her gold-glittering arm and side. "I assume I'll need decontaminated too...?"

[nurse_rousseau]

"That would -- probably be for the best, yes." She set about busying herself around the medical bay, closing the curtain around and setting the biobeds to decontaminate, having a feeling there would be more than just a few cases that had gotten past the decon chamber. Rousseau set up another makeshift chamber around a second biobed, and guided Creed inside with an outfit of clean, contaminant-free clothes.

Only when the area was detained did she feel it safe to remove the biosuit, her science blues underneath, folding up the gold contaminated material and settling it down onto the foot of the biobed. She fixed the controls, and set it to decontaminate the both of them -- the thin forcefield around them enough to filter out any of the spores that were in the area.

Or at least, it should have

[lynn_creed]

"Oh, fuck," Creed said articulately. She felt it summarised the current situation accurately and succinctly, though. Her first thought was containment breach, followed by have to warn people, followed by the one she actually voiced, which was, "Damnit, Rousseau! You're contaminated!"

She hopped off her own biobed, ignoring its squawk of protest as she interrupted the decon cycle - there was no point anyway - and went straight to the pile of her clothes to retrieve her comm device.

[nurse_rousseau]

Her first reaction was to fix the machine, not even caring about the mask at this point, but the beeping grew louder and Rousseau couldn't react in time in order to respond to Creed's articulation and her eyes widened even larger when she saw Creed reach for her spore-ridden clothes.

"Wait! Wait, c'est pas possible..."

She shook her head and looked solemnly at the computer, watching it fail, the system's malfunction causing Rousseau to need to restart the entire system in hopes that it would work. "Your clothes are contaminated as well, madame."

[lynn_creed]

"C'est tres possible, cherie," she returned sarcastically. She commed the shuttlebay to warn them of the breach, and leaned back against the still indignantly beeping biobed. "We're already contaminated. Containment is the issue now."

[nurse_rousseau]

Rousseau looked at the system as it restarted, hoping that there would be minimal contamination of the area around them. With luck, the thick curtain that dragged the ground would keep the air from spreading to the rest of medbay for the moment -- at least until Doctor McCoy returned, and was able to -- well, perhaps, somehow fix their dire situation.

She leaned against the bed, the infection of the spores not quite taking place until she suddenly felt the tingle of heat across her skin. She felt a shudder go down her spine, her cheeks flushing with what felt like a mild fever. The nurse took a deep breath, wondering if this was the effect of what the team had brought back from that planet.

Whatever it was, it reverberated through her skin like electricity. Her breathing grew slightly ragged, and she closed her eyes, willing herself to keep control of her own body. "Mmm...they'll get here soon...I'm sure of it..."

[lynn_creed]

"Oh, I hope so..." Creed murmured. If no-one arrived to take care of the situation soon, she could envisage things getting very out of hand.

She could already feel the spores starting to have an effect; heat flushing through her, skin shivering in sudden awareness of the slightest touch. Damnit. She took in a deep breath through her nose, attempting to keep herself under control. She'd yet to encounter a situation she couldn't bulldoze her way through by force of sheer stubborness.

It really was getting warm in here. Perhaps if she just took off her- she clamped down on that thought hard and subjected it to a withering mental glare. Goddamnit, no! Get a hold of yourself woman!

[nurse_rousseau]

"It's..." She spoke softly, her voice rather far away and dreamy. "Really hot in here..." Rousseau tilted her head back, letting her hands clasp together to keep them from touching anyone else but herself. She felt a desire to be in contact with someone, starving for skin contact. She hadn't craved anything like this before.

It was the worst kind of feeling, knowing she was losing control, that she was slipping into succumbing to her own desires. It was tempting to do something about it, thinking for a moment that maybe if she just got a little closer to Creed, it would be easier. Her mind seemed to work it's way around it. That oh, yes, this was a wonderful idea. The redhead paused for a second, and then she drew closer to the security cheif, close enough to feel the heat emanating from the other woman

[lynn_creed]

Oh god no, this was a bad idea... She gripped her forearm hard, fingernails biting into the flesh; something to focus her mind on. Coherent thought was becoming increasingly difficult.

Appropriate coherent thought anyway. She was having an easy enough time focussing on thoroughly unhelpful things, like that she'd always had a thing for redheads, and how good Rousseau's finger's felt against her skin...

"Yeah. Any second." And you don't want them to walk in on you making out with one of the nurses. Pull yourself together! That was right. Inappropriate touching in the Medbay was a bad thing. Damned if she could remember why, though. Instead she leaned in a little and tilted her head, fascinated by the soft fullness of Rousseau's lower lip.

[nurse_rousseau]

She was leaning in. That meant...

Not that Rousseau had any sort of thought left in her head, nor that the real object of her recent affections was in a bed just feet away. Instead, she lifted up on her toes and threw her arms around the security chief, not quite caring abot the location, nor the consequences it would bring. Instead, her attention was quite captivated by the warmth and heat that burst through her dam of self-control, her lips crushed against Creed's without a second thought.

[lynn_creed]

That was that then. So long, self control. Nice knowing ya. Say goodbye to common sense for me on your way out.

Any pretense at coherent thought went right out the window as Rousseau pressed up against her, and christ she hadn't been floored by a wave of lust like that since she was a hormonal teenager. She wrapped an arm around Rousseau's waist, free hand coming up to twine in that gorgeous red hair.

[neat_science]

Sky meanwhile was crouched on the biobed in her barely-there dress, still shimmering with gold dust. Her large blue eyes were watching the unfolding drama before her with undisguised interest. This was rapidly spiraling out of control but Sky was noticing something interesting. Although the sexual itch was there just under her skin, she was no longer feeling completely out of control

[nurse_rousseau]

She slid against Creed with little resistance, all too pliant and responsive to the taller woman's touch, tilting her head and groaning against her lips. Her fingertips continued to trail up and down Creed's forearm, the skin feeling exquisitely warm beneath her hand. It didn't take long for another stab of longing to overtake her, and she shuddered slightly against Creed's body, pulling in and surging against Creed with a groan, her hips lifting and rocking against Creed's body.

"Mmh...please..." She murmured, her long fingers sliding up the hem of the other woman's shirt, resting against her skin.

She heard the voices outside the room. They didn't matter.

Neither did Sky, not now, not with the heat and friction and oh god she wanted more.

[lynn_creed]

With a soft moan she slid her hands up under Rousseau's shirt, craving more skin. It had been far too long.

The air in the medbay was stiflingly hot. Part of her was all too aware that they were right out in public, and that part was screaming in protest, but it was having difficulty making itself heard. Instead she left a trail of kisses along Rousseau's throat and bit gently at the juncture of neck and shoulder.