out of control | high aphro

[doctornota]

It hit McCoy suddenly, the book he'd been perusing dropping out of suddenly nerveless fingers. He reached out for the bookshelf, clutching it with a white-knuckled hand, trying to control his suddenly ragged, heavy breathing. He could feel his skin flushing, reddening his face and neck, and it felt like his blood was heating up within his veins

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[canhearmebreath]

Motherfucker!

A Captain couldn't even walk down a hallway without getting herself into trouble these days, she certainly hadn't expected to be getting pinned to a wall by the male version of her CMO. "Uhh..." Jamie dumbly blinked, waiting for her smart mouth to catch up with her brain's understanding of the situation. It was hard when all she could think was; 'Jesusfuck, Bones is not supposed to have the sexy accent.' Sexy anything and Bones was difficult to compute together when she was so used to her version coming with tits.

"Did you bang your head or did you just come to your senses at long last?" Jamie queried with a smirk written all over her tone. Okay, it was probably bad for her to take advantage of her kind of best friend (or at least the male version of her) while he was in such a state. But hell, if he lept the accent thing up, there was only so much a woman could do to defend against a sound like that.

[doctornota]

"It's this goddamned place," McCoy shot back, his hips coming forward and grinding against Jamie without his permission, which was weird, because this was the female version of his best friend. Admittedly, said best friend was really hot and his cock didn't really seem to care who it was rubbing against, just that there was friction. "Doin' things to me. So? Yes or no?"

[canhearmebreath]

Oh hello, that was certainly much more forward that usual. Jamie herself was never quite sure if it was the surrounding area getting to her or it was just her being her when she was in binds like this. But it didn't stop her from finding it mildly humorous now. "If you're that wound up, then I guess I have no option but to say yes." No. She totally wasn't dragging out her response to tease him. Totally not. After all, it was her duty as Captain to look after each and every one of her crewmembers, even if they weren't the ones from her universe.

[doctornota]

"Gosh, thanks," he drawled, and then he leaned down and kissed her, crushing their lips together in a hungry, desperate motion. He needed, he wanted, he didn't even care that she was going to lord this over him until the day they died. He just - her. That was all that mattered. Getting this ache out.

[ihadmittenson]

Brooke's eyes went wide the moment her back hit the wall but other than that and the flexing of her hands at her sides, she didn't have too much time to react. Especially when his body was suddenly pressed against hers. The heat of his body that close to her was too much, especially combined with the bulge that was pushing into her hip, and she moved her hands to his chest.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

If he didn't get off her soon, she was going to start screaming. Never mind the fact that her own body seemed to be heating up rather quickly, which she would blame on his temperature, or the fact that she wasn't as frightened as she probably should be considering she had absolutely no idea who this man was.

[doctornota]

"I did say I was sorry," McCoy returned, trying to regulate his breathing, but finding he was still pretty much panting, no matter what he tried to do otherwise. "I really don't seem to have a lot of control over myself right now."

[ihadmittenson]

Her gaze moved towards his mouth despite her efforts to keep it elsewhere, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She can feel his breath against her skin, the warmth of it far too welcoming. The pounding of her heartbeat in her ears was almost deafening as she let out a shallow breath, eyes eventually moving back up to catch his gaze.

"What is this place?" As if they had a mind of their own, Brooke's fingered tightened around his shirt. She had just arrived here about an hour ago and he was the first person she'd ran into, so she was still pretty confused about the whole thing.

Her mind seemed a little more focused on him, though.

[doctornota]

"It's a love hotel," he replied, his accent making a word that really should have been mono- into a polysyllabic one, softening and lengthening the vowels, until it sounded like they'd been dipped in honey. "Makes people do crazy shit like - like tackle women in the hallways. Swear I'm not normally like this, but please, is it yes or no?"

[doctornota]

"McCoy," he returned, and just the proximity to her, catching the slight faltering in her voice and feeling a thrill go up his spine to know he was doing that to her. God, he didn't even know her name but he wanted her so badly he ached, just - needed her. "Wherever you wanna go. Just - please. Let's go there. Now."

[doctornota]

"Hi, Cosmos," he drawled, then pulled back just enough to let her get out from underneath him. They couldn't really get somewhere more private if he was dry-humping her against the wall. "Let's go. Lead the way."

[blindingtrust]

"E-Excuse me?" Ivy is surprised by the sudden movement. Being pressed between a hard body and a wall was more than a shock for the blind woman. She didn't know what to say about that, really.

Accents normally made her a little weak kneed. But knowing she couldn't even wiggle had her a bit flushed and embarrassed. "Help? ... W-What kind of help would you need? You seem. Um. Capable on your own."

[doctornota]

"I need you." God, she was warm, and he could catch a whiff of her scent - even in his altered state, brain not really firing on all cylinders, he knew that was kind of a creepy thing to think. "Please. Just let me - I need you."

[blindingtrust]

"What?" Now he had her blushing fully. She wasn't really used to people being so blunt unless they were already in the middle of doing something that was leading up to that.

"I... I guess it's okay? Just not here. I don't like giving people an eyeful." Because it couldn't be that bad if he was asking instead of just charging on ahead. Besides, it was sort of a turn on being told she was needed.

[doctornota]

"Then is your room nearby?" McCoy demanded, his hips pressing forward, grinding a little against Ivy's, insistently. "Or d'you have a preference? Because if not, I'm gonna find the nearest goddamn room and have you right there, and I don't care if there's someone else in there or not. Clear?"

OC's okay? :)

[twincidentally]

She exited the elevator with a cautious glance. Just a few more doors. Her room was literally just down the hall. She was so damned close to freedom that she could almost taste it (What taste was that exactly anyway?). Seemed like the hotel had lost it's patience for her avoiding its little games, the aphrodisiacs were hitting her hard now. In any event at the very least she was in no condition to go shooting anyone down, so naturally her reaction upon spotting the man approaching from her peripheral vision was to tense and curse mentally. The young woman was suddenly pinned and very aware of the doctor's proximity. Nice body, confident, assertive behavior? Yeah, the hotel definitely wasn't taking it easy on her today, that didn't mean she wouldn't try.

"Hey!"

ocs are fabulous!

[doctornota]

"Sorry," McCoy breathed, trying to regulate his breathing and failing miserably, his blood singing at the proximity of her body. God, he didn't even know her name - all he knew was that he wanted to have his way with her so many different ways. The very thought of it made him groan a little, softly, and he couldn't stop from grinding against her a little. "I'm not really myself today."

Whoot!

[twincidentally]

This guy seemed to have it way worse than she did, or at least that was what she wanted to tell herself, but in truth she was just as hot and bothered as he seemed to be. It was safe to say she would have never responded the way she did otherwise. There was a soft moan from her too, pushing her hips back against his (to her mortification, at least later), and the hands that she'd pressed flat to the wall (both to stop herself from instinctively trying to punch his lights out and because she honestly didn't know what the hell might happen to her self control if she touched him) seemed to take on minds of their own, reaching up and out to tangle in his shirt

[doctornota]

"McCoy, and fine - let's just get there fast." He leaned down and kissed her hungrily, crushing their lips together in a heated kiss, one of his hands coming around and cupping her head, tilting his own as he tried to deepen the kiss all at once. He ground against her again, then broke the kiss. "Now."