FIC: So Totally Awesome
Title: So Totally Awesome
Rating: Adult
Pairing: girl!Chekov/McCoy (oh for the love of - WHY??)
Beta: None - so sorry for the errors
Warnings: genderswitch, teen girl speak, nurse kink, stripping, lacy panties, silly giggly smut?
Notes: for this prompt on the kink meme: my girl!Chekov is such a hussy - I don’t know what happened to her, space-sickness?? I didn’t really take myself seriously writing this, and it’s another case of “SHIT what did I smoke?” so yeah enjoy and please laugh as you're reading
Disclaimer: they don't belong to me, they're not real, and I certainly made no money
The good Doctor entered at a brisk pace and hurried to the bathroom, scrubbing his already clean hands at the sink before he even realized she was there. She took a deep breath and put down her data pad, quickly saving her work - finally! She thought his shift would never end. His eyes widened as they caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She waved enthusiastically and greeted him a bright happy smile.
‘What in Heaven’s -!’ He spun around to confront her. Ugh, why so unhappy!
Polina Chekova leant back on an elbow and crossed her legs for effect, trying to be cool. ‘You like?’
His eyebrows rose as his eyes cut from her head to her feet, pausing along the way at her cleavage and the little flash of pink lacy underwear that the tiny nurse’s dress couldn’t manage to cover. She picked at the garter strap rubbing against her inner left thigh with her pinky finger and had to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing when she heard something that sounded suspiciously like coughing.
‘Um,’ Doctor McCoy cleared his throat, eyes carefully averted, ‘Ensign, what are you, ah, oh hell, good God how did you get in here! I locked my door!’ Oh that was the easy part; the hard part were these stupid garters and stockings! ‘And just what do you think you’re doing in my quarters, dressed like, like - like that!’
‘Because it is for fun.’ At his confused expression, she rolled her eyes and wriggled a little closer to the edge of his bed, ‘Last week we were talking at shore leave, and you said that you like girls who can -‘
‘I know what I said, Ensign.’ Doctor McCoy snapped, glaring at her in a mixture of embarrassment and horror, ‘I didn’t mean - I didn’t think, that you would, you know…’ He grumbled in an irritated tone, gesturing at her before his eyes went back to examining his side shelf. She grinned, feeling a little thrill as he closed his eyes and started shaking his head side to side, obviously affected. Awe-some!
‘But you like it, yes? You must see me dance!’
That got his attention. He gave her a wary look, ‘Dance?’
‘Yes, yes,’ Polina beamed, ‘I did ballet. I am flexible.’ She rolled onto her knees, and bent back till her body was folded upon itself and he had a very clear view up her dress. Getting into position, she deftly did a back flip, bringing her legs up in a graceful swing till she’d done a third quarter revolution and was back on her hands and knees, breathing a little heavier from the small exertion. She smiled proudly and did a little curtsey on her knees. ‘Ta-da!’
Doctor McCoy pointedly ignored her and was riffling noisily through his closet. She rolled her eyes again; that was just not polite, and really, he was being very difficult! If she wasn’t so turned on by a man with good strong hands, she’d be cross with the way he patronized her. Not awesome, Doctor, so not awesome.
‘Ensign, take off that ridiculous outfit-‘ He ordered, rudely throwing a bathrobe at her face; Polina sputtered in indignation, ‘-and return to your room! It’s inappropriate for you to be looking like a- like a-‘ His eyes flew to the little scrap of pink he saw peeking out from between her thighs, and he swallowed thickly, eyes quickly going back to staring at the floor, ‘Like a lady of the ah, evening…‘
‘A what!’ Polina stared at him and forgot that she was supposed to be seductive not to mention unhappy that he’d just throw a bathrobe - at her face! She giggled and collapsed limbless on the bed. She’d never been called something like that before! It made her feel important and sort of really sexy - it was kind of awesome!
He pointed a finger at her and shook his head, even more annoyed. ‘There ain’t nothing funny about the way you’re dressed, Ensign! You change out of that ridiculous outfit right this damn minute, you hear!’
Polina rolled her eyes and wondered what was it about being seventeen that made him so afraid of her, and did he have to speak to her like she was a little girl?! It was so not awesome and fucking humiliating. She felt an unwelcome flush of self-consciousness creep across her skin like pins and needles.
‘Fine,’ She said sharply, rising up on her knees and roughly undoing the top three buttons of her nurse’s uniform, exposing her pink lacy bra. If he was going to be difficult, then she was going to be difficult! A little girl, well, she’ll show him just how fucking grown up she was!
‘What are you doing- no! Polina! No!’ He stammered, his eyes going round.
‘I am-‘ She spat, undoing all of the buttons and shrugging the flimsy little dress off her shoulders, ‘-doing what you asked me to do, Doctor. I am taking off my ridiculous outfit!’ Polina flung the nurse’s outfit down on the floor and glared at him, breathing a little faster from the force she’d used in her throw.
‘And now,’ She said in a cool voice, sliding to the edge of the bed and standing up in her bra, panties and stockings. ‘I am going to my room, as you said!’ She gave him a little coy wave and headed for the door, shoulders back and spine straight, ‘Bye-bye, Doctor, enjoy your evening.’
Doctor McCoy grabbed her by the arm and wrenched her back. ‘You are not going out in the corridors looking like that!’ He growled, looking absolutely furious. For a moment, she honestly thought he was going to going to put her over his knee and spank her. She blinked, not sure if this was arousing or frightening. He must have thought she was afraid because his expression softened, ‘You, ah, forgot your shoes and- and- Polina, you know this ain’t proper behavior!’
Proper? Proper? What she knew was that he liked her and he was being a - what did the Captain say - a dick! Facing him, she slid both her hands up his undershirt, feeling little coarse hairs on his chest slide against her fingertips. He shifted uncomfortably but didn’t pull away. Well, that was a start.
‘Because,’ Polina said sharply leaning closer and mouthing his earlobe. He went deathly still. ‘I like to get naked.’ Feeling just a little vindictive, she bit him in the ear.
‘Ow!’
Polina glanced down at his warm hands that had shot out in reflex to the shock, curving over her breasts. She felt a little stir in her lower belly as the skin across her breasts pimpled at the sensation of warm flesh. She took deep breath and wondered when she’d gotten so cold. Brrrrrr. And wow, these lacy things really did feel nice when she was all sensitive. And then there were his hands. She grinned brightly and pushed her breasts up into his palms. Hmm, this was totally awesome.
‘Doctor?’
He had his eyes squeezed shut and seemed to be muttering something unintelligible out of the corner of his mouth. Shrugging to herself, she ran her fingertips along his waist then slipped them down the front of his pants without adieu. He yelped and stumbled back like she’d bitten him there. Oh, she bit the inside of her mouth and tried not to laugh, ohhhh… Doctor Leonard McCoy, she grinned, you are a liar!
‘Polina,’ He glared at her, ‘If you don’t remove your hand right this moment, I swear-‘
She wrapped her fingers around his erection and stroked. He threw his head back and moaned between clenched teeth. It sounded rather painful, but from the way he was pushing against her, he totally loved it!
‘What?’ She asked, feeling incredibly awesome, ‘If I don’t remove my hand, what do you swear?’
His answer was to back her towards the bed. Polina laughed and tumbled onto the mussed covers, loving the bounce. Quickly, she wriggled to make some room for him, and felt her breath hitch when he crawled over her, hands warm and heavy and sliding up from her ankles to her inner thighs, so good even through the material of the itchy (and frankly stupid) stockings. She lied back and threw her arms out in abandon, arching her spine as his fingers burrowed along the little frilled edge of her panties and his tongue caressed the silky bit that clung to her, already moist. Oh…
‘Wait.’ She breathed, a little overwhelmed, ‘Wait.’
Doctor McCoy stopped almost immediately, pulling back with concern on his face. No he wasn’t! No backing out! No fair! She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him up for a deep kiss. He tasted like - like - she caressed his tongue with hers: Doctor McCoy tasted of pecan pie. Quickly she changed their position, rolling him onto his back. He was looking up at her like he’d never seen her before. She smiled and bit her lower lip, a little embarrassed but oh so happy. He made her feel so bad - she wanted to do so many bad things and say ‘fuck’ till even Mr. Scott wanted to run away.
‘You like?’ She asked, her elbow on his collar, chin perched atop her hand. She tilted back her shoulder so nothing was hidden, and checked that the little nurse’s cap was still pinned in place. It was - what did Doctor McCoy like to say - “sitting pretty”. Then she smiled demurely and let him take a good long “visual examination”.
He gave her a look full of promise - just you wait, his dark eyes said. Oh f-un! Sitting up, she clapped her hands twice and the music started. Feeling equally embarrassed and outrageously sexy, she swayed her hips, grounding herself against him, threw her head back and rolled with the coo of the bass. Her hips never stopping, she dragged her hands from her legs, over her hips, along her belly and then over her own breasts. Suddenly she stilled, a flutter going through her stomach. Her bra was supposed to come off now, and then - her insides trembled.
Feeling a little shy with all the attention, she covered her breasts with her left arm, while her right hand went behind and unclasped it. It sprang loose easily, and slowly, with a heady anticipation, she hunched her shoulders and drew it off. Doctor McCoy took a deep breath, moaning low in his throat, eyes never leaving her. She grinned and with a little laugh, bit down on her lower lip and draped it over his face. His face tilted upwards as he nuzzled up into the lacy cup - she barely held back from laughing. That was kind of… silly.
Still covering herself but more confident, she took one of his hands and placed it against her ribs. Touch me, she urged silently with her eyes. His fingertips drew little uneven circles and then crept upwards… Polina gave a breathy whimper and let his hand slide under hers, till they were cupping her right breast together. So… totally… awesome!
With a surprised mewl, she suddenly found herself on her back, being pressed into the mattress. She met his eyes, startled at the feeling of his hardness pressing so insistently between her legs. This time he kissed her intently, slow and wet. She savored it; practicing with your girlfriends just was not the same. The music became muffled and distant, background noise to her internal chaos, full of urges and desires and feelings she didn’t even know she had. Taking one of his hands, she slid it down to her hip.
‘The panties come off if you undo the laces.’ She whispered.
He raised his head from where he’d been busy kissing her neck and glared at her, ‘You are gonna be the death of-!’ He growled before just staring at her, shaking his head. She smiled and shrugged. Well it was all or nothing - and she was a perfectionist. Polina squirmed as he licked a long ticklish stripe down to her left breast. Ugh, it felt so weird and so good. She closed her eyes and thrust her hips up, matching him strength for strength as she felt his fingers roughly tug at the tie at her hip. He’d barely gotten her panties down and pulled them free before he thrust his hand between her thighs, fingers stroking her wetness, making her hiss with the way he thumbed her clit. Unf. So much awesome.
In the background, the music continued, unnoticed: “You give me just a taste so I want more… Now my hands are bleeding and my knees are raw… Cos now you've got me crawlin' crawlin' on the floor…”
Suddenly, he sat back and pulled his uniform roughly over his head. Fingers over her mouth, Polina watched him stripping feeling like she was looking at something she wasn’t supposed to and oh, she was so bad! He’d barely pulled his pants off before he was back, heavy and warm like a big blanket and brushing up against her -
‘Wait!’ She said, pushing against his chest with both hands. ‘Wait!’
Looking pained, Doctor McCoy awkwardly shifted onto his right side, leaning on an arm to give her a bit of breathing room. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asked, looking quite concerned.
Cupping her hands protectively over her private bits, Polina swung the leg not being pinned by his hip up till her ankle was by her head. ‘Stockings,’ She said, emphasizing the word for the evil that it was, ‘They are still on.’
He gave her a heated look, ‘Can you keep them on? I kinda like them.’
‘Nyet!’ She said sharply, swinging the leg she’d brought up and pointedly shoving him in the chest, ‘They are itchy! I think I am allergic!’
Chuckling, he drew a foot up in one hand, his other unsnapped the garters, and then did the same to the other. With quick, practiced moves, he pulled one and then the other down her legs and disposed of them over his shoulder. ‘Happy?’ He asked, with an amused smile.
Polina grinned, ‘Da. Now this thing.’
Bending over her, Doctor McCoy raised one critical eyebrow before catching the garter belt between his teeth, and pulling. Oh, her eyes fluttered half-close as she felt her wetness grow, his breath ghosting over her inner thighs, his hands lifting her legs up as he pulled it off with his mouth, all the way - thighs, ankles and knees.
‘So totally awesome…’ She whispered, before blushing hard. Shit, she didn’t mean to say that out loud! She ducked her head when he gave her a bemused glance.
Reaching behind her under the pillow, Polina withdrew the small batch of tabs she’d found in his bedside. She pressed one to her collar and felt a tiny prick as it dug in. ‘Doctor,’ She said, holding one out for him, ‘May I…?’
He settled over her, hot between her thighs and clasped her hand to his collar. There was hardly a sound as it went in and started circulating in his bloodstream. ‘Very good, Ensign, safe sex is the way to go.’ He said, in the same cordial tone of voice he used when he was checking her abrasions, setting her dislocated shoulder, and performing an examination, light in one hand, two fingers touching her where no one ought to without explicit consent. She shuddered involuntarily.
‘Tell me, for my mental health, that you’ve done this before.’ Doctor McCoy asked in a husky voice between little kisses along her jaw and the splay of her collar bones.
‘Yes,’ She said, a little nervous. Well she had. Just maybe, not this. Also, the nurse dress, the lacy underwear, the ancient leg wear, and - she blushed - throwing herself around like a- well, let’s just say it would have totally blown if he’d made her wear that bathrobe and walk back to her room. At her affirmation, he nodded against her stomach and sucked on a stretch of skin just above her belly button. She opened her mouth and laugh, because that tickled, especially when he rubbed his stubble against her skin. His fingers, never stopping, pressed against her entrance and slipped inside. She bit her aleady-tender lower lip to muffle her whimpers and arched right off the bed.
So totally awe-some.
Rating: Adult
Pairing: girl!Chekov/McCoy (oh for the love of - WHY??)
Beta: None - so sorry for the errors
Warnings: genderswitch, teen girl speak, nurse kink, stripping, lacy panties, silly giggly smut?
Notes: for this prompt on the kink meme: my girl!Chekov is such a hussy - I don’t know what happened to her, space-sickness?? I didn’t really take myself seriously writing this, and it’s another case of “SHIT what did I smoke?” so yeah enjoy and please laugh as you're reading
Disclaimer: they don't belong to me, they're not real, and I certainly made no money
The good Doctor entered at a brisk pace and hurried to the bathroom, scrubbing his already clean hands at the sink before he even realized she was there. She took a deep breath and put down her data pad, quickly saving her work - finally! She thought his shift would never end. His eyes widened as they caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She waved enthusiastically and greeted him a bright happy smile.
‘What in Heaven’s -!’ He spun around to confront her. Ugh, why so unhappy!
Polina Chekova leant back on an elbow and crossed her legs for effect, trying to be cool. ‘You like?’
His eyebrows rose as his eyes cut from her head to her feet, pausing along the way at her cleavage and the little flash of pink lacy underwear that the tiny nurse’s dress couldn’t manage to cover. She picked at the garter strap rubbing against her inner left thigh with her pinky finger and had to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing when she heard something that sounded suspiciously like coughing.
‘Um,’ Doctor McCoy cleared his throat, eyes carefully averted, ‘Ensign, what are you, ah, oh hell, good God how did you get in here! I locked my door!’ Oh that was the easy part; the hard part were these stupid garters and stockings! ‘And just what do you think you’re doing in my quarters, dressed like, like - like that!’
‘Because it is for fun.’ At his confused expression, she rolled her eyes and wriggled a little closer to the edge of his bed, ‘Last week we were talking at shore leave, and you said that you like girls who can -‘
‘I know what I said, Ensign.’ Doctor McCoy snapped, glaring at her in a mixture of embarrassment and horror, ‘I didn’t mean - I didn’t think, that you would, you know…’ He grumbled in an irritated tone, gesturing at her before his eyes went back to examining his side shelf. She grinned, feeling a little thrill as he closed his eyes and started shaking his head side to side, obviously affected. Awe-some!
‘But you like it, yes? You must see me dance!’
That got his attention. He gave her a wary look, ‘Dance?’
‘Yes, yes,’ Polina beamed, ‘I did ballet. I am flexible.’ She rolled onto her knees, and bent back till her body was folded upon itself and he had a very clear view up her dress. Getting into position, she deftly did a back flip, bringing her legs up in a graceful swing till she’d done a third quarter revolution and was back on her hands and knees, breathing a little heavier from the small exertion. She smiled proudly and did a little curtsey on her knees. ‘Ta-da!’
Doctor McCoy pointedly ignored her and was riffling noisily through his closet. She rolled her eyes again; that was just not polite, and really, he was being very difficult! If she wasn’t so turned on by a man with good strong hands, she’d be cross with the way he patronized her. Not awesome, Doctor, so not awesome.
‘Ensign, take off that ridiculous outfit-‘ He ordered, rudely throwing a bathrobe at her face; Polina sputtered in indignation, ‘-and return to your room! It’s inappropriate for you to be looking like a- like a-‘ His eyes flew to the little scrap of pink he saw peeking out from between her thighs, and he swallowed thickly, eyes quickly going back to staring at the floor, ‘Like a lady of the ah, evening…‘
‘A what!’ Polina stared at him and forgot that she was supposed to be seductive not to mention unhappy that he’d just throw a bathrobe - at her face! She giggled and collapsed limbless on the bed. She’d never been called something like that before! It made her feel important and sort of really sexy - it was kind of awesome!
He pointed a finger at her and shook his head, even more annoyed. ‘There ain’t nothing funny about the way you’re dressed, Ensign! You change out of that ridiculous outfit right this damn minute, you hear!’
Polina rolled her eyes and wondered what was it about being seventeen that made him so afraid of her, and did he have to speak to her like she was a little girl?! It was so not awesome and fucking humiliating. She felt an unwelcome flush of self-consciousness creep across her skin like pins and needles.
‘Fine,’ She said sharply, rising up on her knees and roughly undoing the top three buttons of her nurse’s uniform, exposing her pink lacy bra. If he was going to be difficult, then she was going to be difficult! A little girl, well, she’ll show him just how fucking grown up she was!
‘What are you doing- no! Polina! No!’ He stammered, his eyes going round.
‘I am-‘ She spat, undoing all of the buttons and shrugging the flimsy little dress off her shoulders, ‘-doing what you asked me to do, Doctor. I am taking off my ridiculous outfit!’ Polina flung the nurse’s outfit down on the floor and glared at him, breathing a little faster from the force she’d used in her throw.
‘And now,’ She said in a cool voice, sliding to the edge of the bed and standing up in her bra, panties and stockings. ‘I am going to my room, as you said!’ She gave him a little coy wave and headed for the door, shoulders back and spine straight, ‘Bye-bye, Doctor, enjoy your evening.’
Doctor McCoy grabbed her by the arm and wrenched her back. ‘You are not going out in the corridors looking like that!’ He growled, looking absolutely furious. For a moment, she honestly thought he was going to going to put her over his knee and spank her. She blinked, not sure if this was arousing or frightening. He must have thought she was afraid because his expression softened, ‘You, ah, forgot your shoes and- and- Polina, you know this ain’t proper behavior!’
Proper? Proper? What she knew was that he liked her and he was being a - what did the Captain say - a dick! Facing him, she slid both her hands up his undershirt, feeling little coarse hairs on his chest slide against her fingertips. He shifted uncomfortably but didn’t pull away. Well, that was a start.
‘Because,’ Polina said sharply leaning closer and mouthing his earlobe. He went deathly still. ‘I like to get naked.’ Feeling just a little vindictive, she bit him in the ear.
‘Ow!’
Polina glanced down at his warm hands that had shot out in reflex to the shock, curving over her breasts. She felt a little stir in her lower belly as the skin across her breasts pimpled at the sensation of warm flesh. She took deep breath and wondered when she’d gotten so cold. Brrrrrr. And wow, these lacy things really did feel nice when she was all sensitive. And then there were his hands. She grinned brightly and pushed her breasts up into his palms. Hmm, this was totally awesome.
‘Doctor?’
He had his eyes squeezed shut and seemed to be muttering something unintelligible out of the corner of his mouth. Shrugging to herself, she ran her fingertips along his waist then slipped them down the front of his pants without adieu. He yelped and stumbled back like she’d bitten him there. Oh, she bit the inside of her mouth and tried not to laugh, ohhhh… Doctor Leonard McCoy, she grinned, you are a liar!
‘Polina,’ He glared at her, ‘If you don’t remove your hand right this moment, I swear-‘
She wrapped her fingers around his erection and stroked. He threw his head back and moaned between clenched teeth. It sounded rather painful, but from the way he was pushing against her, he totally loved it!
‘What?’ She asked, feeling incredibly awesome, ‘If I don’t remove my hand, what do you swear?’
His answer was to back her towards the bed. Polina laughed and tumbled onto the mussed covers, loving the bounce. Quickly, she wriggled to make some room for him, and felt her breath hitch when he crawled over her, hands warm and heavy and sliding up from her ankles to her inner thighs, so good even through the material of the itchy (and frankly stupid) stockings. She lied back and threw her arms out in abandon, arching her spine as his fingers burrowed along the little frilled edge of her panties and his tongue caressed the silky bit that clung to her, already moist. Oh…
‘Wait.’ She breathed, a little overwhelmed, ‘Wait.’
Doctor McCoy stopped almost immediately, pulling back with concern on his face. No he wasn’t! No backing out! No fair! She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him up for a deep kiss. He tasted like - like - she caressed his tongue with hers: Doctor McCoy tasted of pecan pie. Quickly she changed their position, rolling him onto his back. He was looking up at her like he’d never seen her before. She smiled and bit her lower lip, a little embarrassed but oh so happy. He made her feel so bad - she wanted to do so many bad things and say ‘fuck’ till even Mr. Scott wanted to run away.
‘You like?’ She asked, her elbow on his collar, chin perched atop her hand. She tilted back her shoulder so nothing was hidden, and checked that the little nurse’s cap was still pinned in place. It was - what did Doctor McCoy like to say - “sitting pretty”. Then she smiled demurely and let him take a good long “visual examination”.
He gave her a look full of promise - just you wait, his dark eyes said. Oh f-un! Sitting up, she clapped her hands twice and the music started. Feeling equally embarrassed and outrageously sexy, she swayed her hips, grounding herself against him, threw her head back and rolled with the coo of the bass. Her hips never stopping, she dragged her hands from her legs, over her hips, along her belly and then over her own breasts. Suddenly she stilled, a flutter going through her stomach. Her bra was supposed to come off now, and then - her insides trembled.
Feeling a little shy with all the attention, she covered her breasts with her left arm, while her right hand went behind and unclasped it. It sprang loose easily, and slowly, with a heady anticipation, she hunched her shoulders and drew it off. Doctor McCoy took a deep breath, moaning low in his throat, eyes never leaving her. She grinned and with a little laugh, bit down on her lower lip and draped it over his face. His face tilted upwards as he nuzzled up into the lacy cup - she barely held back from laughing. That was kind of… silly.
Still covering herself but more confident, she took one of his hands and placed it against her ribs. Touch me, she urged silently with her eyes. His fingertips drew little uneven circles and then crept upwards… Polina gave a breathy whimper and let his hand slide under hers, till they were cupping her right breast together. So… totally… awesome!
With a surprised mewl, she suddenly found herself on her back, being pressed into the mattress. She met his eyes, startled at the feeling of his hardness pressing so insistently between her legs. This time he kissed her intently, slow and wet. She savored it; practicing with your girlfriends just was not the same. The music became muffled and distant, background noise to her internal chaos, full of urges and desires and feelings she didn’t even know she had. Taking one of his hands, she slid it down to her hip.
‘The panties come off if you undo the laces.’ She whispered.
He raised his head from where he’d been busy kissing her neck and glared at her, ‘You are gonna be the death of-!’ He growled before just staring at her, shaking his head. She smiled and shrugged. Well it was all or nothing - and she was a perfectionist. Polina squirmed as he licked a long ticklish stripe down to her left breast. Ugh, it felt so weird and so good. She closed her eyes and thrust her hips up, matching him strength for strength as she felt his fingers roughly tug at the tie at her hip. He’d barely gotten her panties down and pulled them free before he thrust his hand between her thighs, fingers stroking her wetness, making her hiss with the way he thumbed her clit. Unf. So much awesome.
In the background, the music continued, unnoticed: “You give me just a taste so I want more… Now my hands are bleeding and my knees are raw… Cos now you've got me crawlin' crawlin' on the floor…”
Suddenly, he sat back and pulled his uniform roughly over his head. Fingers over her mouth, Polina watched him stripping feeling like she was looking at something she wasn’t supposed to and oh, she was so bad! He’d barely pulled his pants off before he was back, heavy and warm like a big blanket and brushing up against her -
‘Wait!’ She said, pushing against his chest with both hands. ‘Wait!’
Looking pained, Doctor McCoy awkwardly shifted onto his right side, leaning on an arm to give her a bit of breathing room. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asked, looking quite concerned.
Cupping her hands protectively over her private bits, Polina swung the leg not being pinned by his hip up till her ankle was by her head. ‘Stockings,’ She said, emphasizing the word for the evil that it was, ‘They are still on.’
He gave her a heated look, ‘Can you keep them on? I kinda like them.’
‘Nyet!’ She said sharply, swinging the leg she’d brought up and pointedly shoving him in the chest, ‘They are itchy! I think I am allergic!’
Chuckling, he drew a foot up in one hand, his other unsnapped the garters, and then did the same to the other. With quick, practiced moves, he pulled one and then the other down her legs and disposed of them over his shoulder. ‘Happy?’ He asked, with an amused smile.
Polina grinned, ‘Da. Now this thing.’
Bending over her, Doctor McCoy raised one critical eyebrow before catching the garter belt between his teeth, and pulling. Oh, her eyes fluttered half-close as she felt her wetness grow, his breath ghosting over her inner thighs, his hands lifting her legs up as he pulled it off with his mouth, all the way - thighs, ankles and knees.
‘So totally awesome…’ She whispered, before blushing hard. Shit, she didn’t mean to say that out loud! She ducked her head when he gave her a bemused glance.
Reaching behind her under the pillow, Polina withdrew the small batch of tabs she’d found in his bedside. She pressed one to her collar and felt a tiny prick as it dug in. ‘Doctor,’ She said, holding one out for him, ‘May I…?’
He settled over her, hot between her thighs and clasped her hand to his collar. There was hardly a sound as it went in and started circulating in his bloodstream. ‘Very good, Ensign, safe sex is the way to go.’ He said, in the same cordial tone of voice he used when he was checking her abrasions, setting her dislocated shoulder, and performing an examination, light in one hand, two fingers touching her where no one ought to without explicit consent. She shuddered involuntarily.
‘Tell me, for my mental health, that you’ve done this before.’ Doctor McCoy asked in a husky voice between little kisses along her jaw and the splay of her collar bones.
‘Yes,’ She said, a little nervous. Well she had. Just maybe, not this. Also, the nurse dress, the lacy underwear, the ancient leg wear, and - she blushed - throwing herself around like a- well, let’s just say it would have totally blown if he’d made her wear that bathrobe and walk back to her room. At her affirmation, he nodded against her stomach and sucked on a stretch of skin just above her belly button. She opened her mouth and laugh, because that tickled, especially when he rubbed his stubble against her skin. His fingers, never stopping, pressed against her entrance and slipped inside. She bit her aleady-tender lower lip to muffle her whimpers and arched right off the bed.
So totally awe-some.