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oh my god i can't believe we're actually doing this XD

Uhura could feel the eyes on the back of her neck. Literally. It was a warm and slightly tingling sensation. Odd. She supposed she shouldn't really be surprised, though. She was new, and a Terran was a curiosity in the court. Her skin was unique, her hair was unique, and she was the only female available for observation.

The warm, tingling sensation moved to her shoulder and then, rather abruptly, down to her ass. Oh hell no. "If you'll excuse me," she said with perfect inflection and a flawless accent, turning gracefully even in the ridiculous shoes. "It is time for My Lord's daily--" Daily what? "Exercise. I must be there, in case he should he require anything of me." Perfect. Bones could do pushups and she could stand with a towel at the ready for brow mopping. Worst. Planetary. Excursion. Ever.

With a curtsy made slightly more awkward by the fact that the warm tingling sensation was now moving between her breasts, Uhura turned down the corridor on her right and made her way to McCoy's temporary quarters. She could still feel the damn eyes, and she knocked sharply before letting herself in to the room. The walls were partially translucent in places, but at least with the barrier of the glass she wouldn't have to feel the stare any more.

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Oh yes, that was so much better. The tremors of her first orgasm were just tapering off, finally getting to a place where her breath stopped catching with every thrust, and her body was already building pressure for the next. The heat was prickling along her skin and winding through her limbs and coiling in her belly. The stretch and the ache and the rough pad of Jim's thumb. Like McCoy's, in that it wasn't her own, but different. She could feel the difference.

She didn't want to kill Jim. Not really. Just a little death, in the fashion of the French. Uhura took charge in the bedroom, but she was just as willing to give it up. Someone had to take it from her, though. If someone wanted to call the shots they had to overcome her. Few men tried, which might have been a bad thing if not for the fact that she was currently getting exactly what she wanted.

Short-term goal. Still with the rocking. It seemed to be doing more than all right so far. She could feel the change in Jim - pressed so tightly against the length of his body, it was sort of impossible not to. She could hear it in his voice.

Uhura stopped tonguing and nipping at his neck to blow lightly in his ear. She hitched herself up against his body a little higher, wrapping her legs tightly to pull McCoy with her. McCoy, such a powder keg. Surprising, to say the least. She'd never have expected this from him, but that was something she'd think about later, when he wasn't drilling her against Jim and making light spark at the edges of her vision.

She kissed and licked her way up Jim's neck, to the corner of his mouth. "Captain?" It made him turn his head just far enough, and she caught that bottom lip between her teeth, worrying it briefly before slipping her tongue past it, the same flick and press and roll, but now against his tongue, in his mouth, and she moaned while she did, nipping at whatever was between her teeth each time McCoy slammed her back against Jim's body.

When Uhura shifted up, the change in angle made sparks dance across McCoy's vision, temporarily blinding him as he tried to keep it at that angle, needing it like he needed to fucking breathe. He wanted, wanted Uhura's tight heat gripping him, Jim's hand around him (so kinky, so filthy, but so hot), the slip and slide and give of her body and his captain's, part of his brain wondering if Jim was going to come in his own pants and remembering what it was like to be with another person, god, fucking finally.

It was questionable if he understood, or even heard, Kirk's words, so focused was he on the incredibly sexy tableau before him. Who knew what wantonness lay just under Uhura's cool composed exterior, and what Jim's face looked like as she took control of the kiss. He was right, they were both beautiful: golden and mocha, brown and blue, black and gold. It wouldn't be long, he could tell; his balls were drawing up tight and he was losing his regular rhythm.

Jim wondered how she even kept it together; the girl could multi-task like nobody's business and he thought he was good. She was going to make him come in his pants and god help him, he was going to let her. There was more where that came from, and from the look of things these two weren't going to slow down anytime soon. Besides, there was plenty to occupy him while his dick recovered.

He pressed back against her ass, moaning now in earnest though it was swallowed by her mouth, her amazing tongue working him as surely as he was working her clit. He arched, looking for the right amount of pressure in his own pants without losing their position on the desk. He could feel McCoy tightening under his fingers, flicked his fingers over his balls and kept up his explorations of where they joined.

Bones was watching them, cranky repressed wonderful Bones, and Jim gave him a show. Nothing for show, of course; just his unrestrained responses, wanton and needy. Time enough later to torture them.

This was not what he'd imagined back in Riverside. It was so much better to wait for weird alien pheromones.

Uhura would have blown his mind in Riverside, if he'd managed to somehow find the perfect combination of behaviour to get her to go home with him without ruining it. At that point in his life she probably would have been the best he'd ever had. Hell, she could still probably give that list a run for its money. She'd been riding the high of accomplishment, and she'd loved that there was a brain under all that scruff and stubble. Of course, then he'd gone and gotten his ass kicked all up and down the place, and that had been the end of that.

Jim's fingers knew exactly what they were doing, they didn't need her help. She let go of his hand, of herself and of Bones, and she reached around behind Jim. Her fingers slipped through that open panel and dug into his ass even as hers continued to work toward the rapidly approaching goal of getting him off.

Her new position gave her less ability to hold herself steady. Every thrust from McCoy pushed her that much harder against Jim. Every time she slid back down Jim's body it changed the angle, just slightly, and she started to come. She sucked Jim's tongue into her mouth hard, swirling hers around it, pressing and rolling along the side of it, screaming just a little. Not there yet, but so close. Starting. Her stomache pulled in tightly, and the muscles in her thighs started quivering again, her body contracting around McCoy, almost softly, but rhythmically. The build-up. This was going to be fucking amazing.

Uhura broke the kiss to breathe, but she didn't give up on Jim entirely, nipping at his lips, flicking her tongue against the corner of his mouth while she gasped for air. "I'm gonna come," she growled, hissing and then moaning as a heel in his back tried to pull McCoy in deeper each time.

"So fucking close," she breathed against Jim's skin, her voice low and husky and full of sex and promise. Her fingers kneaded his ass and she ground down against him, drawing Bones in deeper as she did, greedy for every inch of him and the firework feeling of her own body gripping him in waves. "You first," she demanded, taking Jim's mouth again, biting and sucking and taking control roughly and without hesitation or apology. He'd insisted that he wanted her for such a long time, and if Uhura was going to give in to that lust, she was doing it on her own terms.

Edited (broken icon) 2012-02-16 07:01 (UTC)

"I have to fuckin' wait?" McCoy demanded, even as he fucked Uhura deeper now, pressing further inside of her, the head of his dick rubbing up or near her g-spot with every thrust. He paused for a moment, head tipping back as she clenched around him and God, she felt so fucking good he thought his head might explode. "Didn't - didn't realize there was an orgasm queue."

The sarcasm actually ran on autopilot, because there was no way there was enough blood in his brain to have actually put those words together into a coherent sentence. After that, he groaned again, moving against her harder, faster, less and less regularly. If there was a fucking queue, then Jim had better hurry up, because this wasn't gonna last much longer. His eyes flicked up, taking in his captain's face.

It was hard to tell what got to him more. There was almost too much sensation, but he was Jim Fucking Kirk and he could take anything they could dish out. That it was these two people doing the dishing, though, was almost enough in and of itself.

Then there was Uhura's hand, insinuating things behind him; Bones hard under his fingers, and her too where she was swollen and aroused and ready; the sounds Uhura made, the ones he swallowed as greedily as her tongue.

But really, there was no way to withstand the double-shot of her unapologetic command--surprising and sexy and irresistible--and McCoy's dark eyes drinking him in in a way Jim had never imagined was possible. Not to mention fucking "queue," what the fuck was that? Why was that even hot?

Because it was Bones, Bones fucking watching him as he pounded into Uhura on top of him, pressed against Jim and trapped between them as Jim himself was even more trapped by her. (The bendiness, that was something else, it deserved further exploration, but not now, not now.)

It was all this just as much, if not more than, the actual stimulation of the slide of her over his cock and fuck, he didn't want control. Not of this.

"Fuck," he shouted, biting at Uhura's lips, mouth falling open and forehead against her as he stared wide-eyed at Bones and came, fingers working them both even as he ground against her ass, warm heat spreading without apology as he shot.

She'd made him come in his pants. Well, she and McCoy. Nyota Uhura and Leonard McCoy had made Captain James T. Kirk the Ever Ready come in his pants. Everything she knew about Kirk, his attitude and his callousness, all his boasting stories thrown about so easily and with such great detail to anyone who wanted to hear them. She was going to be a dirty joke told in hushed whispers hours after they got back. When this inevitably worked its way around the ship, when the reputation she'd spent such a long time carefully building was in shreds at her feet and the humiliation made her want to crawl into a hole and die, she would at least be able to say that she was good enough to make Kirk come in his pants. She'd have something to throw right back at him, and she could pretend it didn't hurt. If she was destined to be known as a slut and a joke, an easy lay, at least she'd be the best easy lay in the fucking universe. She would worry about that later. She couldn't change it - not now, and since she couldn't change it, she might as well enjoy it before she had to pay the price.

She was mostly just glad it had happened at all, that he'd been close enough to let go, because even with her insane amounts of supposed self control, it was only seconds before McCoy finished pushing her over the edge for a second time. She didn't scream, but she whimpered and gasped. It sounded almost like crying, the edge was so sharp, so good that it almost hurt. Deeper than the first one, more complete, drawing on her entire body and pulling her down to a place where the entire world was dipped in honey.

This was what finally left Kirk free to move, because the hand on the desk, the one that was trapping him, moved to clutch at the back of Bones' shirt instead. She stopped pressing back against one man so she could pull herself closer to the other. Her legs wrapped around McCoy's hips like a vice, trapping Jim's hand between them. If he wanted to move he was going to have to take her with him, because she wasn't letting go. She couldn't. The same impulses that had her repeatedly tightening around his cock had the rest of her muscles similarly contracting. When she pulled him in, it was with her whole body. She bit his neck, right above the collar, muffling the desperate, needy noises she was making as she rocked against him.

The coiling pressure, the gradual tightening of sensation just behind her navel, it twisted until it broke, and then it rushed over her, intense and hot in the wake of so many years being denied. "Don't stop," she gasped against McCoy's skin. As though he could. As though anything either of them could do would stop her body from taking what it needed. "So fucking good." She rocked her hips in time with the pulse as her body tried to draw him in deeper with each spasm, slick heat almost pulling against him even though there was nowhere else to go. Lips and teeth and tongue, demanding and sure, along the line of his jaw to his mouth. No one was kissing her unless she made them. That was all right. She'd make them. Uhura didn't know what she was looking for, what she wanted, except for more. Her mind was gone and her skin was electric and her nerves were on fire and she wanted hours of this, days of this.

Edited (broken icon) 2012-02-16 07:04 (UTC)

...oh holy shit he'd just watched Jim Kirk come in his pants. Now, of all the things that Leonard McCoy had in his brain, Jim's and Uhura's faces when they climaxed were two more things, tucked alongside everything else, but he had a feeling this wasn't going to be as easy to set aside as twentieth century medical practice. He groaned low, and then Uhura was clenching around him - not just around his dick, but around his waist, his shoulders, his -

" - fuck!" She was biting him and it sent lightning down his spine and straight into his cock, making it twitch inside of her, and his hands clenched on the desk and grabbed for her hips, for Jim, for something to keep him anchored down because he was probably going to fucking explode. Moaning again, he caught her lips as they sought his own, less kissing her back than just needing a place to muffle his own desperate panting as the pressure building up at his spine snapped and he spilled inside of her, still pounding pounding pounding into her as much as she'd let him.

Jim had no intention of spreading this around the ship. Oh, maybe in his youth he's told as much as kissed, and maybe he wasn't the most discrete of people. But he had a reputation, too. And god help him, finally seeing Uhura like this was not something he was going to waste on idle ship's gossip, anyway. No, he was going to treasure it, along with the sounds Bones was making now. He'd grown up, a little. Some things were best kept to oneself. Or, you know, shared with two other really hot people.

Now, if someone spread rumors about Jim Kirk, that was not his fault.

He didn't take the opportunity to get away, of course, but only moved with her, flattening himself to her back, his hand stuck between them, riding out her climax as the aftershocks of his own. They were both occupied with each other's mouths so he bit down again on her shoulder, nibbled her neck, sucked kisses onto the back of it as his free hand snaked around to grab McCoy.

McCoy couldn't move much, but what movement he did have God what it was doing to her. Still trying to pound her back into Kirk, and she was so tight and hyper aware that she could actually feel him losing the last of his control.

Jim's teeth and lips on her neck, his chest against her bare back, skin to skin, McCoy inside her, twitching as he strained to get even deeper, his hands looking for purchase on her hips, it all blended together. So good, and not just because it had been such a long time. A little bit because it had been such a long time, but not entirely.

Uhura was completely incapable of letting go until she'd finished riding it out. Her body just wouldn't cooperate. It was on auto-pilot, and even after she finally, finally calmed enough to release McCoy, part of her didn't want to. Mostly because she was certain she couldn't stand up. This was going to be embarrassing.

But she had to breathe. Her head dropped back against Kirk's shoulder as she sucked in great gulps of air and tried not to jump at the feeling of his teeth. She let go of his neck first, reaching behind her to try and find something else to hold on to as her legs dropped from around his waist, feet not quite touching the ground. "...Holy shit." There didn't seem to be much else to say.

Edited (broken icon) 2012-02-16 07:05 (UTC)

It was only sheer bloody-minded determination on McCoy's part that kept him from collapsing into a pile of goo on the floor. Firstly, collapsing wasn't really behavior in keeping with the role the aliens had assigned him (even if it had ended the longest fucking dry spell ever), and secondly, if he went down, the lieutenant probably went down too, and if Commander Spock was already going to kill him for sleeping with her, he'd kill him even harder for giving her a concussion, too. He did tremble though, his knees feeling weak, and his head dropped forward onto Uhura's neck and shoulder as he fought for breath.

"Eloquent as always," he grunted out, sarcasm still running on autopilot. In anyone else, an afterglow this intense would have triggered visions of bunnies and rainbows, but in Leonard McCoy, it just triggered drawling, slightly slurry, and less acerbic sarcasm.

Jim wouldn't have let her fall. But now it seemed like he was supporting them both, almost, which at least distracted from the mess in his pants. He felt no shame for that, for the record--this whole mission was turning out awesome and he was pretty sure it wasn't over. He wasn't, anyway. And oh, as long as these two were as wanton and willing, he was going to take advantage.

In a purely consensual sort of way, of course.

Jim nuzzled the side of Uhura's face, whatever he could reach without dislodging her. It was, perhaps, an odd gesture for someone with his reputation but he wasn't interested in his reputation. He was interested in these fascinating creatures who had, mere hours ago, been unreachable visions in the shape of his friend and crewmate. He drew his legs together, as best he could with McCoy between them, to give Uhura some relief from their position. And the hand that wasn't holding tight to the woman on his lap crept up to weave its fingers through Bones' hair, the three of them connected just as tightly as before.

"She's off-duty," he declared in a murmur, eyes drifting shut as he inhaled deeply. "We're all off-duty, 'cause I say so. God, you... You're amazing."

His fingers tightened on both of them, as if afraid they wouldn't understand the plural. His voice had lost the cocky edge, for once, and he sounded merely awe-struck.

"Amazing."

He thought they might fall if they moved now, but they'd have to, soon, and he'd guide them. Unless his legs had fallen asleep.

Uhura knocked the side of Bones' leg with her foot at his sarcasm, but it wasn't exactly unexpected, and she didn't want to waste brain power trying to come up with something snippy to say back. Wasn't necessary. She had done plenty of communicating in a sufficiently eloquent manner - body language. They all had.

The nuzzling caught her off guard. It was an extremely odd gesture. Odd enough that she nuzzled back automatically, turning her face into him and letting herself enjoy the gentle comfort while her brain took leave and forgot just who it was offering it. Her cheek slid against his skin, her lips pressed softly anywhere they could reach.

When McCoy's head hit her other shoulder, Uhura's brain had started the process of reacting to it. It took a while, though, and when her hand came up to run its fingers through his hair, Jim's was already there. It was a brief flare of similarity - her hand on top of his guiding him down to touch them both, but this was innocent. As innocent as anything could be given that she was basically naked on top of Jim with McCoy still inside her. So... not all that innocent, really.

She almost didn't recognize the voice that spoke. He sounded... different. Very different. Genuine. Uhura didn't think she'd ever heard Jim Kirk sound genuine before. It was just as surprising as the incredible sex that they were all still recovering from. "We need..." There were so many ways to finish that sentence. Having their heads examined was near the top of the list. - not the thing that Uhura wanted most right now. "A bigger piece of furniture." More. What she wanted most right now was more.

Leonard definitely smirked into Uhura's shoulder when he felt her kick him, because he deserved it and had been expecting it. Hell, he probably deserved worse, being so sarcastic in a situation that did not warrant sarcasm. Then again, he was sarcastic in every situation, so whatever. It took too much damn effort to care: he was too caught up in his afterglow, too caught up in Jim's and Uhura's hands in his hair. People rarely played with it, so having two at once made his spine feel like jelly made of sunshine. Jim's comment surprised him, and his brow furrowed slightly, unsure how to react. He sounded genuine, and it had been amazing, but ... had to be the afterglow talking.

"Bed," he grunted, then pushed himself slowly away from Uhura, checking her condition with the practiced eye of a doctor. "'S big. You okay to walk, Lieutenant?"

Edited 2011-04-24 21:51 (UTC)

Happily, Jim totally missed their surprise. He was too busy going over all the things he wanted to do to them, the way the different textures felt under his fingers. It wasn't like Jim Kirk was incapable of tenderness. Just not about stupid stuff. Like, stuff not about sex. (Though neither had seen him with a puppy, so that was still an open question.)

Either way, he was nearly giddy with them, and the suggestion seemed very, very smart. Not least because he was getting wet and sticky and while it was unpleasant, part of him wasn't objecting to wet and soft and was indicating it might yet be interested.

With Bones moving away, he shifted, trying to make sure Uhura had the freedom to move if indeed she could, at this point. Still, it would be pretty sexy to carry her.

"Why are you asking her?" he asked, and it was the old Jim Kirk again, demanding to be the center of attention. "I was the one holding you two up." But he shifted her across his lap, easing one arm under her knees and sliding to his feet. Which, miraculously, held them both. It would be an easy thing for Uhura to slip free of him, of course, but Jim liked the gesture. It was manly.

"Of course I can walk." Which, all right, she didn't know if that was true. And now that Kirk was carrying her and having no problem with it, she didn't want to have him set her down and not be able to stand. Which was a possibility. Especially considering that her body was still jumping with little aftershocks every fifteen seconds or so. "He's asking because he's polite." Which was kind of hilarious, given the situation. Nice to know that if she ever wanted Bones to act like a gentleman all she had to do was let him fuck her against the nearest available hard surface.

So, she'd insisted that she could walk, and now she needed a reason for Jim to not want to let her. She turned into his body, arm around his shoulders and fingers in his hair, scraping and twisting and generally being rough and demanding, and she returned her mouth to his neck and the start of a rather nice bruise she had going, the skin blotchy and dark and littered with teethmarks. Her other hand scratching down his bare chest, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough for her nails to leave four red lines behind them.

Edited (broken icon) 2012-02-16 07:06 (UTC)

"I'm not bein' polite," McCoy corrected her irritably, watching as Jim gathered her up like a little girl. "Just sensible. I don't know what kind of medical equipment they have on this planet, and neither of you are in any fit state to beam back to the ship."

...said the guy who was still exposed. But at least his shirt wasn't half off and he still had on underwear. His eyes went back to Uhura's mouth as she began to attack Jim's neck and chest, his breath hitching in his throat. Even now, two climaxes later, she was a wildcat. This was going to be a hell of an evening.

"Who's going back to the ship?" Jim said vaguely, arching his neck to give Uhura even more license to make marks he'd never be able to walk on the bridge sporting. He still had his pants on, tight except where the back flap was half-open, and they stuck when he walked over to the bed, eying McCoy with lust-hazy eyes along the way. Irritable Bones couldn't fool him. He'd seen him, balls-deep in Uhura, and looking for all the world like he wanted to eat Jim up.

Jim wanted nothing more than to give him the chance. Maybe do some nibbling of his own. He watched McCoy watch them, and smirked a little when McCoy noticed him noticing, just so he'd know. He'd seen.

He tossed Uhura onto the bed, not ungently but with enough force to express he was serious, and in another moment he was on her, pants stretched uncomfortably tight again as he straddled her and started licking and sucking his way down, trying to dislodge her clothing as he went.

She was about to protest being thrown onto the bed, even if it hadn't hurt and even if it was where she wanted to be, because she was not a sack of potatoes. But then Jim was on her and his hands and his lips and oh God yes they were going to go again, which was good, because she wanted to be going again right now.

She moaned and arched her back, hands first in his hair and then sliding along his shoulders down to her own body, up her neck and under her hair and reaching for the fastenings of her dress. Fastening, really - just the one. Undone with a twist of her fingers and leaving the two loose strips of black that covered her chest free for Jim to peel away from her skin.

Back to Jim, to the shirt he was still half wearing and the earnest effort to get it off of him. Her legs slid against one another, bending at the knee and pressing against him, heat already pooling between her legs again. She didn't know where McCoy was. Back by the desk? When Jim's head moved low enough for her to look around, she did, eyes dark and intense, tongue coming out to lick swollen lips hungrily as she found him. Just standing there, still mostly dressed and staring at the two of them.

Uhura met his eyes, arched even higher against Jim's mouth, and moaned, still staring at Bones as she reached down with deliberate slowness and ran her fingers along the quickly reappearing bulge in Jim's pants.

Edited (broken icon) 2012-02-16 07:07 (UTC)

...oh, fuck, that was hot. It should not, he decided, have been that hot, to watch Jim and Uhura making out like horny teenagers, but they were both getting undressed at each other, and now, now - Uhura was staring at him as they made out and groped each other and McCoy felt like his knees were turning into water. He couldn't stop looking at those big dark eyes, locked on his, practically black with her lust.

He wanted, he thought, more of that, and he walked over and sank onto the bed by them, almost like he was in a trace. Unable to resist, he reached out, too, tracing his fingers along the smooth curve of his captain's ass.

Jim was well aware she wasn't a sack of potatoes. He didn't do this with potatoes, sacked or otherwise, contrary to some of her assertions. But it was his way of answer her scratches, her teeth at his neck. He wanted this, her, now.

And she wasn't complaining, not at all, because the tug at his hair wasn't a protest, and the release of her clothing was certainly the opposite. How thoughtful of her, to leave the rest to him; Jim took his time, tonguing each breast through the fabric, sucking the nipples to hard peaks before pulling the cloth away with his teeth. He let her take off the rest of his shirt as he worked, always touching some part of her.

He pulled it further and further down, crouching there and yes, fuck, already half hard again. He'd reached his goal, tugging at the scraps of dress, bending to nip and suck at her thighs, smelling her heat and closeness, when her hand ran along his length and then, Bones began touching his ass. He bucked at the feel of it, consequently into Uhura's hand, and that set off an equal and opposite reaction pressing back into McCoy's. He needed them both closer. But this first, and really, how much more intimate could you get? He didn't stop to worry either would be disgusted--it was just fluids after all, nothing he wouldn't welcome by itself. In fact, the thought had him almost trembling in anticipation, knowing they were watching. So he scratched his fingers along her thighs, his tongue descending to sweep along her.

Jim's mouth over her dress and then his teeth - fuck, that was hot. Uhura had never had a man undress her with his teeth before. Of course, she'd never started off wearing clothing that could be removed with teeth. If she felt like being sexy, she generally just got naked. It hadn't failed her yet.

Speaking of naked. When Jim started tugging the dress (if it could even be called that now) Uhura arched and lifted off the bed so he could get it off, wiggling and bending and getting her legs out from between his, letting the length of each rub along his erection in the process. She didn't know where it was now and she didn't care, she just knew there was nothing left on her body.

The lips on her thighs, just what she'd been wanting. Uhura let her legs fall open easily, not the least bit disgusted by what Kirk obviously intended to do. Her hand went back to his hair, fingers flexing against his scalp when his tongue made contact. "Fuck, Kirk. Yesssss." A hiss and then a growl and oh if he stopped she was going to kill him. His slow journey down her body had given her time to be absolutely gagging for it again, and from his vantage point it should have been incredibly obvious.

She couldn't reach past his shoulders any more. Couldn't get her hands on his dick, but she didn't feel bad about this. When he was done with what he was doing he could fuck her. More than an even trade off. Probably pretty damn good for her, too. So basically a win all around. Except there were three of them. Kirk was all over her and Bones was... warming to the idea of wanting his best friend, but no one was touching their CMO and that was a damn shame.

Her legs were free, spread wide on either side of Jim, and she pressed one foot against McCoy's thigh, sliding it up and down and then over the top, into his lap. Not as good as her hand or her mouth, but Uhura still knew what she was doing. Her skills were many and varied.

Edited (broken icon) 2012-02-16 07:08 (UTC)

Ho-ly shit, Nyota Uhura naked as the day she was born was a sight to behold. McCoy was staring now, blatant, eyes wide and dark with desire, at her breasts, her stomach, her long legs, the hidden treasures between - it made his cock twitch again, and his hand tightened a little on Jim's ass at the little shock of pleasure.

As Jim moved down Uhura's body, McCoy's hand slid up along his back, until it was resting in his wheat-gold hair and getting in the way of Uhura's needier hands, so he moved it, shifting at the feel of Uhura's foot in his lap (weirdly hot), then moved it carefully, making it clear it wasn't a rejection of her skills. He scooted up the bed and kissed her properly, one hand tangling into her long dark hair, pulling her face closer to his so he could fuck her mouth with his tongue the way Jim was doing down below.

Jim had no intention of stopping; he was here for as long as it took, and longer, Uhura hot and winding tighter beneath his tongue. The woman was on fire, once she got going, and Jim could run on that a good long while. Wham-bam was all very well but he'd been there, done that, and he'd learned a lot since his farmboy days in Iowa.

He could taste them both on his tongue, bitter and salty and amazing, sending a shock to his dick that she was even allowing this just as their hands in his hair did. Too many hands, not enough, he wanted them all over his body, wanted more than these goddamn pants rubbing against him. He whimpered lightly at the loss of one of those hands, but then Uhura got going again with these muffled noises that had him glancing up her body as he tongued her clit hard and nearly passing out at the sight of them together again, past the soft rise of her breasts, Bones thrusting into her mouth.

Fuck, what would that look like, her caught between the two of them? There wasn't anything demeaning in the image for him, or at least, his tactical genius was supplying a hundred different scenarios many of which included him in the same position, pinned between them, because he would bet a month's shore leave that Uhura could wield a strap-on like she was born to it.

Not that he was at all disappointed with what she had, and his appreciation was long and well-practiced. When he felt her body shift, trembling a little more maybe, he added his fingers.

Uhura felt powerful and wanted and incredibly sexy. Nothing about what either man was doing made her feel the slightest bit rejected. Two gorgeous people who wanted her, and she wanted them, both of them, all over her.

McCoy was a surprise. For just a moment she was motionless against his mouth, letting him invade roughly because this wasn't just a kiss. It was an assault, and as soon as her brain caught up to it, she was just as willing to take. She knew that Jim was passionate, he didn't do anything by halves, he never knew when to quit, but to feel that kind of raw force from McCoy, it was incredible.

She let go of Jim's head to grab McCoy's, twisting her fingers in his hair, matching his aggression. Her tongue fought against his, grappling for control that she didn't care if she actually got. Uhura didn't want to dominate him, she just wanted the fight. She wanted to see more of the fire burning underneath his years and years of repression. She wanted to pull it to the surface and let it burn her up.

She also wanted more hands. She couldn't touch enough. She couldn't feel enough. Which was... a strange thing to think with Jim between her legs and McCoy kissing her possessively. With her fingers twisted in thick, dark hair, she wanted gold just as badly. She didn't have enough hands, but she did have amazing legs that bent in fantastic ways. When Jim slipped his fingers inside her she growled into Bones' mouth and hooked one of those bendy legs over Jim's shoulder, pressing against his back and arching up into him. More skin. She wanted more skin, and she released McCoy with one hand to work on the buttons of his shirt. She wanted naked.

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oh my god i can't believe we're actually doing this XD

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it appears that even in sexy fun times, not all of her brain can shut up

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sorry guys, i suck and that's sad

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