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.