Betting on a Sure Thing, Adult, McCoy/Chapel
He loved to fuck Christine while she had her uniform skirt on. Maybe it was because the first time they'd been together it was all the fault of the damned skirt anyway. How did Starfleet expect them to get anything done at all watching legs like hers walk around all day?
Now he decided he was going to lodge an official complaint. Of course, his change in attitude might have something to do with the fact that he was the one wearing the skirt this time around.
They had made a bet. He really should have known better than to believe Jim was in anyway sensible, and betting on that kind of outcome had been foolish. Christine was gracious about it. She did let him pick between her every-days and her dress uniforms, not that it was much consolation.
The blue skirt pulled tight over his ass. He barely fit the thing. He glared at Christine's huge grin, and crossed his arms in irritation. She tilted her head and looked at him, considering.
"You know, I think I understand why you like me to leave that on. Leonard you have amazing legs."
She bit her bottom lip and that was when he changed his mind again. Maybe this wouldn't be that bad. She was sitting behind his desk, legs propped up. He could see her black panties if he looked just right, which wasn't helping the situation of the tight fit of the skirt. His erection was now very visibly tenting the fabric.
Smiling, Christine curled a finger at him, motioning for him to come closer. He moaned almost involuntarily as the fabric pulled when he walked over to her and leaned back against the desk. Grinning up at him, she pulled him back up off the desk, holding his hips in front of her. She moaned and pressed her lips to the fabric and the sound made him shiver. Her tongue darted out, wetting the fabric and making him buck his hips toward her. Laughing and rolling her eyes, she gripped his hips firmly and held him still before guiding her fingers under the hem of the skirt, teasing the backs of his thighs.
"Oh hell... Christine..." He buried his hands in her hair as she nuzzled his cock through the skirt. He felt slick against the cloth, and when Christine licked again and whimpered he shivered.
"God... I can taste you through the skirt.." She pressed her lips to the tip of his cock through the fabric again and hummed.
"Ok, fuck this!" he growled low in his throat, before hauling her out of the chair.
He flipped them, pushing her against the desk, pressing against her ass, hips canting forward, fabric bunching. She laughed that throaty laugh she had when she was turned on and braced her hands on the desk. She ground herself back onto him, skirt stretched taught across her ass and she tore her shirt and bra off, throwing them away from her. He hitched up his skirt further and tilted forward, pressing his unrestrained cock to her skirt. She arched back against him and whispered, "Please Doctor..."
Heat and color rushed to his face and he made no further preamble; flipping her skirt up, pulling her panties aside and plunging into her with one swift motion. She hissed and her felt her clench around him in reflex. He allowed her only a second before he was fucking her in earnest, working up a shattering rhythm. He gripped her hips, which were shrouded in bunched up skirt, feeling the material of his own skirt pressing against the backs of his thighs where her fingers had been. He growled and pulled her onto him harder. Moaning, she urged him on, reaching back and gripping his hair, pulling his mouth to her neck, where he latched on, bruising her.
"Oh gods...come on Doctor..." She bent away from him then, pressed horizontal against the desk. She was matching his pace, and McCoy reached up and grabbed a handful of blonde hair, pulling back, making her expose her neck and arch back. It changed the angle, allowing him to thrust deeper and hit the spot that made Christine gasp and shudder, her back curving further.
"Fuuuuck...Leonard...please oh god, just please harder...ugggh." Panting and gasping, she pushed back at him harder, the sound of skin hitting skin mixing with their breathing and panting.
He thrust into her, pulling hard on her hair and cupping her breast with his other hand, fucking her in earnest. McCoy was seeing stars and trying to hold them off. Not yet....fuckkk...just a bit more...
He moaned and gritted his teeth together in effort and, releasing her hair, he snaked his hand down over her stomach. His fingers found her clit and pushed down, stroking small circles around it, pulling shuddering breaths from Christine. She was moaning and writhing under him and he put more pressure to her clit, thrusting into her hard. It seemed that was all she needed, and with a shuddering breath and a whine she threw her head back and came around him.
He never stopped or slowed, making her ride it out, his every movement feeling like five, setting her nerves on fire. She tried to speak but failed, pressure building again, nails digging into the desk. He ran his hand back up to stroke her face.
"That's it Chris, one more, give me one more." He shivered when she pulled his finger into her mouth and tasted herself there. His finger slipped free when she gasped and cried out again, muscles tightening around, him finally drawing his own gasp. He let go and thrust into her erratically as he came.
They collapsed over onto the desk in a sweaty half-clothed heap. McCoy rolled off of her and trailed kisses from her temple to her lips. She smiled against his lips, laughing.
"You know, for once, I think Starfleet had the right idea," she said, trailing a hand down and giving his skirt a yank.
"I'm hiding this skirt. Don't get any ideas woman." He swatted her hand away and glared at her.
"We'll have to see what else I have in my closet, I'm thinking you'd look amazing in my red heels," she teased. She kissed him softly, her hand lingering in his hair.
"If by 'amazing' you mean 'on my ass.'" He rolled his eyes.
"No, we can't have that, now." She gave his ass a squeeze and laughed. "Though I'm sure a certain very talented nurse could handle a bruised ass." She kissed him a bit more forcefully, teeth worrying his bottom lip.
He groaned at her and pulled her to stand up with him. They got dressed and cleaned up a bit, smoothing skirts back down, ignoring certain stains for now, and made their way to the door, hands linked.
"Come on, we've got shift in a few hours and I need my talented nurse rested." He kissed her chastely and added, "and I need to go burn this skirt."
And, ignoring her protests, he lead her out of the sickbay.