Jim entered the crowded inn with McCoy and scanned the place for his friends. He could see Scot chatting with Gyla as they sat with Sulu to a near table. He started walking towards them with McCoy when his eyes fell on Chekhov sitting at the bar. He elbowed McCoy and nodded towards the Russian guy saying, "It seems our friend has decided to have some fun."
McCoy looked at the bar and frowned. The young man was sitting with a slim girl whose back was to them. But it was more than enough. Her red hair was smooth, barely reaching her shoulders. Her back, shoulders, and arms were naked showing the most smooth and milky white skin he's ever seen. While her crimson tight dress lifted a few centimetres above her mid-thigh showing long and cylindrical legs, that he immediately imagined wrapping around him while he plunged roughly in the sacred hole between them.
He exhaled sharply and grunted,"Whoa, the boy definitely has a good taste."
Jim hit his shoulder, "Why don't you go and I'll catch you ASAP, after I finish my talk to our engineer?"
McCoy raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "With pleasure, Captain."
And he walked immediately towards Chekhov. From among the crowds, he couldn't see the woman's face. But he clearly saw the cleavage between her round tits that had shown from her fuck-me dress.
He took a deep breath and sat next to her talking to the bartender, "Two Vodca."
The girl didn't turn to face him, but Chekhov asked across from her, "You're taking two, Doctor? We're on the Enterprise in six hours."
McCoy looked at him and replied, "The second is for your friend."
He didn't see the smile on the girl's face, so he went on,"Why don't you join Kirk and Scott? They're discussing important issues? "
Chekhov looked at him shocked, then nodded to the girl who shrugged. Then he walked away to his friends. So the girl just turned her back to the crowds and held her glass of beer starting sipping slowly.
McCoy watched her amused. And when the bartender brought him the vodka, he pushed one to her and murmured, "This is yours. On me."
She turned to him grinning, "Thank you, Doc. I'm trying to quit."
His eyes widened in shock as he stared at her whispering, "What the fuck...?"
He's recognised the voice before he recognised her face. So he stared at her for a few moments. Then he grunted, "Anderson! "
She laughed playfully, "Of course, Doctor. What? You didn't know it was me?"
He shook his head and replied, "I wouldn't have bought you a drink, if I knew it was you, definitely."
It was her turn to frown and grit her teeth, "Ass-hole."
He took the two drinks and started walking away. But he was intercepted by Jim who took one glass from him and shouted excited, "Lennie, you look ravishing, babe."
Her face didn't relax as she continued staring back at McCoy, "Thank you, Captain for being such a gentleman. I hope you teach your chief doctor some of your manners."
McCoy cursed and turned to face her, "Don't be a bitch, Anderson."
He scanned her body, "Although you look like one, in that outfit."
Her face flushed angry and Jim warned, "Bones, that was mean."
Bones put the glass on the bar waving at Anderson, "Why would a woman wear such outfit, and walk into a bar full of drunk males unless she wanted to be fucked thorou...?"
He cut his words when a slap connected to his cheek and he stared at Lennie shocked. She looked at him angrily then walked away. She stopped when abruptly when Bones held her arm firmly and pulled her back, "You think you will hit me and just walk away?"
Jim held his wrist scowling," Man, are you out of your mind?"
He let go of her hand, and she murmured, "I should have gone with Chekhov."
Bones shook his head,"For God sake, does the boy even have a cock?"
She gasped surprised by his words, and Jim raised his hands ,"You know what? You two are hopeless. I should keep away when you're fighting. Lennie, he's all yours."
Lennie waved at him carelessly and walked back to the bar, "I'm done with his shit for tonight. "
She left them and sat back on her stool drinking her beer.
A few moments later she heard the gruff voice, "Okay. I apologise. I shouldn't have said these words."
She circled the beer in her glass and talked without looking at him, "I'm no pitch, Doc. I knew all of you would be here to protect me. I wanted to feel like a woman for once. I hate pants."
He cleared his throat and commented, "I agree with Jim about your looking then. You look mesmerising."
She turned to him and smiled genuinely, "You really like it?"
He studied her face momentarily then curled his lower lip, "I think Chekhov is a lucky guy."
She rolled her eyes, "You can't be serious."
He laughed and pointed to her, "He's gay, isn't he? "
She laughed shaking her head,"I don't know anything about that, McCoy."
He frowned,"You never call me Bones."
She shrugged and gulped some beer, "We're not friends, Doc."
He nodded and took his vodka, "You're not friend with any of the guys specifically. "
He asked her curiously, "Are you lesbian?"
She coughed her beer and he tapped her back gently, till she calmed and shook her head,"No, Doc. I'm not."
He nodded and they both listened to the classic music for a while, before he turns to look at her, "I love you new haircut."
She studied him this time trying to know if he was mocking her. But his frown told her he was pretty serious. So she whispered, "Thank you."
He swallowed, and pointed behind his back, "You want to dance?"
Her eyes widened and she repeated, "Want to dance?! Has the vodka kicked in that quickly? "
He groaned,"Don't start, Lieutenant. I'm just trying to be a gentleman. And make you feel like the lady you want to be."
She laughed and gave him her hand, "Then I wouldn't miss the chance, Mr. McCoy."
He twisted his lips, "No one has called me that since my divorce. "
She walked with him to the dancing arena as she warned, "You shouldn't talk about your divorce, when you're about to dance with a girl, Doc."
He shrugged and encircled her waist with his strong arms and winked, "And you shouldn't call the man your dancing with Doc., or his last name."
She laughed and put her hands on his shoulders, "Sorry, Leonard. But remember, you asked for it."
He smiled, and started moving with her slowly. He didn't miss Jim's smirk to him, so he frowned and turned his back to him, pulling Lannie closer to him. She sighed and moved closer cherishing the moment and the feeling of being between the arms of a strong man such as Leonard McCoy.
He felt the heat radiating from her slim, and yet supple body. And inhaled sharply filling his chest with her flowery scent. She rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, "I haven't danced since I joined the Starfleet."
He murmured, "Me either. Actually since I got divorced. "
She moved her head away and looked at him annoyed, "Please, Leonard, stop talking about your ex."
He smiled sheepishly, "I was just chatting. "
She rested on his shoulder and closed her eyes speaking softly, "Choose another topic."
He hummed then asked,"Then let's talk about you. Why aren't you with someone, Anderson? "
She raised her eyes to him blaming, "What happened to the first name base?"
He nodded, "Sorry, I mean, Lannie."
She smiled and closed her eyes, "I'm with you now, Leonard, aren't I? "
He answered seriously, "You know what I mean, Eleanor. "
She sighed and moved her face closer to him," Maybe because I don't want someone. I want THE one, MY one, Leonard. "
His breath hitches as he looked straight into her blue eyes. And for his amazement he felt his blood rushing down to a place that hasn't worked prooerly for a long time.
He didn't know if she pressed her body against his, or she was already that close to him a few minutes ago. But he could feel the tightness in his pants pressing her soft flesh.
Unintentionally, one of his hands moved up to rub her bare back. While the other moved down to capture her hip. And she gasped whispering his name, "Len..." closing her eyes tightly.
They kept moving to the music. Or trying to keep up with it. Because involuntarily, their hips started another movements of their own.
Bones startled when he felt the hand on his shoulder and heard Jim's whispers, "Get yourself a room, man."
Lannie snapped her eyes open and stopped moving when she heard her Captain. She found herself hyperventilating and felt the common wetness between her thighs. So she looked at Bones confused and he spoke with a hoarse voice, "Your room, or mine?"
She whispered, "Mine."
He held her hand and pulled her with him to the elevator. Once doors were closed, he pushed her harshly to the wall and pressed his body against hers, then crashed his mouth to her lips. She moaned into his mouth and opened her lips to allow his tongue to start its exploration.
He moved his tongue inside her mouth fighting with her tongue, then caressing her teeth and cheeks, before drinking of her oral nectar till he felt they were fighting for breath.
He moved his head back and scanned her flushed face grunting, "What are you doing to me, Anderson? "
He trusted his hips into hers and she cried when she felt his steel rod nestling at the apex of her thighs. And he paused asking, "Are you sure you want this, Eleanor? Because I hate second thoughts. "
She nodded strongly. And before he goes on, the elevator dang, and door opened to her floor. He pulled her roughly from her arm and walked fast to her room.
Once they were in, he pushed her to the bed and started stripping. She stared at him in a mixture of fear and lust that amazed him. Her eyes flies to his cock immediately when he freed it from his briefs. He smiled smugly, "You like what you see, Anderson?"
She swallowed and he nodded at her," Now take off that silly dress. And remind me to cut it after I'm done with you."
She frowned confused, so he smirked, "I'm not letting you inside that fuck-me outfit again, honey. "
She blushed. He didn't know from anger or shyness. It wouldn't matter anyway. He was going to have her tonight, his way. He's always been eager to taste that untouchable woman. He was always curious about her. Why he never saw her dating. Why she doesn't have a boyfriend, or even a girlfriend. And after he saw her thighs tonight, he wondered how tight she can wrap them around him. How her walls would feel around his cock. How loud can she screams when she comes. And how many times he can make her come before he comes deeply inside her womb. And he was going to know all of it right now.
She was watching him intently and he groaned, "Take it off woman or I'm going to tear it off you."
Her body shivered and he could see her skin goosebumps and smirked. He was sure he would love it. He would never forget that night with Eleanor Anderson.
He watched her as she stood and slided her dress down slowly with hooded eyes. His eyes moved to the two globes that showed from the dress. And licked his lips imagining them sucking on her rose rigid nipples. And Lannie did noticed the twitching in his raging cock.
Her hands paused when the dress reached her hips. And she looked at him hesitated. He groaned with clenched teeth, "Go on, Anderson."
She swallowed and pushed the dress more until her plump lips appeared and McCoy couldn't help it.
He moved his hands fast to push the dress and carried her pride style. She screamed in astonishment and his voice came out husky, "Don't tease me now, Anderson. "
He dropped her to the bed and covered her body with his whispering, "I love how your flesh feels beneath me, honey. I wonder how it feels from inside. "
She gasped, "Why don't you find it out? "
He cupped her breast smirking, "Not that fast hone. I'm curious how many times you would come before I plunge into you."
Her eyes widened and he down to the breast he captured murmuring, "You have the perfect breast size, Lannie. Our damn uniform hides it very well."
Then he attacked her nipple with his mouth and she screamed.

R and R. Tell me if I should go on.