Chapter 2 - Pretty In Pink
McCoy was in a much better mood now. A stiff drink or two plus one embarrassing fact from Spock's youth was all it took. He spotted Lily-Lee sitting on top of the back of a chair with her feet on the seat, holding a glass with both hands. She was smiling, blushing in pink swirls, and all the hair on her body was standing on end so that her dress lifted slightly from her back and shoulders. Her toes were tapping on the seat. Well, would you look at that! Getting all excited, is she? Didn't take me long to learn how to see it. If only the human women I knew in my youth had been as clear with their signals. He walked up from behind her with the drink in his hand and spoke softly in her ear.
"Hey there, pretty in pink. What's gotten into you?" She leaned back and rubbed against his chest with her chin up and let out a hoarse sigh. Damn, signals don't get clearer than this. How am I supposed to keep it decent when she does that?
"Leonard, thank the good weather you're here! Can we go somewhere? I'm so horny it hurts."
"Hurts?" McCoy's brain flashed him a disturbing image of hurt and guilt. Stupid brain. It cooled him off a bit, and he pushed her to sit up straight again. "Try to be more discreet, little lady. Fraternisation between crewmembers is discouraged."
"Meaning?"
"Don't let anybody see it."
"But there is so much new here, I can't help myself. Feels like I just migrated to a new territory. New languages, new smells, new SPECIES. It turns me ON. Can we go? Now?"
"Sure, sure, reception is almost over anyway." Not true, but maybe it's just as well that I get her out of here, for her sake. Oh hell, who am I kidding! For my sake. God, I want to do her when she's like that. Let's just get out of here and find a place where I can lay her down and fuck her hard, hard... There was that image in his mind again. Hurt. Blood. Guilt.
He tried to make it look like they were not leaving together. There were people all over the ship and no privacy, so they had to go all the way to his quarters. He walked some distance ahead of her to the elevator, which was also full of delegates. They stood side by side, McCoy stone-faced. He had to make an effort to preserve the facial expression when he felt Lily-Lee's small fingers moving like a spider on the back of his thigh. Only one more person in the elevator left. When this irritating person got out and left them alone, Lily-Lee threw her arms around McCoy's hips, pressing his bulge between her breasts, pulling up his shirt so she could kiss the hair around his navel. Jesus, that feels good. She wants it, she wants me, and it feels so good to be wanted.
"Lily-Lee, I hate to stop you, darlin', but..."
"Hmm, but what?"
"But that was our stop too." McCoy ordered the elevator to go back to deck nine again and this time they got out.
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She only had one item of clothing on so the shift to total nudity was instantaneous. Getting McCoy out of the formal uniform with all its fastenings and regalia was much more complicated and Lily-Lee's inexperienced tugging and pulling didn't help. He had to ask her to keep her hands off so he could manage the unbuttoning. She sat down on his bed instead and watched him undress, one button at a time, blue silk jacket, black undershirt, belt. She leaned back on the pillows and started touching herself. He picked up the pace and got rid of the remaining garments faster.
"This time you have to fuck me, Leonard, you have to. I haven't been this horny in months, I need it hard."
"No, little lady, I've told you before, I don't want to injure you." Why am I saying that? Shut up and fuck her, she's begging for it! Push it in to the hilt and feel what she's like on the inside, do it! It felt like his guts were arguing with his brain. His erection held the opinion that there was nowhere to go but in, deep in.
"Listen, Leonard, I admit you have a very impressive reproductive organ but don't you think you're overreacting? Giving it a try is not going to kill me. I may be ape-like, but I'm not a squirrel."
"No, it's out of the question." No matter how much I want it. And I want it so much. He got down on the bed next to her but she quickly got on top of him.
"I've given birth to eight children, Leonard. I know my limits." She shifted around and was sitting on the length of his shaft, sliding back and forth. "Here, we'll try just the tip if you want to start slow."
"No, I can't do that, it's dangerous, you..." She took him in both hands and pulled him closer. His brain showed him a rapid succession of images, all equally horrific, all of them filled with damage that was his fault, his guilt, blood on his hands.
"Stop. You have to go now." McCoy got out of bed, pushed her out into the corridor and locked the door. He slumped down on the floor inside and buried his head in his hands. Am I going mad?
"Leonard! Hey! Is this what you mean by "discreet"? I'm not dressed! Hello, ambassador Gav, assistant Naarg, good evening. Is the reception over?"
