Nine
Early morning rays of morning sunlight filtered through the window curtains. Emily blinked her eyes open warily, biting back a groan when she felt a familiar warmth wrapped around her. She couldn't hide the sheepish smirk that followed when she spotted McCoy fast asleep beside her. It had been a long time since she saw him looking so rested.
On any normal occasion stress-lines were evident across his forehead. Considering his job and everything else he'd put up with over the years, it was a wonder he didn't have gray hair yet. His father had often joked before passing away that they were the reasons he had gray hair. Though in David's defense, his hair hardly had a fleck of gray within it the last time she'd seen him.
As she sifted through his emotions, she felt nothing but contentment. Emily let out a quiet sigh and kissed his bare chest. He was warm and comfortable. So much so that she didn't want to get up that morning. But with classes starting, she knew she would have to get up sooner or later. With a quiet sigh, she finally sat up and gathered their clothing that was left behind in scattered piles.
Emily smirked in amusement when she saw her suit tossed to the side. McCoy was still unhappy with the suit itself, but at least he didn't complain too much when she put it on. She shook her head at the thought as she finally gathered their clothing and folded it neatly into a pile next to the bed. McCoy was still sound asleep, snoring away as she grabbed her suit and climbed into the shower.
She stood there for a few minutes, relishing the way the water seemed to soothe her aching muscles. After a hard workout with Kirk the other day and then her nightly outing with McCoy, she was beginning to see a change in her body-structure. Though she knew that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Where she had once been skinny, to the point of being considered anorexic, her sides weren't showing as much as they had been. She couldn't help but smile at the work it took to reach that point in her life. As difficult as it had been in the past, she was finally beginning to change for the better. Most of that had been from encouragement through Clint and his family. McCoy helped her get back on track with her horrible eating habits, but in all reality, Clint was the reason she was still alive to this day. She owed him and his family more than she could ever admit.
It wasn't until hearing the sound of footsteps approach that Emily's smirk widened. She knew it was McCoy from how loud and clear his thoughts were. And the moment he reached her was when she felt bare skin wrap around her shoulders. She bit back a groan of annoyance as his lips brushed tenderly along her neck, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
"I thought you'd want to sleep in," she remarked as she turned so that she was facing him.
"And miss out the opportunity to see an angel wash herself?" he quipped with equal amusement. Emily rose an eyebrow at his question, not missing how husky his voice was. "Darlin', you really are beautiful."
"Flattery will get you everywhere, doctor," she replied without missing a beat.
She let out a sigh of contentment as his fingers trailed down her sides and between her legs. The warm water hadn't helped the fire building within her. McCoy sucked against a spot on her neck that he'd enjoyed thoroughly when they were younger. After years of dealing with each other when they'd been together, he knew all of her weak spots.
Emily was only just beginning to realize this when his fingers suddenly thrust into her entrance. Her legs nearly gave out from the sudden intrusion, but McCoy caught her with ease. She bit back a groan of pleasure as he thrust in and out of her, hitting her G-Spot each time with ease.
'I wanna hear you scream my name again,' he admitted through their mental link.
'Out loud or…?'
It took everything she had not to shriek from the sudden intensity of his fingers plunging further and deeper into her at that. She already knew what he wanted, but that didn't stop her from relentlessly teasing him. His teasing didn't help either. He would thrust wildly into her every few seconds before pausing just when she'd gotten close to reaching her climax.
Her walls tightened around his fingers, desperately seeking that sweet release. But just as she was about to reach that level, McCoy suddenly slowed down once again. She let out a groan of frustration when she realized where he was headed with this.
"Fucking hell, Leonard!" she finally let out a groan as he continued this process for the next few seconds.
The feeling of his warm lips pressed against her neck told her everything she needed to know. Emily rolled her eyes in exasperation when he finally thrust harder and deeper into her. Her quiet mewls had turned into cries of pleasure as she finally reached her climax. Her legs nearly gave out again, but once more, McCoy held her up as she recovered from her first climax.
"I'm not gonna lie, I love hearing you cry out my name," he said with a cheeky grin.
Emily just rolled her eyes once more and reached for his hard cock. After the wild night they had last night, she was hardly surprised with how easy it was to give in to the temptation.
"You ass, that was a cheap trick," she retorted while rubbing his cock without hesitation.
McCoy's face blanked over the moment her hands wrapped around him. She wasn't going to make his life any easier than he'd made hers. Though she had to admit, it was fun watching him squirm. So she continued toying with him, casually rubbing him while grinding against him. A combination of her movement and the warm water was enough for his head to nearly explode from the warm sensation.
"Now who's being an ass?" McCoy fired back.
She merely smirked in amusement as she leaned forward and kissed his bare chest. His cock was twitching with anticipation as her hands finally reached the base. What she did next took them both by surprise. She suddenly thrust forward so that his cock fully entered her. Emily couldn't hide the wide grin that followed at the surge of pleasure coursing through her.
McCoy was equally surprised by the intensity, though it didn't take long for him to take control of the situation. Once his hands reached her hips to hold her up, he wasted little time in thrusting into her moist entrance. She let out a rather embarrassingly loud groan in the process, knowing full-well she wouldn't last long under that kind of pressure.
"You feel amazing inside of me," she groaned as his thrusts became well-timed and deeper.
McCoy kissed her without hesitation, suddenly turned on with the idea of someone admitting that out loud. He pounded into her relentlessly until she came a second time, practically howling his name in the process. McCoy reached his climax seconds later, letting out a primal growl as he held her close and filled her with his warm seed.
For a while, neither of them moved as the warm water continued cascading around them. Emily relished the feeling of leaning into him and using him as support. She was only just beginning to realize how much she appreciated these mornings. The evenings were just as wonderful, but there was almost something soothing about sex in the morning. She let out a sigh of contentment as McCoy pulled out of her and kissed her passionately.
"I'm beginning to wonder what the hell I was thinking by choosing Pamela over you," he let out a sigh as they went about to clean themselves. "You know she never once approved of sex in the shower? Only times we were ever really active was when she wanted to get pregnant."
Emily chewed the bottom of her lip when she realized what he meant by that. She knew he was still sour over what happened between them. What bothered her more than anything was that they had been trying in the first place. She was well aware that they had never been successful… and a small part of her knew she would have loved his child regardless of who the mother was. But she knew why Pamela had been hoping for a baby. It would have likely been a trust-fund baby, feeding off of the money his family had earned over the generations of owning that farm and everything that had to do with the Hatfield and McCoy's.
She was beginning to wonder whether or not they could ever look past that part of their lives. Pamela had ruined everything for them; she missed the days when their relationship hadn't been torn apart because of what happened to her.
"I think we can safely say that I will never be anything like Pamela," she reassured him once they were finished. "I'll admit, it's far more fun watching men squirm than it should be."
He made a face at the thought of her having more fun than she should. Though if he was being honest with himself, he loved seeing that mischievous side of her. She didn't show it often enough, so when she did, he found himself appreciating it now more than ever. Neither of them said anything as they changed into uniforms and grabbed a bite to eat for breakfast.
"I shouldn't keep bringing her up," he muttered once they were sitting at the table. Emily glanced at him warily as she took a sip from her coffee, relishing the way it burned all the way down her throat. "Considering everything that's happened, my life is a hell of a lot better now than it had been before I agreed to go with you."
She rose an eyebrow in surprise. She often thought of where she would be if she'd followed Coulson so blindly. Or if she refused to accept Director Fury's order. Her life would have been entirely different had she and McCoy not gotten back together. Sure, she would have continued moving on in life as normal… but with McCoy, she felt something even greater. She felt alive.
She hadn't realized until then just how happy she was. For the first time in years, it felt as though she'd finally figured out her life and where she stood in the world. What surprised her more than anything was that it had only taken getting back together with McCoy for her to figure that out. She supposed that was part of life. When it came to growing up, one had to go through certain experiences in order to learn from them.
She was lucky she didn't have to experience most of that alone. McCoy had always been involved in her life, one way or another. Even when he was dating Nancy and practically ignored her he was still somehow involved with her life. Then they started dating, and that was when her life had changed for the better. At least, she liked to believe that was the case.
"So does this mean you're actually happy you went with me to the Academy?" She couldn't hide the sheepish smirk that followed as they left the apartment and headed for campus.
With Kirk likely having the dorm occupied, McCoy was lucky to have another place to stay for the night. She knew he would likely keep the apartment if she was ever assigned to another mission. That thought alone was something she hadn't taken into consideration. Unease crawled through her at the thought of what would happen if she was given another assignment.
It was something they had been talking about since classes started. She didn't want to think of what might happen when that occurred, but she knew it would sooner or later. Thankfully McCoy was well aware that she would eventually find a way back to him. For the time being though they focused solely on rekindling their relationship while they could.
"What I mean is, I don't have any regrets following you," he replied after giving it some thought.
Her heart swelled with joy upon hearing those words. She couldn't help but lean into him as they reached campus grounds. The realization that everything seemed to be falling into place left her mind spinning. She'd always had feelings for McCoy, even when he'd chosen Pamela over her. She supposed that was why his betrayal had hit her so hard. She never wanted to admit that those days were the darkest days of her life.
McCoy was well aware of how much his betrayal effected her. She made that perfectly clear when they finally met up again after his father's funeral. Even though it hadn't been the happiest of reunions, it gave him the chance to see what happened to her during their time apart. It also gave her the chance to explain how she really felt, and as difficult as that had been, it was clear McCoy felt incredibly guilty for what happened between them.
Once they reached the mess hall and settled in for the morning, Emily found herself thinking of the possibilities that loomed over her. For the first time since enlisting in Starfleet, she had someone she could claim as more than her partner. McCoy was far more than just someone she had a sexual attraction to. She had no doubt in the back of her mind that he was her Imzadi. She was about to say something when she spotted Kirk among the crowd of Cadets.
"You know, if I'd known you were gonna have a threesome, I would've joined you," he remarked.
He was hardly surprised to see them sitting together. Amusement danced across his eyes as McCoy rolled his in exasperation. Emily just snorted in response as she took a bite out of her sandwich.
Kirk knew she was off-limits. He'd learned the hard way that she wouldn't let him take advantage of her. Though that didn't stop him from poking fun at their relationship, especially when he saw how much happier McCoy was around Emily.
"I'd sooner kick your ass than let you anywhere near me," she retorted. "Even if threesomes can be fun."
Her smirk widened when McCoy nearly choked on his coffee at her last response. By now she was struggling not to laugh at his reaction, along with Kirk's.
"Wait a minute, when did this happen?" he asked as he took a seat across from them.
"Obviously when we weren't together," she rolled her eyes in amusement while McCoy threw them both a withering look. "I never said I wasn't above a little guilty pleasure."
She added the last part with a knowing smirk. McCoy clearly wanted to say something in his defense, though he didn't bother after realizing they were both teasing him at that point. Though Emily would never admit out loud she had somehow gotten involved with a threesome. That had been a wild and fun night… though the aftermath hadn't been all that great.
'You and I have a lot to talk about when this is over,' he said dryly through their mental link.
'That's for this morning, by the way… and for the hickey you left.'
She tried to hide the grin that followed when McCoy rose an eyebrow on her behalf.
"So what are you planning on doing for the holidays?" Kirk suddenly changed the subject.
Emily shifted in her seat at the mention of 'holidays'. She'd known they were fast-approaching. With Thanksgiving along the way, she fully expected to find herself stopping by Clint's place. But after his reaction to when she admitted she and McCoy were seeing each other, she doubted she would be welcome there.
Unease crawled through her at the thought of losing everything she cared about over something as stupid as her wanting to be with someone. It was a petty emotion that left her stomach churning with renewed anxiety. She knew Clint would never likely forgive McCoy for everything that happened between them. Laura was able to move on with what happened, but Clint was a whole different story.
"Can't exactly go back home anytime soon," McCoy let out a heavy sigh after realizing something else. Emily nearly rolled her eyes at that. She was well aware of the tension brewing between himself and his mother. After receiving multiple messages from Hannah, she became increasingly aware of the fact that McCoy hadn't quite gotten over the divorce. "Ain't as if I have any fans at the moment."
"Well, you've clearly got one fan," Kirk said with a cheeky grin. One withering look from McCoy was all it took for him to ease back. "To be honest I can't go home… my mom's off planet right now working on some diplomatic mission. Won't be back for another few months."
She rose an eyebrow in surprise. He talked about his mother in such a nonchalant way that it left her wondering what was really going on between them. She could still remember the many times she'd spent with his father and his mother on the Kelvin. Before Nero's ambush, George Kirk had always been present in her life when they finally met. His wife had gotten to know her just as well, though they were never as close.
When she tried asking Kirk about his relationship with his mother he would always brush it off and change the subject. Emily suspected that there was more going on than he wanted to admit. Maybe he felt resentful towards Winona for whatever reason, though she doubted he would trust her enough to explain why he felt that way.
"I doubt Clint's going to let you anywhere near his place after everything that's happened," she muttered crossly.
'The last thing I want is to get between you and your friends,' he reminded her through their mental link.
'It doesn't matter if you don't go with me… Clint will still try to convince me otherwise,' she pointed out. 'And regardless of what he says, you will always be my Imzadi.'
His face softened when he realized what she meant by that. Even though Clint and everyone else would likely never forgive him, she knew what lay in her heart. McCoy meant so much more to her than anyone she had ever met… and while time had driven them apart in the past, they were together again.
"Why not have something here?" Kirk asked after noticing their silent exchange.
He was all-too-aware that something far deeper than a normal relationship was going on between them. Luckily he also kept his mouth shut, realizing with a start that mentioning something wouldn't get them anywhere. Emily pursed her lips together and shared a knowing look with McCoy, not missing how uneasy he looked.
"We could always have something at my place," she said thoughtfully. Both Kirk and McCoy looked at her in surprise. "It's big enough to hold a small party. I'm sure the Academy is going to hold something for Cadets who can't go home for the holidays or for break."
"I think that sounds like a great idea," Kirk exclaimed after realizing what she meant by that.
"You really wanna invite everyone there?" McCoy asked in surprise.
"Why not? I'm sure Uhura and her roommate Gaila aren't above stopping by. And you mentioned meeting Hikaru and his roommate Pavel earlier the other week," she pointed out with a knowing look.
McCoy made a face at the mention of meeting Hikaru Sulu. That had been a rather fun night of poker. It involved Hikaru, his partner and Uhura. Pavel wanted to slip away for the night since drinks were involved, and according to Sulu he was only fourteen. He was by far the youngest Cadet to have ever enlisted in Starfleet. After seeing his marks and the way he seemed to adjust so easily with navigational problems, she knew those rumors were true.
"I'll bring the drinks and Bones can do the cooking," Kirk declared with a smirk of amusement.
"It's McCoy to you, and we'll both work on the food," McCoy added to her with a knowing look.
Emily couldn't hide the sheepish grin that followed. His mother was the one who taught her everything she knew. She'd only nearly burned the house down once or twice when no one else was watching. She almost smirked as she recalled the first time she tried cooking on her own. She and Coulson eventually reached an agreement where she couldn't cook on her own since… at least not until she was responsible enough.
"Something tells me this is going to be one of our better Thanksgivings," she said cheekily.
"If you say so," McCoy grumbled.
Though even he couldn't deny the need to do something that Thanksgiving. She knew it had been two years since his family got together… and that was almost unheard of for the McCoy's. After the divorce, his father's death and everything else, the family had been torn apart. Whatever happened that weekend, she knew this was something they desperately needed.