Because Dr. Vida didn't yet have lab space to carry out research, she temporarily joined the medical team. The scrubs were sleek, comfortable, and flattering. She found herself admiring her own ass in reflections. In the clinic, her hair stayed in a high ponytail with a few loose pieces in the front. It bobbed about as she moved.
They'd been fortunate in not experiencing any conflict, but that meant patient care was routine and mundane. She got into a routine, busy and bored- her only amusement coming from banter with Dr. McCoy in between patients. Despite the med bay closing for non-emergency cases at 17:00 hours, physicians often had to stay late to do charts long after the nurses left.
McCoy appreciated the company, and, on occasion, suggested they ask for their dinner to be delivered to them. "What are you feeling tonight? Maybe some wings?"
"Sure. Then we can mount large screens to watch sporting matches and imbibe beer. Clinic, sports bar, what's the difference really?" Her eyebrow raised with her smirk.
"Hey, don't threaten me with a good time." McCoy chuckled.
Work. Dinner. Charting. Dancing.
The first time the dancing occurred, Dr. Vida was very much against it. She'd had a stressful day and was not interested in Dr. McCoy's music. He often turned on classic rock, and switched between completing charts and playing air guitar.
"Come on, dance with me." He bobbed in place in front of her.
"Dr. McCoy you look ridiculous."
"Hey, dancing is stress relief." He shrugged, "It's science."
"And does Captain Kirk, or does Mr. Spock know about your 'science'?" She teased.
He froze, "If you tell them, we're gonna have a problem." He increased the volume and held out his hand.
With a sigh, she stood and took it. They spent nearly a half hour jumping about like lunatics before needing to stop for water and to catch their breath.
"Strangely, I do feel better, doctor. Thank you." She panted.
"Leonard."
"What?"
"My name is Leonard."
"I suppose if we are passing time together without being in a work context then you qualify as a friend…"
"God, you sound like Spock sometimes."
She reflected on the suggestion, "I consider that a complement. His intellect is superior in many ways…although I do think I do a better job expressing my human heritage."
"Oh, no doubt. You're only sorta robotic. Though, I gotta tell you, it's been more than once both of y'all say something like 'logical' at the same time. Kinda creepy."
"Vivian."
"What?"
"That's my name. You now have permission to reference me informally…Congratulations."
He laughed, "Viv it is."
"Ok LEO. I am also capable of abbreviations."
"You're somethin' else…" He shook his head and picked up a tablet. "How many contraceptive consults have you done today?"
"Four, I believe."
"I have NEVER done that many in one day."
"Well, many females prefer discussing their reproductive health with other females."
"Hey I did an OBGYN rotation-"
"Sure, but when was the last time you experience menstrual cramps?" She jabbed his side with a pen.
"Point taken." He raised his hands in defeat. "But don't you sometimes have to do the whole 'turn your head and cough' routine with men?"
She raised her eyebrow, having a thought she was hesitant to share.
"You know, getting' a handful of sweaty alien balls." He laughed, "There's humor to be had sometimes-"
"One more thought, in reference to my prior comment."
"Shoot," Noting her more serious tone, he crossed his arms and leaned back on a table to listen.
She turned from her work station, "Well, having a pelvic exam can be an awkward experience. A female has to tell her brain that she's in a medical context, with a professional, to remove any lingering sense of sexuality." He nodded along. "That could be made more complicated with an attractive physician."
McCoy smirked, "Are you callin' me handsome, ma'am?"
"Yes," She stated, matter-o-factly, "You're tall and have a sturdy male form, which suggests a high prevalence of testosterone in your blood, which correlates with fertility. Your voice is distinctly masculine, your wear musk-based fragrance, and you have a smile many women would consider charming."
He beamed like a school boy, "Well you're not so bad yourself-"
"I prefer having a female gynecologist because I like to preserve the feelings of being entered by a male as a purely sexual experience." She gathered her things to leave for the evening.
He stuck his tongue in his cheek, "Well uh…let me get the hot sauce off my fingers first."
Vivian turned red but smiled, "Very funny. Good night Leonard."
He watched her ass move in her scrubs as she exited. It took a great deal of discipline to refrain from catching her by the pony tail. He shook his head and grinned before adjusting his scrub pants.