Dr. McCoy and Dr. Vida made their way from the transporter room, to the elevator. Although they had arrived nonchalantly, they jumped each other in the elevator. His body pressed hers into the wall as their tongues swirled. When the door opened, they moved apart and cleared their throats. She broke into a run, causing him to attempt to chase her down the hall to her room.
Vivian giggled loudly, having lost all Vulcan inhibition in a bottle several bars ago. He tried to shush, but couldn't help but chuckle himself. She ran, leaning against the wall for support. He lost sight of her around a corner, but found her black dress on the ground. While he was amused at present, the small rational part of his brain considered that she might appear naked on security cameras the next morning.
He caught her as she stopped to open her door. They crashed into her room, slamming the door behind them. She jumped, and he caught her, he legs wrapping around his waist.
"Nice place," He mumbled as she tore off the rest of his shirt and fumbled with his buckle.
They returned their mouths together as he fought to unclasp her bra.
She snickered at the effort it took him.
"Listen here, I've got big hands and them hooks is tee tiny."
"Oh no, cowboy man." She teased as he tossed her onto the edge of her bed.
He knelt at the edge of the bed, "I'm a gentleman, ma'am." He kissed up her thigh and bit the lace between her legs to pull it off. The move was not as suave as he anticipated. They thought they were engaging in a passionate encounter, but if an outsider had seen them, they would've laughed at two drunken fools making a poor attempt at sensuality.
When he finally got rid of the garment, he stopped for a minute.
"What is it?" His pause concerned her.
"Mhmm, yessir, that's a vagina. Right there, yep." They both laughed. "It's been a minute ok, pardon me." He looked up the bed at her, "My God, you're a sight for sore eyes."
"Is that a p-positive metasta-no-metaphor, yeah metaphor?"
"Yes ma'am," He assured as he dropped his undergarments.
"Oh look, it's a penis, right there, yep." She mocked him, crawling to the end of the bed. "I find it suitable. Congratulations." Without prompting, she put one hand on the base and ran her tongue across the tip.
He almost fell over. Quickly, she got most of it in her mouth. He groaned and grabbed a handful of her hair, moving her up and down. She went to say something, but couldn't choke it out. "Hey don't talk with your mouth full." They both lost it, breaking up their action with more laughter.
"Hang on, hang on, where were we?"
Taking the opportunity, she repositioned herself on the edge of the bed and raised an eyebrow at him. "Is it not customary to reciprocate, doctor?"
"Yes, doctor." McCoy returned to his knees, burying his face in his colleague. His hot breath and stubble made her shudder. He knew about anatomy, and had previous been told he was a talented lover, however, at this moment, his knowledge abandoned him. The seemingly random movements of his tongue made her laugh. "What's so funny?" He laughed back.
"I feel like peanut butter." The laughter was an uproar.
"What the hell? How do people, a persons felt peanuts butters...? Heh, penis butter maybe."
"Penis butter!" She roared, and rolled. With a thunk, she hit the ground.
"Aw shit, Viv!" He went to help her up, but lost his balance and fell on top of her. Once they regained her composure, she reached up to the nightstand drawer. She flung a condom packet at him, nailing him in the forehead.
"Fix it."
"Fix it?"
"Yeah," Her hand went to her head which span violently. "Do the...the thing...put on-wrap it- you know."
He obliged. "Hey I'm pretty messed up V."
"Hi pretty messed up, I'm dad."
"I'm gonna try my best. If not, I'll make it up to you in the morning...you sure?"
She whined, "I'm drank too...I need," She swallowed hard, "50 cc's of dick STAT." Unable to maintain a straight face, she giggled and rocked, making it almost impossible for him to penetrate her. He'd never laughed so much during sex.
"Not fair lady, you don't move the dart board." They finally managed insertion.
She sighed with satisfaction, despite the buzz reducing sensation. Her eyes opened and closed, sometimes staring at her ceiling, sometimes staring at the man on top of her. Her pulse could be felt in her head, but she couldn't feel much of anything anywhere else.
He, on the other hand, sobered up a little, overcome by his biology. He grunted and thrust erratically. The foreplay took hours; he was ready. She was warmed than he was used to, perhaps because he'd never slept with a Vulcan before. Her breasts bobbed as he slammed into her.
The alcohol lessened his control, and his stamina. In maybe two minutes, he moaned and collapsed on top of her, a sweaty mess. She hadn't noticed he'd stopped until he withdrew from her.
He wobbled to stand and discard of the full latex, before collapsing onto her bed.
She drug herself to her bathroom to clean up for a moment. Holding onto the sink, she took inventory of how messy her hair was and how her makeup now looked like a sad clown. From her mirror, she could see a man's bare ass in her bed. With a shrug, she joined him.