Leonard McCoy breathed slowly in and out, half asleep. He felt like he'd been hit by a truck; his stomach gurgled with acid and his head pounded. The smell of coffee roused him enough to open his eyes. The smell of shampoo intrigued him. With a sigh, he rolled over to find an empty bed...with pink sheets. Furrowing his brow, he sat upright.

"Good morning Leonard," Vivian Vida stepped out of the bathroom, wet, in a towel. Quickly, his brain pieced together the night before. After a night of copious drinking...flirtatious dancing...-and darts?- he hooked up with his coworker and apparently stayed the night.

"You're awful chipper. I feel like cow shit."

"Specifically cows?" She grinned at his farm-boy humor and poured him some coffee.

"How are you ok? You must've had twice as may as I did."

"It's a Vulcan thing- besides- I've already showered and had a cup of coffee. I suggest you do the same. You still smell like whiskey."

Eagerly, he took the cup. "What time is it?"

"O eight hundred, a little after."

He stood, and quickly noticing his nudity. Unflinching, she sat at the vanity, toying with various cosmetics. He borrowed her shower, and her shampoo, which left him smelling like...coconuts?- something fruity. Under the water, he tried to replay in his mind what exactly they'd done. Enough of it came back to him for him to be embarrassed. He didn't get as many girls as, say, Kirk, but he did like to please them when he got them.

McCoy emerged from the bathroom in a towel, chewing the inside of his cheek. "Hey uh...last night..."

"What about it?"

"We...?"

"Had intercourse."

"Yeah but...I feel bad..."
"You're guilty? Why? I consented. You seemed to enjoy it."

"Yeah that's the thing. I don't remember YOU enjoying it."

She turned to face him, "It was fun Leo, but I was beyond inebriated. I had no tension in my body, so I couldn't work to a release. That's fine."

"That's not fine!" He dropped his towel. "I'm a gentleman dammit!"

"Sex again? I JUST showered."

"Okay okay, no 'intercourse'." He took her by the hands and drug her back over to her bed. "Just let me make it up to you, real fast, promise."

"I had anticipated this would be a casual sort of thing-"

"Sure, casual, good. Now lay back and relax."

She raised an eyebrow but obliged. He leaned over and kissed her first, less roughly than the previous night. With one hand he moved down to massage her breasts. Although she was hesitant at first, he could feel her relaxing under him. He moved his hand from her breast to her crevice and gently ran his finger back and forth, until she instinctively parted her legs, granting him entry.

A sly smile crawled across his face as she moaned; he'd found her happy place. He moved his fingers in small circles until he thought she was wet enough to move them inside. The kissing slowed, as her mouth almost froze in an o shape. Instead, he kissed her neck, then her chest, and kept moving down. She forgot to breath when he kissed her inner thigh.

Fortunately, he moved on quickly, bringing his mouth to her core. She moaned, and ground her hips into the bed. He found that she liked quick tongue movements, which was reinforced when her hand grabbed at his hair. Satisfied with his progress, but unwilling to give up, he put two of his fingers into his mouth and then into her- another pleasant sound. It was time for his grand finale. Gently, he maneuvered his fingers until he found a small, ribbed spot on the anterior vaginal wall, causing her to yelp. Jackpot.

He picked up the pace with his tongue, moving his fingers in sync. She writhed with his motions, until she began to pant, feeling a sense of tension in her lower abdomen.

"Leo...I...oh,"

"Shhh, let it happen..." His raspy voice was the trigger that sent her over the end. She inhaled sharply, her body vibrating for a few seconds while her body flexed around his fingers. With a loud, shaky exhale, her body spasmed and twitched. Finally, she relaxed back onto the bed, eyes still closed.

McCoy grinned and crawled back up the bed to join her, resting his hand on her stomach. "Well?"

"Wow."

He kissed her cheek once before bouncing to his feet and throwing on his clothes. "Well, I've got patients and such, so I guess I'll see you in sick bay later." She'd barely opened her eyes and sat up again when he cracked the door, "We should do this again sometime." He winked as he went on his way.

Vivian flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, speechless.

A few decks away, another man woke up confused. Spock had forgotten to set an alarm the night before due to his mystery illness. He had vague memories of an odd dream from the night before, maybe even a sex dream. When he threw back his covers, he saw that he'd experienced a nocturnal emission- definitely a sex dream. Agitated at the disruption of his schedule, he was also embarrassed of the occurrence. That hadn't happened since he was an adolescent, and he didn't know what had him so...disjointed as of late.

As he cleaned up the mess and prepared himself for the day, a weird fragment of his dream came back to him: Dr. McCoy's face.