"Alrighty somebody hold him!" Dr. McCoy put his knee on the table and fired up a tiny laser, which quickly split the skin and muscle of the neck. The room filled with the distinctive smell of burnt flesh.
The U.S.S. Enterprise had docked at Starbase Yorktown for a brief, diplomatic meeting. The officers of the Enterprise were invited to dinner with Starfleet Commodores and Planet Administrators, a rare invitation likely spawned by their increasing, world-saving notoriety. All had gone well until an ambassador misread the dessert selection and swallowing an overwhelming amount of the very nut he was allergic to.
Seemingly, out of nowhere, his face ballooned. His tongue jutted out of his mouth, forcing the opening wider. His hands turned red and bulged as a rash broke out across his body.
"Help! Somebody help my husband!" The ambassador's wife jumped to her feet as her husband began to gasp and choke. The large man fell forward, dragging the tablecloth with him. Attendants ran to intercoms on the wall to punch in emergency codes as the guests panicked.
"He's been poisoned!" Immediately accusations began of attempted assassination.
"Nobody eat anything else!"
"Get the administrator out of here!"
Most shouted and attempted to flee in the chaos, in fear for their own life.
Kirk turned to his medical officers, unsurprised to find they'd already vacated their seats.
"Something infectious would've gotten us all by now." McCoy reasoned, pushing against the current of bodies.
As soon as she got eyes on the patient, Vida knew. "It appears to be anaphylaxis. Miss, does your husband have any allergies?"
"Nuts!"
McCoy refrained from rolling his eyes. What kind of idiot thought toffee pudding didn't have nuts?
"Does he carry epinephrine?"
"No!"
IDIOT.
"They'll have it in the emergency kit-"
"That'll be too late dammit!" McCoy growled, angry that they had prohibited him from carrying his med kit into dinner due to 'security concerns'.
Vida dove for the meat carving stand to commandeer the precision laser. "An emergency tracheotomy will be necessary. Please, step back ma'am." Fortunately, the station also had gloves for food handling. She passed the laser to her colleague as she put on gloves and found an unused, metal straw.
"Help me roll him over!" McCoy ordered Kirk and Spock who'd rushed to join them. The three men struggled to get the large patient onto the table. At this point, his distorted face was turning a bright purple color and sounds were barely coming out. "Alright somebody hold him!" Spock and Kirk each took a shoulder. The laser burned through the flesh with ease.
The wife fainted, and Kirk turned to look.
"She's irrelevant." Vida barked, "For the time being."
As soon as McCoy turned off the laser, Vida pounced, using her fingers to manipulate the tissue open. It made a gurgling, squelching sound. Blood spattered up onto her uniform as air rushed out.
Kirk was disgusted by the situation. Spock was fascinated watching Vida work.
She carefully inserted the straw, which whistled successfully. While the ordeal felt like hours, it took under a minute. The emergency crew arrived with a floating gurney, med kits, and EMTs. McCoy dug into a med kit to find tape to secure the straw with. Once Vida's hands were free of holding the straw, she discharged an epi pen and gave further instructions to the medical team.
"Captain, permission to stay with the ambassador?" Vida panted as she removed blood stained gloves.
"Please!" Kirk was still in shock from the whole ordeal, "Good work team."
"A skillful maneuver, no doubt." Spock nodded in approval as Vida and McCoy chased the gurney out of the dining room.
The ambassador survived. McCoy and Vida were the heroes of the evening, invited back the next morning likely for awards or ceremonies of gratitude. They did eventually return to their home ship for the night. Their bodies buzzed with adrenaline. Even Vida struggled to get her heartrate back to normal.
In the elevator, McCoy shook his leg nervously, "Man, that was something, huh?"
"If we hadn't been there-"
"Oh he woulda been SCREWED!" His face twitched into a smirk, "I like nuts in my gift baskets. You know candied pecans and the lot, how 'bout-"
She shook with energy, like she was going to burst. Something about his comment felt suggestive. As he began to ramble, she pushed the emergency stop button. She looked at him, still panting, and bit her lower lip.
They collided in the middle. One of his hands went to her hair and the other to her hip. She pressed her breasts into his chest, gripping at his shirt to keep him as close as possible. His facial scruff scratched her face, but she didn't care.
The elevator moved again.
"What the hell?" He roared.
"Somebody used an override." Vida swallowed hard and stepped back.
"My room or yours?"
"What if there are still people in the halls?"
"And?"
"I don't want that kind of reputation."
He grinned again, "Right, because you're composed and classy- a Vulcan who never loses control...definitely not at all a human...with wants and needs..." He approached her from behind, pressing his erection to her leg.
She felt him and sighed, feeling the moisture form between her legs. His hot breath grazed her neck before he began to kiss her there. Her body weight slumped backwards towards him. "Utility closet...floor between ours."
The doors opened and she lurched forward, abandoning him in the elevator with a security officer. She raised an eyebrow at him as she walked backwards in the other direction. It was one thing to feel the body of someone, but looking him in the eye, knowing what was to come, sent a shiver through her body.
"Good evening Dr. McCoy-"
"Evenin!" He smiled until the man turned around, at which point he rolled his eyes back and exhaled, "Lord have mercy."
Leonard found his way off the elevator at the next floor, and quickly slid down a hatch. He found the utility closet with ease. It smelled of disinfectant and stale air.
When he opened the door, Vivian felt her heart miss a beat. The anticipation really picked up, seeing him lock the door, and slide a shelf in front of it. No turning back now. She backed up into a shelf, so he could come to her.
He wet his lips, watching her move. Her breasts moved after she stopped. He pulled his shirt over his head. Somehow he stayed tan, and in solid shape- not the kind with cut muscles, but the kind with a thick, strong trunk. His shoulders were broad, his arms were big, and a small dusting of hair marked the center of his chest.
He pressed her against the shelves. Their mouths hovered for a moment, just an exchange of hot breath, before returning to the feverish lip lock. Sure, this was rushed, but not the same, fumbling rush it was last time. This time, there were coherent to feel and experience every sensation. His hands gripped her waist and nearly pulled her off her feet. She inhaled sharply.
Again, he grinned. "Oh, you like rough don't you?"
She looked down and reached into the top of her dress, producing a condom packet from her bra. He yanked it out of her hand. She turned around, grinding her ass on him as she reached under her skirt and slid the black fabric slowly down, teasing him. Taking the invitation, he gave her ass a hard slap and watched the round, pale flesh bounce. The blow caught her off guard, sending her forward into the shelving unit. She wired her fingers through the metal grate to keep her balance.
Leo ran his hand down her thigh before gripping it, hard. He moved it up and to the side, propping her foot on a low shelf. She felt the cool air hit her wetness and heard the notable tearing of foil. One of his hands moved to her hip to steady himself, the other hand moved his hardness into her warmth prompting a soft moan from his lover's lips.
He buried his face in her neck and gripped the metal grating of the shelf. First, he moved slowly, withdrawing completely before painstakingly burying himself to the hilt again. She reveled in the sensations, letting her head loll backwards onto his shoulder. This lasted briefly, however, as each stroke became a little faster than the one before. His hands moved to the zipper on the back of her dress, slipping his hands around towards the front. The hands were strong, farm hands, and rough from the repeated handwashing endured by a physician. They kneaded her breasts, softly to begin with, then progressively harder until he was almost pulling her back down towards him in time with his thrusts.
She cried out, rhythmically. Combined with his grunts and the creaking of the shelves, there was no mistaking the chorus of sounds. Every time her rear collided with his legs, she seemed to bounce upward, just to be pulled immediately back down onto him. There was no removal, and no reprieve. Her knuckles were white with their grip. His face flushed as he exhaled through his teeth and thrust up once more, full force. He froze in place, trembling, and she felt him pulse in her body.
Finally, he withdrew himself from her and cowboy walked to the nearby receptacle to dispose of the rubber. Vivian finally managed to catch her breath. Although she hadn't achieved a climax herself, she felt somehow intrinsically satisfied with the encounter. She put her foot back down and found some paper towels nearby to clean up with.
Leonard found his shirt and pulled it back over his head before finding her panties in the floor and attempting to hand them back to her. Instead, she stuffed them in his pocket, much to his delight. "That was..."
"Fun," She let him see a small smile. "I should head back to my quarters."
He returned her smile. Although he'd just found himself ravaging her, with a disrespectful, animalistic quality, his tone changed to something more affectionate. Although he'd just been violating her body with her own, he found himself hesitant to lean in and kiss her good night. He tried anyway, and she warmly accepted him. They exchanged slower kisses for a moment before she broke the embrace.
"Really, we need some sleep. You should probably wait a few minutes after I leave, so we don't look too suspicious." She went to the door, "Good night Leo."
"'Night Viv...see ya at work tomorrow," He managed one last wink, one last dash of southern charm to send the lady on her way.