Twenty Eight MA
It didn't take long for Clint to begin courting Laura. After encouraging him to go after the woman who'd won his heart, Emily knew it wouldn't be long before he was completely distracted by her. The good news was he had begun focusing on his missions as usual. And for the first time in two years of joining the agency, Emily had also been sent on her first mission. The mission itself might have gone horribly wrong in the beginning, but eventually she and Clint were able to work together. It was only after the first mission that she and McCoy had gone out celebrating. They took the risks to go out drinking that night, neither caring if they were caught in public.
"You know that thrill you get whenever you score something big in a game?" she asked when she took a sip of her bourbon.
She sat beside McCoy in a bar stool, both of them having ordered shots of bourbon. McCoy himself hadn't been all that eager to find out exactly what happened. He was worried about what sort of dangers she had gotten herself into. Of course she hadn't left without fresh scars to show off… she wasn't looking forward to seeing how he would react to said scars. She'd already received a verbal warning from Coulson the moment she came back with fresh injuries on her stomach. The only consolation she had was that they'd gotten the civilians out of the situation mostly unscathed. They hadn't lost a single civilian, telling her that the mission was successful. She was still on the verge of recovering from the high of said mission. McCoy almost smirked when he noticed how elated she was.
"More or less," he replied with a shrug. "I always felt somethin' whenever I shot a hoop during a basketball game."
She gave a nod of understanding as she thought of the many games she'd attended. Because he'd been on the basketball team for most of middle school and high school, she'd attended a majority of his games. She could still remember spending evenings sitting on the bleachers while studying for whatever tests were scheduled on the following day.
Most folks at the school would never pay attention to whatever it was she was up to. The only time she ever focused on the game itself was whenever McCoy made a score. And truthfully, he knew that she didn't need to attend every game. But her support was what had driven him on more than anything else.
"That's kind of how this felt," she explained with a knowing look. "Helping all those people… it felt more alive than I could've imagined."
McCoy glanced at her in surprise when he realized what she was implying. Whereas most people would have shied away from phasers, guns and other violence, she was willing to put her life on the line for those who couldn't. It was also for that reason that he admired her so much. Despite how annoying it could be knowing that her life was at risk, he still admired her for everything she'd done.
Her enthusiasm over their victory was almost contagious. As irritated as he was with the fact that she had been involved with the fight, McCoy knew what she was getting herself into. This was what she had been training for since she first signed up for the agency. He needed to come to terms with the fact that this was going to be part of her life from now on.
She paused in sipping her drink, thinking of how she'd been able to rescue a group of kids who were trapped in the line of fire. That was how she'd received her latest injury. Phasers were fired at them during the firefight, and one of the blasts had grazed the side of her stomach. She was lucky to have only gotten away with such a minor injury. She knew the damage could have been worse, especially with children involved.
That was part of the reason she kept the suit that Tony had given her. She knew if everyone else saw the scars, they would immediately ask questions. The thought of having to explain that sent a shiver of unease through her. McCoy was really the only one who'd ever seen her without her suit. She was determined to keep things honest between them; at least as far as her job with the agency was going.
"So does this mean you'll be goin' on more missions after this one?" he asked after giving it some thought.
Emily pursed her lips together and glanced at McCoy self-consciously. She'd always known he wasn't happy with the idea of her going out to risk her life. But he'd already been prepared for the moments when she had to go out and take risks that others wouldn't. That was literally what she had signed up for, even if he hadn't.
"This is only the beginning, Leonard," she reminded him. McCoy made a face and looked at her apprehensively as she let out a sigh. "Look, I know this isn't easy for you, but… this is what I signed up for. I've always dreamed of helping people just like Papa."
And more so, she added silently.
She didn't want to admit out loud that Captain Kirk had also inspired her to do more than what everyone thought she was capable of. The fact that he had been willing to sacrifice his life for so many innocent people was what amazed her the most. It was also for that reason that she'd signed up for SHIELD. She knew she couldn't do what he did with Starfleet, so SHIELD was her next best bet.
"I know," McCoy let out a sigh of his own and suddenly leaned into her after ordering another shot, "I just wish it was easier."
She couldn't hide the small smile that followed as she allowed his warm breath to tickle her neck. She had to admit, the first night out was even better than she expected. Though he wasn't making it any better by telling her exactly what Coulson had said before she went on her first mission. He hadn't been happy with the notion, especially since it had taken her nearly getting her ass handed by another agent for him to admit that she was ready.
Coulson hadn't been happy that she was allowing her anger and frustration to get the better of her those days. She'd nearly collapsed from exhaustion because she was constantly pushing herself to the limits during training sessions. It had taken that notion for him to finally realize that she wasn't going to stop until she was assigned to a mission.
"You're starting to sound like Papa," she mumbled.
McCoy just rolled his eyes in exasperation at that, though he didn't bother arguing with her. She'd ordered a third shot of bourbon before deciding enough was enough. McCoy was well into his fourth when she noticed his exterior change. Emily almost smirked when she realized that he was getting drunk.
His face morphed into a lopsided grin as he finished the last of his drinks. Emily made quick work of paying off his tab, ignoring the shrewd look the bartender was giving them. She knew the bartender was likely aware that they were probably underage. Thankfully they'd only just reached the age where they could go out drinking. Shaking her head at the thought, she carefully pulled him away from the bar before he could draw more attention to themselves.
"Where are we goin?" he asked. Emily rose an eyebrow in surprise when she noticed his accent was heavier than before, albeit it was slurred from the alcohol. "The night's still too young to go back!"
"Leonard, I doubt anyone is going to want to see you drunk," she remarked dryly.
"Or you don't want 'em seein' us together havin' some fun," he put in.
It was her turn to roll her eyes in exasperation. She finally pried him to the motel she was stationed at. She knew she wouldn't have lasted much longer if he kept peppering her with kisses like he was. She could already see the tent forming in his pants. Considering it had been weeks since they last saw one another in person, and weeks before than since they had sex, she wasn't too surprised.
"Your father would have a field day if he caught you having sex in the public," she pointed out with a sly look, "And Lord knows what Papa would do if he found out."
That didn't seem to deter him. If anything, he seemed to take that as a challenge as he nearly tore her shirt off. Emily rose an eyebrow in surprise at his eagerness.
"Screw what everyone else thinks," he snapped after taking in her half-naked form. Emily nearly rolled her eyes when she heard the huskiness in his voice. His movements were shaky at best as he struggled to pull down her pants shortly after, all the while feathering her neck with kisses. She fought back a groan when he sucked on a particular spot that sent shivers of anticipation through her. "You're beautiful."
"I do love it when you say that," she remarked thoughtfully. "Though you can't exactly fuck me with your clothes still on."
She added the last part by brushing her fingers across the tent in his pants. She smirked when she heard his breathing hitch at the feeling of her fingers brushing his sensitive cock. She knew she was testing his limits, pushing him around every corner she could just to see where he would go. McCoy let out a rather loud and embarrassing groan as she continued teasing him, all the while feeling his warm lips against the skin of her neck. His free hands were tenderly brushing the sides of her stomach as she pulled off her bra and panties.
"You're enough to drive me wild," he groaned when he finally pulled away to kick off his clothing.
"I can see that," she smirked in amusement. "Someone is a little eager to see me."
She didn't bother restraining herself when she reached for his cock, ignoring the incredulous look that followed. McCoy had already pinned her to the bed once they reached the motel. Now she was turning the tables on him by showing just how much stronger she was. And he didn't like being up-shown by anyone. Regardless, she continued wrapping her fingers around his cock, raising an eyebrow in surprise at the way it twitched at her touch.
"Good Lord, woman," McCoy breathed out as she turned so that they were facing each other. Emily just smirked in amusement as she continued this action for the next few seconds, stimulating him in every way she could. "Your hands feel amazing."
She hid a knowing smirk and kissed his bare chest affectionately, "I'm glad someone thinks so, because you have wonderful hands yourself."
McCoy's face lit up in a way that left her heart fluttering with joy. He wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation. Before she could recover, he suddenly thrust into her moist entrance. She bit back a gasp of surprise at his sudden intrusion, though it didn't take long for the pleasure from earlier to come rushing back. She couldn't deny the moans that followed as she guided him along by thrusting her hips forward, relishing the way he seemed to fit into her perfectly. McCoy made quick work of her by capturing her lips with his as he continued pounding into her.
Her moans were far more satisfying than he would admit out loud. The feeling of her slick walls surrounding him was providing all the pleasure he needed. But that didn't stop his hands from tenderly roaming her body. Or for him to admire how beautiful she was when she gave herself fully to him. No other woman had ever provided the sensations she provided, and it was for that reason alone that he wanted nothing more than to have her by his side for the rest of his life. A few more thrusts were all it took for him to finally reach his climax. He let out a final, loud and embarrassing groan as he came into her.
It took a few seconds for her senses to return. Emily blinked a few times in amusement when she noticed McCoy was still toppled over her. His breathing had finally calmed down, though he hadn't moved since he came into her. She let out a quiet sigh as she carefully shifted so that he pulled out, though not before checking to make sure that he was still awake.
"Sleep well, cowboy," she murmured when she noticed that he'd fallen asleep shortly after.
She had a feeling that he was going to regret the hangover that would follow. She shook her head at the thought, deciding that the best thing to do in that moment was allow the bed sheets to cover them for the night.
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She wasn't sure how late in the morning it was when she woke up the following morning. She was vaguely aware of the arm wrapped around her torso. She was also aware of the fact that McCoy held her close against his chest, and that he also had morning wood. Emily almost snorted when she realized that this was the second time she had woken up to the feeling of his cock pressed against her ass. She was beginning to realize that the reason behind said sensation was because of their nightly activities. Though from what she had learned over the years, it was also because her of how her partner really felt about her.
She let out a quiet sigh, shifting carefully so that she wouldn't disturb him right away. There was something almost satisfying about the way his soft snores echoed throughout the room. Emily couldn't hide the smile that followed when she noticed how peaceful he looked in his sleep. She knew that wasn't going to last long, especially since he'd had a few too many drinks the other night. In doing so, the hangover that would follow wasn't going to be pretty. Still, that didn't stop her from feathering kisses along his bare chest. She smirked in amusement when she felt him begin to stir from her sudden contact.
It didn't take long for her to reach his lower abdomen. Curiosity had been getting the better of her over the last few months. She knew there were other methods of providing pleasure to men. His cock was a sensitive organ, so providing pressure of any kind would do the trick. Fortunately, McCoy wasn't much different as she finally reached his cock. Emily watched in amusement as it twitched in anticipation at the feeling of her warm breath. She glanced up, not missing the way McCoy's face scrunched when she finally kissed the tip of his cock. That seemed to do the trick. McCoy let out a quiet groan as she went further by sliding her tongue along the base, blinking in surprise at the taste that followed.
"Em?" McCoy was finally awake, though he hardly had time to register what was happening when she took him in fully for the first time.
The feeling of her warm mouth wrapped around his cock was unlike anything he'd ever felt. McCoy had to bite back a sudden cry of pleasure that followed when she used her tongue to slide around the base. She quickly learned what she needed to do in order to fuel said stimulation. Instead of stopping there, she bobbed her head up and down and tried to ignore the odd feeling stirring within her. She could already feel his cock pulsing from the sensation, telling her that she was doing a good job at providing pleasure. A few more seconds of this went by before he finally came into her mouth. Emily rose an eyebrow in surprise at the taste that followed.
"I wanted to try something a little different," she admitted when they both recovered. McCoy suddenly captured her lips with his, offering another lopsided grin as he realized what she was implying. "I take it you liked it?"
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," he replied with a cheeky grin.
Emily couldn't hide the sheepish smile that followed.
"Well, I'm glad I was able to do something to help with that hangover you'll have," she remarked with a knowing smirk.
It wasn't until hearing those words that McCoy made a face.
"Is that why my head's pounding away?" he groaned after realizing the reason behind his headache. Emily struggled not to laugh at his expense. She'd been around the SHIELD academy long enough to know what hangovers were like. Several agents tended to sneak in drinks when their SOs weren't looking, which would often lead to some interesting drinking parties. "Good God it hurts!"
Emily just rolled her eyes when she reached for the aspirin she normally kept with her. He was lucky she'd learned to keep it with her even after going through a rigorous training session.
"Maybe this could be a lesson not to drink so much," she suggested when she handed him the aspirin. McCoy just rolled his eyes at her comment. "The good news is, hangovers are only temporary."
"You know, you drank almost as much as I did the other night," McCoy grumbled after a few seconds passed.
Her face fell the moment he brought that up. She had been testing how much she could drink prior to that night. Because she trained at a SHIELD facility, drinks weren't out of the question. And it hadn't taken her long to reach a conclusion that made her wish she was human.
"I have a metabolism that's stronger and higher than that of an average human," she explained with a sigh of frustration. McCoy sat up in surprise. He knew she wasn't exactly normal in the first place… what he didn't know was that she wasn't technically human either. "Believe me, Tony's tried getting me drunk on more than one occasion with Rhodes watching us. I'm pretty sure it was his way of trying to get revenge on me."
"Wait a minute… does this mean you can't get drunk?" he asked in disbelief. When she gave a stiff nod, McCoy frowned. He'd seen Tony enough times to know the genius would bring alcohol with him whenever he stopped by for a visit. Those were the few times Coulson hadn't been around to keep an eye on her, and not for the first time, she was grateful for the time she had with Tony and Rhodes. "Damn, that sucks."
"You don't have to tell me twice," she groaned in annoyance.
She had a feeling that she was going to regret not being able to get drunk. Considering how stressful their jobs could be, she knew nothing good would come out of it. McCoy let out a sigh of his own and ran a hand through his messy hair. He hadn't thought of the consequences that came with her powers until then. She supposed the only consolation she had for that time was that she wouldn't have to worry about being caught in public.
A lot of good that would do me if I'm in desperate need of a drink, she thought with a roll of her eyes. She tried pushing the thought aside, knowing that dwelling on it wouldn't get her anywhere. Besides, one of them needed to stay sober in order to protect themselves from Coulson's wrath. She knew if he did find out what they were up to behind closed doors, nothing good would come out of it