Post-ep for "Hot Pursuit"
Lying awake in the dark, Claire stared at the ceiling. If she didn't turn to look at McCoy, if she didn't speak, if he didn't, she could pretend there was nothing wrong. She took a deep breath, smelling sex and sweat. There was no way to tell from the smell that she'd had tears in her eyes when she came, that McCoy had gasped her name in a voice as much angry as passionate.
"Jack. Are we going to be okay?" she asked.
"Until one of us gives up," McCoy said. He looked at her. "Claire."
She didn't want to hear what he was going to say. She leaned over and silenced him with a kiss.
"We'll be okay," she whispered against his mouth. 'We'll be okay. We'll be okay."
It was the first time she'd ever kissed him without desire.
