First of all, super special thanks to my wonderful beta, Jewelgirl04 for being fantastic :D So, this is now rates T. Fair warning. It has more swearing of about the same caliber, a tincy bit of violence, some nonspecific and certainly non-graphic sexual content. It's referenced and implied but not actually included. Anyways, thanks for the continued support guys!
If you guys saw this chapter posted earlier, it's fixed now. I have no idea what caused that little technical difficulty but it seems to be fixed now. All's well that ends well :)
One Month Later
The bar was too loud and crowded and I knew that normally, I would be having a terrible time. In fact, I'd be sulking at the end of the bar like Leonard was. But today was no ordinary day.
Today was Saturday the something-th of some month. And it was special, though I couldn't exactly remember why. Because there were no other circumstances that would adequately explain why I THIS drunk.
And grinding on Jim Kirk.
I quelled the annoying little voice in my head that said today probably wasn't Saturday, but rather, a weeknight. After all, Addison Black would never drink on a weeknight.
This guy was a bad influence. And handsy… and dancing with two other girls at the same time.
I looked around the bar and my eyes landed on Leonard. I left Jim to the other women for the time being and walked (okay, stumbled) over to him and he smiled when he saw me. "Sugar, you're not dancing. You should be dancing," I said, trying my best not to slur my words.
"I'm not much of a dancer," he said, putting his hands on my arms to balance me as I tilted.
"Look at how Jim's 'dancing'. It's dancing only in name." I glanced over at Kirk who didn't seem to notice I had left. "Anyway," I interrupted my own train of thought, redirecting my attention back to the doctor. "He's a little too occupied at the moment to dance with me and I wanna dance, so... pleeeease?" I begged with my best puppy dog face.
He smiled, shaking his head at the floor like he always did, and got up to follow me onto the dance floor. I put his hands on my hips and start shaking them in time to the music. Leonard's posture stiffened at first, yet whether it was from the close contact or the fact he just didn't like to dance, I wasn't sure. But by the end of the first song, he had relaxed and, by the grace of some deity, seemed to be enjoying himself.
A few songs later, I ended up back with Jim, though I can't recall how. My former dance partner, on the other hand, was dancing with a strawberry blonde that I recognized from my xenobiology class. And he was grinding on her, hard.
My body started to operate on autopilot and suddenly, it was my cue to reach up and wrap my arms around Jim's neck, pressing my body further into his and eliminating any remaining space between us.
But McCoy didn't even notice. My cheeks burned, the heat traveling to my itching fingertips. I turned around and grabbed Jim's hand, pulling him off the floor. His blue eyes clouded, confused by the sudden turn of events.
I must have been slightly confused too.. running into the blonde bitch and knocking her on the ground was just a happy side effect of my bewilderment.
"What's your problem?" she shrieked, checking her hands for scrapes as Leonard helped her up.
"Nothing!" I shot back sharply, with a hint of arrogance. Though, to everyone else looking on, my slurred speech was far less impressive. "Maybe if you'd use your brain a little more... and your boobs a little less... you'd be able to stay out of the damn way!" I glared, cocking my head to the side to emphasize my point. She gave a little huff, her eyes narrowing into thin slits. I barely had enough time to process her reaction when she reared back and smacked me across the face.
I growled, my head still swiveled to the side from the contact. "Now see that?" I turned my face to stare her down. "Right there, that's my problem with you! Only bitches slap! If you're gonna hit a person…" My eyes momentarily dropped to the floor, steeling myself. "HIT a person!" I roared as my fist met her jaw with a satisfying crack.
"Addy!" Leonard barked at me, dropping to the floor to kneel beside the woman. "What the hell's the matter with you?!" He started checking out the other girl's face, turning his back on me. Jealousy bubbled up inside of me and I felt my stomach start to churn with rage.
Satisfied with the first option that popped into my drunk brain, I turned to Jim, who was even more drunk than I was and hardly seemed to notice that anything was wrong. Grabbing his hand once more, I dragged him back to the exit…
And back to my dorm.
The Next Morning
I woke up to find a dozen tiny dwarves were their pick axes to mine for God-knows-what in my skull, chirping their little song as they clinked away. And to add insult to overwhelming injury, the dwarves were clearly tone deaf.
But the bed I was soft and warm. In fact, it was comforting enough that I could nearly ignore the noisy offenders in my brain, sink into the comfortable mattress, and go back to sleep. Then, the bed shifted under someone else's weight.
I froze. What the hell had I done?
Complete panic took a firm hold on me as a hand slid around my waist and a voice whispered a hoarse greeting in my ear. The familiarity of that voice stung like an icicle through my heart.
The events of the past night flooded my still-foggy brain: Leonard's laugh as he twirled me around on the dance floor. Jim's body pressed against my back. A stinging slap across the face. A bone giving way under the force of my fist. Jim kissing down my stomach...
… Jim kissing down my stomach.
"...Jim?" I was ashamed of how small I sounded.
"Yeah?" He sounded almost hopeful. Did he even remember last night?
"Do you remember what happened last night?" I asked tentatively.
"No," he admitted unabashedly. "But I appear to have gone home with the prettiest girl in the place, so... I'm thinking it was a good night." He grinned mischievously against the back of my neck and pulled me flush against him. I winced, scrunching my eyelids tightly as I silently thanked every higher power I had ever heard of that he had, at some point, put his boxers back on.
Jim didn't seem to realize what had happened last night, what had driven me to take him home. I sighed with relief and it washed over my whole body. He, however, interpreted my response as a sigh of contentedness and nuzzled into my neck. I didn't correct his misinterpretation, deciding to relax into his arms instead.
All in all, it wasn't a bad morning, especially compared to the utterly terrible night I'd had. I was laying in Jim's arms, his breathe on the back of my neck soothed the mining dwarves and I lazily gazed around the room.
When my eyes fell on the control panel embedded in the wall, it hit me like a ton of bricks: the clock read 09:30.
Shit!
I jumped out of bed and rushed to my dresser, only to find it completely empty. Taking option B, I grabbed one of my roommates dresses, disregarding the fact that she'd kill me. That would happen later and right now I was only focused on getting to class.
"What's wrong?" Jim asked, looking genuinely confused as he nearly hung over the side of the bed.
"I have a chemistry class that starts in a half hour on the other side of campus." I explained as I pulled my hair into a ponytail and threw on the first pair of shoes I saw.
"Let me give you a lift," he offered as he stood and started searching for his clothes.
I thought of Leonard and the guilt slowly crept back into the pit of my stomach.
"No you don't have to do that, I'll walk it," I assured him. I wasn't about to show up to the class Len and I had met in on the back of his best friend's bike. "You should get back to your own dorm, you're kind of a mess," I said with a forced smile that he fortunately didn't see through.
Considering the relatively decent morning I was having, I was pretty sure last night wasn't actually as horrible as I remembered it. How could things go from that bad to this good so quickly? Tardiness aside, of course.
After all… why would Leonard care who gave me a ride? Why would Leonard McCoy care about me at all?
"Actually, a ride would be great."
I PROMISE this is still a Bones/OC fic, NOT Kirk/OC. Just bear with me, okay? It can't all be cute library fluff...
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