A/N: I'm so nervous about posting this chapter. I'm sorry.

The way this Chapter works:

There are Sexy bits in this chapter! These bits will be separated by warnings. You will see them and if you don't want to read it, you can skip ahead!

I do not own star trek, and I DO NOT CONDONE DRUNK DRIVING!

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"It's 2 am." I slurred. "We gotta go."

"You are far too drunk to be driving," McCoy scolded.

"Nahhh I'm fine." I said pushing him away slightly.

"Gimme the keys." He's tone was demanding, but not angry.

"Fiiinnee." I reached into my pocket and placed the car keys in his expectant hand. "How the balls are you not drunk?" I asked.

"I've had four more years of practice than you." He replied as we exited the bar.

"Ageist." I retorted.

I shivered as the night air hit my bare shoulders. I don't remember at what point I had taken off my scrubs, leaving me in my undershirt and leggings, but apparently I had. McCoy stood behind me and placed his hands on my arms leading me toward the car as well as warming me. He opened the door to the back seat and I slid in and laid down. He got in the front seat, adjusted the mirror and started driving. We were silent for a while, the sound of the car whooshing past the empty city and the orange lights from the street lamps filtered through the car. If he was swerving at all in his inebriated state, I couldn't tell. Thankfully, no other cars seemed to be out at this ungodly hour.

"How-" I hiccupped. "How're you gonna get home?" I asked feeling slightly less sober since getting in the car.

I heard him scoff as we turned a corner and my stomach lurched. "I hadn't really thought about it." He answered honestly.

"You wanna stay at my place?" I asked boldly, and instantly regretting the way it sounded.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea." McCoy said uneasily. "Joyce might pitch a shit-fit."

"Why?" I asked without even thinking about what I was saying. "She accuses you of sleeping around when she's out there doing exactly that? Fuck her. Do what you want. She doesn't control you." Why was my mouth still moving? I was too drunk to be trusted with words.

For a moment I thought McCoy was just going to ignore me. He didn't say a word and I couldn't see his face from the back seat.

"Wait no! I mean that as: 'you should stay at my place and not care what she thinks'. Not: 'you should come to my house and sleep with me'." Someone needed to duck tape my mouth shut. "Not that I was thinking that!" I added quickly, throwing my hands in the air.

I heard McCoy chuckle and he whispered something that sounded vaguely like the word: "Liar."

We turned again and I held on to the seat in front of me before we came to a stop.

McCoy turned the car off before he turned to look at me in the back seat, a smirk painted across his lips. "Common'." He sighed getting out of the car quickly and slamming his door shut before opening mine. He bowed into the back seat, the roof of the car ruffling his dark brown hair.

"I can get out on my own." I said looking up to his soft eyes. Something in my chest shivered.

"Says the woman who fell on top of Wallace twice tonight." He reached down and shifted an arm under my back, picking me up and pulling me out of the car.

"That's just how I dance!" I slurred back at him. The movement was making me feel more drunk. McCoy chuckled as he adjusted me in his arms, before he shut the door with the back of his foot. He was carrying me bridal style, and I reached my arms around his neck for balance. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks feverishly. I was embarrassed by my lack of control, the fact that Leo felt the need to carry me up to my own house felt slightly humiliating. On top of that, his left hand was under the side of my chest, his fingers digging into my breast slightly. I could feel his tight muscles against my back, his broad chest pressed against my side.

My pulse elevated as I looked up to his face and I bounced with each step as he walked up my driveway to the small, brick one bedroom town house. I was staring at him and I knew it, but some how I couldn't stop.

"What the heck are the color of your eyes?" The words slipped out of my mouth drunkenly.

McCoy looked at me confused. "Hazel." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Ohhhh. 'Cause they're, like, green too. Ionno. It's weird." Leo rolled his eyes at my drunken stupidity as we got to the door. He had put my keys in his pants pocket and he turned to press his hip against the lock, the fob key activating through his pants and unlocking my door. His hand slipped from under my knees for a moment to turn the knob before he gently kicked the door open.

"You didn't have to carry me." I told him.

"Two years and ya still haven't gotten used to a southern gentleman." He swung me around in his arms, and walked into the dark living room. Leo closed the front door with the back of his foot, the way he had done with the car. He made his way blindly over to the moonlit outline of the couch, but not before stubbing his toe on my coffee table.

"Fuck!" He cursed and dropped me into the couch. My arms were still hooked around his neck and he fell with me. When he landed he was on top of me. His arms on either side of my face, his chest pressed against mine our legs intertwined. His face was centimeters from my own. He looked down at me surprised, but he didn't move to get up. Instead his face softened and he reached a hand to brush the loose hair out of my face and my heart sped up, my breath hitched and before I knew what was happening, Leo's lips were against mine.

I was too drunk to process what was happening. I went to push him away, but instead, my drunken hands just roamed over his chest. I tried to yell 'No! Stop!' But a moan escaped my lips instead. Leo deepened the kiss, our mouths opened, he licked the roof of my mouth, I bit his bottom lip. All too fast he was crawling his hands over my body, kissing my flushed cheeks, and down my neck.

It should have stopped.

I should have stopped him.

But god did it feel so good.

"You're right." He whispered into my neck. "She doesn't control me."

(THIS STARTS THE SEXY PART - I'm sorry, I tried to make it T, but I'm sorry, the Smut. I have no control over this story.)

My legs lifted and wrapped around his hips. Leonard cupped my breast through my shirt. Hard. My back arched and I let out a moan. He let out a deep chuckle into my neck and pressed his pelvis against my own. McCoy's hand reached my side, his hand sliding up my shirt. He licked the skin at my collar-bone before biting down on the protruding flesh.

Pain and pleasure mixing perfectly and coursing through me. He sucked at my neck listening at the gasps and hisses escaping my mouth. His hand slid up to my bra, his hand shifting underneath it and his fingers grazed my nipple. I gasped and before I knew it my shirt was in a heap above my head. Leo attacked my mouth once again, his hands roaming over my exposed flesh.

I could feel his pulsing length against my pelvis and I bucked against him causing Leonard to hiss in pleasure. He released my mouth, baring his face in my neck and reached down to my hips, his fingers slinking around my leggings and pulling them down in one swift motion. He looked down to me, his cheeks were flushed and he was panting. He ran his hands up my legs smoothly and stopped at my hips. In that moment I could just how drunk he really was.

This wasn't going to end well.

Leo leaned down and kissed me again, and I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. I could hear him fiddling with the buckle of his pants before I felt something press against my opening. I gasped at the contact and cried out when he entered.

I felt dizzy. It'd been a long time since I'd been with anyone, It'd been a long time since I'd trusted anyone enough to even hug me. Leonard started slow, inching his way in, before hitting the back me and thrusting again. My body was on fire, and it wasn't long before I was begging for more.

"Leooo!" I moaned as he began thrusting harder and faster, he bit down on my neck and I raked my fingers through his hair. I rocked up to meet him each time, getting as deep as we possibly could. With each thrust my head spun more and more. My heart was racing as adrenaline pulsed through me. I felt myself closing around him and my eyes went wide, Leo picked up his pace knowing my end was near.

"Oh god!" I moaned, fire burning and tingling in my crotch and making its way throughout the rest of my body and out my toes and fingertips, I shook as I finished. Which set off a chain reaction, because it wasn't long before Leo's body shook as well and I felt his warmth spill inside of me.

We stayed like that for a moment, both in awe at what had just happened.

What had we just done?

(End M junk back to just T junk)

The next morning I woke up on my couch with a buzzing migraine. The sun was far too bright, and the chirping birds outside were far too loud.

Why the balls was I on the couch and not in my bed?

I stretched out my back, hearing several cracks before rolling on to my side and as my hand hit a soft, muscular chest, I remembered why I was there.

This was not good.

I pushed myself up slowly, trying not to wake Leo. My attempt failed miserably and McCoy sucked in a deep breath from his nose and stretched out, opening his eyes to see me. "'Mornin'." he grumbled with a drowsy frown, blinking at the sun light.

"Heh," I laughed uncomfortably. "G'Morning." I sat up and tucked my hair behind my ears and rubbed my eyes for any lose sleep or makeup. "So uh," I stuttered. "Last night..."

"Yeah." McCoys face darkened.

"We, uh. Yeah, we should talk about that." I said nervously.

McCoy pushed himself up on the couch and sat up. I turned around so that we were facing each other, both sitting cross legged. McCoy squinted and rubbed the back of his neck. "I was drunk." He said.

I rolled my eyes. "No shit. I mean, was that all it was? I'm your co-worker, and you're, like, one of my best friends. So yes I care about you, and obviously I think you're attractive"

Leonard stopped me by shaking a hand in front of my face. "No, stop. Listen. It was a moment of weakness. I just wanted to get back at Jocelyn. Please, just forget it ever happened?"

"I-" I stopped and legitimately thought about his request. "I'll try?" I said uncomfortably.

McCoy got up from the couch, "I better call a cab." He said pulling out his communicator and running a hand through his hair. "Thanks for, uh, letting me stay last night." He said uncomfortably "And um, I'll see you after the vacation." He grabbed a dark pile on the couch that was his shirt, pulling it on over his head as he backed toward the room.

"Yeah" I said getting up and walking him to the door. "I'll see you." I said watching as he walked down my porch and a bit down the road, hands in his pockets eyes to the ground.

AH! IM SORRY! If you think this should go in M, please don't report me, just let me know and I'll change it! I'm bad at knowing what teens can and can't handle.

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