A/N
Eeeee! Finally made it to this point! I've had this chapter in my head for a while, so I hope the way I've written it makes sense to everyone! Thanks to all of you for the reviews/follows/faves... you're the best, cookies for all!
Also, if anyone wants a character profile type thing for any/all of the kids (if you want a better description of them, or a bit more in depth of their personality or anything) let me know in the reviews section and I'll send over the profiles I have written for each of them :)
Angst and sex warnings apply for this chapter.
Chapter Thirteen.
The shrill tone of his communicator roused Leonard McCoy from his slumber.
He grumbled into the pillow and held tighter around the waist of his wife, waiting for the person attempting to call him to give up.
The sound stopped and he breathed a small sigh of relief, placing a kiss on the back of Carol's neck and shifting his body closer to hers.
"Mornin' darlin'," he murmured drowsily and she turned to kiss him gently.
"Morning. So you got in pretty late, good night?" she asked and he opened his mouth to start ranting about the state people had got themselves into, but was interrupted before he could begin as the comm. sounded again.
"God damn it," he growled, reluctantly removing himself from the warm embrace of the comforter and snatching up the device, answering it without looking at the identity of the caller.
"Jim, I swear to god if you-"
"Not Jim," David's voice interrupted.
"Oh. Hi, good to know you're not dead," he scoffed. David had vanished before the end of the party and hadn't been answering his calls.
"Not dead. Not yet anyway, but I think I broke something," he said. He sounded in pain, like he was clenching his jaw as he spoke.
"Shit, what? Are you alright? Where are you?" he asked. Carol sat up, immediately awake, alert and concerned for her son.
"With Jo. M'ok," he said weakly and there was rustling as the comm. was snatched off him by his sister.
"He's got a broken rib," she said and Bones tensed.
"How did that happen?" he asked suspiciously.
"I tripped and fell down the stairs by the-"
"No you didn't!"
"Yes. I did. I fell, ok? Can you… come fix it? It really hurts," he mumbled pathetically.
Bones grumbled to himself as he made arrangements to call by Joanna's apartment to get David and patch him up.
"Kids! Why did we have any?! We could have had nice, quiet lives with just Joanna, she's never given us any trouble," he said exasperatedly as he threw the comm. down on the bed and stormed over to the dresser to grab himself some clothes.
"Len, please just make sure he's ok. You don't think he and Chris… had a fight do you?" Carol asked hesitantly and Leonard felt his anger bubble up.
It would make sense. David had been avoiding Chris at the party, though the part-Vulcan had made several attempts to get close enough to talk to him.
"Might have been, I'll ask him, he's no good at lying to my face," he said in a low voice as he pulled on a pair of grey slacks.
"Just… don't go too crazy, alright?"
"Carol, I do not go crazy, ever," he protested as he snatched a shirt from the wardrobe.
"Yes you do," she pointed out and he sighed.
"Only at something that puts you or the kids in danger. Those are the only times."
"Or Jim."
"Oh hell no! If I went crazy every time that idiot got himself into danger I'd be locked in some god damn loony-bin somewhere," he grumbled as he picked up his jacket and comm. and headed out the door.
He arrived at Joanna's apartment fifteen minutes later and grabbed his med-kit from the back of the car.
Joanna let him in and he found David sprawled on the couch, laying awkwardly on his front with his arm above his head, trying to get comfortable.
"Left side?" he asked, taking one glance at the position of his body.
David nodded slowly and grimaced in pain.
"Alright, let's get you sat up and I can get a better look at you," he said, getting a hypospray from his supplies and loading it with a strong painkiller.
"Keep still," he ordered as he gently pressed it to his son's neck. He visibly relaxed almost immediately.
"That's some good shit," David murmured as Joanna and his father helped him to slowly sit up.
"Shirt off."
He did his best to remove his shirt, but was unable to lift his left arm properly and Leonard had to help him.
"Damn, I remember when I was young once," he sighed sarcastically as David's toned torso was put on full display.
"Yeah yeah," David muttered, closing his eyes as his father carefully turned him so he could get a look at the area causing him so much pain.
Leonard didn't even need the tricoder to verify the broken bone as it was clearly protruding against the skin, though it hadn't punctured it. The whole area was bruised and angry and swollen and as he worked to repair it he felt his anger bubbling up.
He didn't hang around to talk once he was finished and left the apartment with a quiet determination about him that was picked up on by both Joanna and David.
"Where do you think he's going?" Jo asked as she sipped from her cup of coffee.
David stretched and pulled his shirt back on.
"To kick Chris' ass," he said with a small but unconvinced smirk.
Jim did his best to ignore the pounding in his skull and the sick feeling in his stomach. He lay on his side, willing the room to stop spinning, and reached out for Spock, hoping the comfort of his touch would help him feel better.
He blinked when he found the bed empty beside him.
He sat up when he heard raised voices downstairs.
Chris yelped in shock as he was flung against the wall of the hallway, Leonard McCoy's fists balled in his tee-shirt and pinning him painfully against the wall. His hand was throbbing painfully from where he'd cut it on the glass last night and he couldn't use it to push the doctor off him.
"You want to tell me, Kirk, why my son has a busted rib? Hmm? Seems like somethin' you'd know about," he demanded.
Christopher's eyes widened slightly and he looked down at the floor.
"ANSWER ME!"
He looked back up and answered the question honestly, deciding it was his best chance of getting out of the situation alive and un-hyposprayed.
"We had a conversation last night which ended in David pushing me. I pushed him back and he hit the wall, I didn't mean to-"
"Whether you meant to or not, I don't give a damn," he growled and Chris did his best to stay still and maintain a neutral expression.
He could have easily pushed the middle-aged man away from him, could have picked him up and thrown him if he'd wanted to and his hand hadn't been injured and wrapped in a blood-soaked cloth, but he had more respect than that, and he wanted to let the doctor at least think he was in control of the situation.
"Did you, or did you not assault my son?"
"Assault is a strong word, Bones, let's not-"
Chris didn't flinch as the doctor's fist collided with his jaw. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, though it would have had he been human, but was certainly hard enough to get his attention.
"Don't you fucking dare."
Jim began to descend the stairs, shirt missing and rubbing sleep from his eyes but suddenly feeling a lot more awake as he saw his best friend with his son pinned to the wall in a death grip.
"Bones! What the hell is going o-"
"Damn it Jim! Your kid is out of control. He beat David up last night and-"
"I did not beat him up! I pushed him, once!"
"But you're like some… fucking… superhuman… freak! You could have killed him!" The doctor raged and Jim dived into the fray, hangover suddenly feeling entirely non-existent as he did his best to pry the enraged doctor off Christopher who was doing his best to not react to the situation.
"Bones. That's enough."
"Jim I swear to god I-"
"Leonard. Leave. Right now. He's my son and I'll deal with him, you can't just come over here and start saying things like that," Jim said in his best stern Commodore tone.
The doctor took a sharp inhale and shoved Christopher hard into the wall, hard enough that his head snapped back and made contact with it.
"You… stay away from him or so help me I'll make you sorry," he growled and Jim pulled him sharply away from the young man.
Jim dragged his friend out of the house, staring him down for a few seconds outside before the doctor began to speak.
"Jim I-… I don't know what came over me. I saw David hurt and I just…"
"I don't want to hear it Bones. Not right now. You think it's easy on Chris? Being rejected like that? You don't understand what it's like to be bonded, to have that connection with someone, to feel that they are quite literally the other half of your soul. Christopher's mind wouldn't have been able to connect so easily if they weren't meant to be together, so you tell David to get his head out of his ass and figure it all out, okay? Because Chris isn't taking this very well," Jim raged, shivering with the cold of being stood out in the November air in only his pyjama pants.
"Oh what, and you think it's easy on David? To have his best friend just all of a sudden spend three days using him for sex and joining their minds in a way he didn't properly consent to?!"
"He would have consented; he wouldn't have been able to complete the bond otherwise! Chris's telepathy is weak, you know this for yourself, he's always struggled with it, he can barely even mind-meld," Jim argued, teeth chattering as he crossed his arms across his chest to try to keep warm.
"I think we gotta either keep them apart or get them to sit in a room together and work it out," Bones said quietly. He obviously felt bad for barging into the house and threatening Chris, but didn't want to vocalise his apology.
"I agree. More so with the second one. Now either fix my hangover or get out of here," Jim said, but he didn't smile. He didn't want to speak to the doctor right now; he wanted to speak to his son, to get his side of the story and to make sure that he was alright.
Bones left after giving him a hypo, much more roughly than was really necessary.
Chris watched Jim as he re-entered the house, shivering with the cold.
Jim had several questions for his son, but started with the one that seemed the most obvious.
"What happened to your hand?"
Chris looked at the floor and Jim took a step closer.
"Chris? Are you alright?"
When Chris looked back up he had tears in his eyes.
"I broke a glass, I crushed it in my hand… and I don't know why I did it, I just… it seemed like a good idea and I… I don't know," he said, his voice sounding higher than usual as he fought back tears.
"Hey, that's ok, sometimes everybody does things they don't understand. Can I hug you? Is that alright?" Jim asked. He knew Chris was sometimes weird about physical contact and that he'd made him uncomfortable the last time he'd hugged him.
The younger man nodded slowly and Jim advanced on him quickly, wrapping him up in his arms and holding him tightly.
"You're freezing."
"I know," Jim mumbled into his son's shoulder. "That's the only reason I wanted a hug, you guys are always so nice and warm!" he joked and Chris smiled faintly.
"Come sit with me? We'll talk it all out," he said and Chris nodded again, allowing Jim to lead him into the living room where they sat together on the couch.
Chris had vague memories of falling asleep there last night after his conversation with Spock, but had woken up in his own bed upstairs with no recollection of getting there.
Jim allowed Chris to talk, Seren creeping into the room and repairing his hand whilst he did so. He confessed the true nature of his feelings for David McCoy, and how crushed he was feeling at the strong rejection and the uncontrollable bond.
"You know when your dad and I first met we hated each other," Jim said, leaning back into the couch.
"You're my dad," Chris said flatly.
"Well, yeah, but you know what I mean," Jim said and Chris shrugged. Jim continued with his story anyway.
"Yeah. I cheated on a test that he programmed, and he didn't like that one bit, so he taddled on me and got me dragged in front of all the cadets, taunted me about my father, insulted my intelligence too. Damn smug pointy-eared asshole, I remember it like it was yesterday," Jim sighed and Chris raised an eyebrow as Jim began to reminisce about his past.
"Oh sorry. Yeah… uh… oh! So then I wasn't allowed to leave Earth, but Bones snuck me aboard the Enterprise, where I marched right up to Spock and told him he was wrong, everyone listened to me eventually and we saved the world together, and y'know, the rest is history."
Spock cleared his throat loudly from the doorway and entered the room, a small smirk playing at his lips.
"Pardon my intrusion, but I believe there are several inaccuracies in your story that I wish to correct," he said and Jim raised an eyebrow at him.
"No, Spock, that's totally how it happened. And then we became best friends, fell in love, and that was that."
Spock! Shut up! I'm just trying to tell the short version to make him understand that even T'hy'la don't always get along perfectly. Jim sent him a message through their bond to try and get him to stop ruining his story.
"Jim, you are failing to recount the incident where you stole command of the Enterprise from me by causing an emotional breakdown on the bridge, you also neglected to mention the fact that I had you removed from the ship due to your entirely unacceptable conduct and placed on a suitable planet until a time when-"
"Suitable?! You call Delta Vega suitable? Suitable for what, freezing off my left nut?"
"I believe you are being overly dramatic as I am quite certain that both of your testicles are intact."
Want me to show you? Just to double check?
Christopher pulled a face and Jim laughed exasperatedly as Spock continued his story, ignoring the increasingly suggestive comments Jim was sending him through their bond.
"-and furthermore, it was not until quite some time after the events of the Narada conflict that I became aware of our strong compatibility as bondmates. Whilst Jim's point is sound in that yes, we did not always get along, his recollection of the events leading to our bonding was somewhat… selective," Spock finished and Chris looked between his two parents. Jim looked… flustered, and Spock looked quietly pleased with himself.
"I uh… thanks?" Chris said hesitantly.
Jim and Spock were looking at each other in a way he understood all too well, and didn't want to be anywhere near.
"I'm gonna go… home, y'know, to my place. I'll see if David will come over so we can talk, or I'll go to his house and talk to him… but yeah… I'll… uh… get out of your way," he said, quickly backing out of the room and retreating up the stairs.
Jim was on top of Spock and pinning him to the couch before Chris had even reached the top.
"My unacceptable conduct?" Jim quoted and Spock's lips quirked up at the corners.
"You think you're so funny, don't you?"
"I do not have an opinion on my ability to be humorous at this time."
Jim growled in frustration and crashed his lips to his bondmates, hands tangling in silky black hair.
"Tonight. Me. You. A hotel. Not near the kids… not here. I'll show you how just unacceptable my conduct can be," Jim murmured into his ear, grinding his half-hard erection against Spock's lower stomach as he straddled him on the couch.
"I'm not looking! I swear, just need my comm." Chris awkwardly entered the room with one hand over his eyes.
Jim leapt off Spock and grabbed the device from the coffee table, handing it to his son.
"There, thanks. I'll go out and you guys can… uh… well… yeah, I'll see you later," Chris said, obviously detecting the sexual tension in the room.
"Chris we aren't going to-"Jim tried but their son was already rushing out the door.
"Damn it," he muttered, throwing himself onto the couch and sighing deeply. Spock and Jim sat in silence for a few minutes until Jim spoke again.
"Have you seen Leo this morning? He awake yet?"
Spock shifted slightly and took Jim's hand.
"He was awake earlier with some sickness but then returned to bed, he asked not to be disturbed as he wishes to sleep all day," he said and Jim shook his head.
"He can't keep sleeping all day Spock, he needs to eat, get stronger for his surgery," Jim said and Spock nodded, running his thumb gently over Jim's knuckles.
"He is aware of this, however I think you should let him rest for today."
Jim fell silent and sat clutching Spock's hand, amazed at how quickly his mood had changed.
"Well don't stand out there like a stray, come on in," David urged as Chris looked at him from the doorstep.
Chris had taken all day to work up the nerve to go over and talk to him, and it was dark and raining ouside.
Jim and Spock had gone out, and had been vague about just where they were going. Chris had a feeling it had to do with whatever strange situation he'd been witness to earlier that day in their living room, but had no real desire to know what they were doing.
"Are you… the only one here?" Christopher asked as he slipped off his shoes just inside the door.
"No. Emily is here too, up in her room, but my Mom and Dad are out somewhere with Jo… I don't remember, something to do with Starfleet, I always forget," he shrugged and Chris nodded slightly.
"You want to uh… do this in the living room? Or the kitchen? Or we could even go up to my room if you want?" David offered. His body language was tense, stiff, awkward, but his face was showing a softer set of emotions. Remorse, care, and something that looked a little like sadness and maybe a hint of pity.
Chris moved automatically towards the kitchen. That was where they'd usually hangout, sitting at the table, that was where he was most comfortable.
David followed and waited for Chris to sit down before selecting his own seat. Chris had sat on the end of one of the long sides of the table, and David sat on his right, on the corner of the table next to him, but not too close.
Chris looked at him expectantly and David glanced down at the table before opening his mouth to speak.
"I… I… don't really know what to say. Sorry my dad flipped out at you," he said quietly.
Chris nodded once.
"Sorry for breaking your rib, I didn't mean to hurt you," Chris said quickly and it was David's turn to nod.
"Uh huh, I know. I didn't really notice it until I sobered up, was kinda… numb."
They stared at each other in awkward silence for a few moments until Chris suddenly broke the eye-contact and looked away.
By being in close proximity a whole new flood of David's thoughts had become available to him at once, and the new information contained something about his twin that he really didn't want to know.
"Chris? Are you alright?" David asked tentatively.
"You need to learn to shield your mind, to keep your own thoughts to yourself," he said in a low voice, head down and looking away from him.
David heard the faint sound of two teardrops hitting the kitchen floor and realisation struck him.
Leo.
"So that's what's wrong with him, huh? I figured it was something bad, didn't quite realise it would be…" he stopped talking abruptly and turned to face David, brown eyes spilling over with tears piercing right through him.
"How long have you known? I mean, I can see Jo telling you, but was that the first you knew?" he demanded and David nodded. A feeling of sick dread was rising as Chris began to react to the information, his hands shaking.
"I… oh my god. I've been so… self-absorbed… I mean I knew something was up, but this? How could he not tell me? I… we're… twins… we're supposed to share everything," he whimpered, bottom lip beginning to tremble pathetically as he lost control of his emotions entirely.
David faltered. He didn't know if he should try and reach Jim or Spock for help or do his best to comfort Chris himself.
"Hey man, he's gonna be alright, Seren said he's doing really good, responding to treatment… he'll be ok, Chris," David said, tentatively placing his hand on the other's forearm. Chris looked down at the hand on his arm before looking back up at David's face and losing control of his emotions completely.
As racking sobs shook his body, David leant across and awkwardly pulled him into what he hoped was a comforting hug, trying to focus on sending positive thoughts towards the part of his mind where he could feel Chris's connection.
It's ok, I got you.
Christopher clung to David's shirt as though his life depended on it and bawled his eyes out into his shoulder.
That's ok, let it all out, I'll listen when you're ready to talk about it.
Over Chris' shoulder David noticed Emily peering into the room around the door-frame, obviously having heard Chris's loud crying and come to investigate. She gave her brother a puzzled look and he shook his head, rubbing his hand on Chris's back in soothing, slow circles.
Chris tried to move closer, but the way they were sitting at right angles around the table made it impossible and he mis-judged how far he could move, tipping off his chair and onto the floor, David powerless to catch him as he was far heavier.
Emily's eyes widened.
She didn't understand what was wrong and rushed to help David haul Chris up off the floor.
His eyes locked onto her.
Chris, don't tell her, please. We need to tell her gently.
"You… Leo is sick," Chris spluttered out.
"What?" she asked quietly and Chris grabbed at her shoulder to try and support himself. David did his best to hold him up, but it seemed his shaking legs were unable to support him.
"Leo. Has cancer."
Emily's face paled and she looked at David who looked away quickly.
"Is that true?"
David kept his eyes away from her face, unable to watch her heart break as he watched Chris fall to pieces.
"Is it true?"
David looked at her but said nothing, tears in his own eyes threatening to spill over.
Emily turned and ran from the room and Chris finally lost all traces of control, being reduced to a weeping ball on the kitchen floor as David tried his best to comfort him.
David heard the front door open and then slam, and he knew Emily had gone to confront Leo.
He just sat beside Christopher, stroked his hair, held his hand, and told him that everything would be alright, hoping against hope that it was the truth.
Leo groaned as he woke up, the obnoxious sound of the door buzzer repeatedly ringing through the house. He stayed still for a few minutes, hoping whoever it was would just leave him alone, would go away and give up.
He'd spent the whole day feeling the worst he had felt through all of it. The party had been one step too far, and there was no way he'd be able to keep up his act any longer. He'd been up throwing up what little he had managed to eat, and had then spent all day in bed. The small area of vision he had been experiencing had also once again faded into blackness as if it was punishing him for not being honest to the people around him about his illness.
When after five minutes the person at the door sounded as though they were trying to break it down by hammering on it with their hands he forced himself out of bed, legs shaking with the effort of supporting his weight.
He made his way cautiously towards the door. He wasn't too keen on the idea of falling over, and he'd been getting so very disorientated that there was a distinct possibility of it happening.
"Leo I know you're in there so open the damn door!"
Emily.
He fumbled for the button to open the door, finally locating it and pressing it to allow the door to open.
She raised her hand and slapped him the second the door was open, full force right in the face. The sound resonated through the room and he stood stock still, stunned. He barely registered the sharp stinging in his cheek; the amount of painkillers flooding his system had him completely numb.
"How could you?!" she demanded and his shoulders slumped.
"You… know?" he asked and she shoved him roughly, sending him stumbling backwards.
"Yes. I know that you could be dying?! Jesus Leo, do you have any idea how selfish that is? To not tell people? Your friends? People who care about you?!" People who love you.
"I didn't mean to-"
"To what? To show some basic decency and tell your own fucking twin that you have cancer?! You didn't think that he might be a little upset when he found out?!"
He visibly flinched, a feeling of sick, sudden guilt hitting him. Immediately he reached for his twin's mind through their link, but found it firmly blocked off.
"Is he alright?" he asked quietly and Emily sighed, pushing her wet hair back off her face. It was raining hard outside and she'd walked over, or rather mostly ran over as anger and shock and fuck, fear and love and care had coursed through her veins.
Chris, please, talk to me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Leo sent, but deep down he knew it would go ignored.
"Last I saw he was crying, bawling his eyes out on the kitchen floor in my house while David tried to talk sense into him. He's a real big mess."
"Fuck it all," Leo muttered under his breath. "I didn't mean for anyone to find out this way. I was going to tell people, to tell all of you. Most of all I knew I had to tell Chris and you… I… I just… please don't hate me?" he pleaded.
She stared at him for a long few seconds, the hurt on his face, the remorse so clear in his brown eyes that were begging her to at least hear him out. Sighing, she jabbed the button to close the door and stepped into the house.
"You've got ten seconds, so start talking," she said roughly.
"I couldn't tell you, but I knew I had to. I… Emily… I'm in love with you," he said, eyes fixed perfectly on hers. She felt her throat tighten, her heart skip a beat and her stomach do a funny sort of turn. Holding her breath she stared at him long and hard.
"I'm sorry that you had to find out this way. Please don't hate me, or leave, or-"
She took a step forward and cupped his face in both of her hands, pressing her lips to his to stop him from talking. Leo's heart was pounding, guilt and fear and regret mingling with love and tenderness and care. He'd upset her, but he knew it was the right time to tell her, to explain everything not only about his illness but about the way he felt for her.
The kiss was short and sweet, feeling like she could explode from the sheer maelstrom of emotions flooding through her, some of which she wasn't even sure were her own, Emily broke the contact.
"You're a complete asshole and I hate you," she hissed as she pulled away. His hands found the back of her head and pulled her forward, their lips meeting again, more firmly this time.
"I deserve that," he nodded slightly as they broke apart again.
His heart was pounding as he trailed one hand down to link with hers, the other gently stroking her hair back off her face.
"Why are you wet?" he asked and she sighed.
"Raining," she said shortly.
"Your clothes are wet too," he pointed out. He hoped it didn't come across as too obvious that he was hoping she'd take them off.
"Don't care," she shrugged.
He took a deep breath.
"I uh… have some dry clothes, if you want to borrow something? Then we can talk about… y'know, everything," he offered and she looked at him carefully, annoyed at herself for not questioning the more obvious signs of his illness.
The dullness in his usually bright eyes, the dark circles beneath them, the weight loss, the lack of appetite, the constant sleeping.
"Guess I better had change," she agreed, her hands moving down to play with the bottom hem of his tee-shirt. She found it odd, normally he'd wear long sleeves.
"I want this shirt," she said and he chuckled nervously.
"But I'm already wearing this one."
"I want it."
"That'd mean I'd have to… take… it off… Emily do you…" he began, cut off once again by her lips. This time she was more insistent, her tongue taking the lead and teasing at his bottom lip.
"Do you mean like…"
She cut him off again, this time biting lightly at his lip and causing him to tense and wrap his arms around her, pulling their bodies close.
"You want me to take off my clothes?" he finished.
There were no more words as she led him by the hand up to his bedroom and to the edge of his bed. She took the lead, pushing him down so he was sitting before settling on his lap.
He was gaining confidence in their kisses, his tongue beginning to taste her as he's longed to for so long. Emily ran her hands through his soft hair, messing it up fully as they moved to a horizontal position, both laying on their sides.
She wondered if he knew the lights were on in his room. Probably not.
His hand found her waist and began to run up and down the curve between her ribcage and hip, slowly and thoroughly.
"What are you doing?" she whispered as they broke apart again.
"Looking," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips.
"God, I wish you could see right now," she sighed as she tugged at the bottom of his shirt again.
"When you can't see you have to just… feel," he said softly and she felt herself tear up. She sniffled before she could help it and his hand was immediately on her face, caressing softly, wiping away the tears with his thumb.
She buried her face in his shoulder and cried. He just held her, stroking her hair, trying to calm her down as she began to sob, clinging to his shirt like her life depended on it.
"It's so –hic- unfair."
"I know. I know, I hate it. I get the worst luck, huh?" he said gently and she looked up at him to see him smiling slightly.
"You do have pretty bad luck."
"I feel pretty lucky right now though, you know, beautiful woman in my bed and all that," he smiled and she huffed, shoving him in the chest and making him chuckle.
"Cheeseball," she muttered as she wiped away the last of her tears and her lips found his once again.
He was more cautious now, kisses soft and gentle, hands still roaming a little but not too much until he slipped one hand under the hem of her sweater and froze as it came into contact with soft warm skin.
"Most people wear shirts under their sweaters," he pointed out.
"I got dressed in a hurry," she mumbled as she took his wrist in her hand and moved his hand higher. His fingertips trailed over her skin in a way that caused her to shudder slightly. Letting go of his wrist she took the first step, and grabbed his shirt with full intention of throwing it on the floor.
He was hesitant for a moment but then moved, lifting his shoulders so she could remove the item of clothing and throw it aside. She did her best to ignore the marks on his arms that were obviously from IV lines and repeated use of hypo-sprays.
"Never thought you'd have chest hair," she smirked as her ran her hands over the small patch in the middle of his chest. She was expecting him to laugh and glanced up at his face when he didn't. He wasn't looking at her, and his face was set to a serious expression, a determined expression. He didn't want to joke around anymore. His heart was telling him this could be his last chance, and he had to take it.
She didn't have to ask why he'd become serious all of a sudden. He pulled her lips back to his, more forcefully, kissing her hard.
Finding herself sitting up and straddling his waist, she ran her hands over his naked torso before removing her sweater and throwing it aside. At every possible opportunity she'd look at him. He was just as beautiful without his shirt as she'd always imagined, but definitely a little underweight. His ribs were showing as he lay on his back, but his toned stomach more than made up for it in a visual sense. With another ten or twenty pounds of muscle, he'd look so perfect she might never leave his bed again.
His hands rushed up to explore the newly exposed skin, always stopping short of her bra. She chuckled and lowered her lips to his again.
"You're allowed to touch me you know," she whispered, her lips brushing lightly against hers as she spoke.
"I am," he pointed out, stealing another quick kiss.
Grabbing his wrists she brought his hands up so they were over her breasts and his breath hitched in his throat slightly.
She fought the urge to giggle at the lost expression on his face and the way his hands stayed completely still, just cupping her through her bra. It wasn't until then that she really noticed just how big his hands were, fitting her ample chest perfectly.
"You're such an awkward turtle," she smirked and he frowned.
"Not a turtle. Just a little awkward," he smiled nervously.
Tentatively, his hands squeezed slightly, then snaked around her back to unclip her bra. He fumbled for a minute.
"What is this… like some kind of super-advanced unbreakable lock?" he muttered into her shoulder as he struggled with it.
"Man versus bra, the ultimate battle!" she taunted and he laughed as he finally managed to unclasp it, pulling it from her body and throwing it aside.
Before she knew what was happening, she found herself on her back on the bed, Leo's mouth trailing down her neck, tiny kisses being placed on the sensitive skin. He kissed over her collarbone as his hands tentatively explored her naked torso, making her shiver slightly as his fingertips brushed over her nipples, lingering there for longer than elsewhere as he savoured her reaction.
She watched him closely, the way he was thoroughly learning every inch of her exposed skin, hands no longer afraid to touch or even squeeze slightly. His mouth lowered and he kissed down to right over her heart, pausing there before returning to kiss her lips again.
No longer able to ignore the hard bulge pressing against her hip she lowered one hand and groped him through his clothing, raising an eyebrow at what she found there and taking a moment to try and establish if she'd possibly grabbed something in his pocket by mistake.
His heart was racing as she slipped a hand into his pyjama pants, gripping his erection through only the thin fabric of his boxers.
"That alright?" she asked and he nodded quickly, moving to lay beside her on the bed again.
Their remaining clothing was lost slowly, time being taken to explore newly exposed skin, to kiss and touch and feel. Leo hesitated at her underwear and she kissed his ear before whispering into it.
"It's okay."
He felt a spark of confidence and ran his fingertips over the soft fabric of her underwear once more, before gripping and beginning to drag them down her legs to be carelessly flung aside.
Emily shivered as Leo ran his hands all the way up from her feet to her hips, trailing over her legs in a way that made her whole body tingle. He could barely contain himself at the feeling of the velvet-soft skin, wrapping toned, slender legs that tensed under his touch.
Emily looked at his body, over and over, memorising it, every freckle, every tiny scar, some of which she knew the story of, others she didn't.
"You're so perfect," she mumbled against his lips.
"No, I'm not," he objected quietly.
Her hands began to wander over his body, one settling on his hipbone and causing him to squirm.
"I uh… well… hmm," he stammered and she smiled.
"Nervous?" she asked and he nodded quickly.
"Me too. That's ok. We can stop, I mean we probably shouldn't really do this, I mean- but I do want to, really, I want to do this… with you," she faltered and he nodded again.
"Yeah well I mean… I want to, too, so… if you want to, and I want to, and I'm pretty sure we're both like… really naked and in my bed… and home alone… I mean… should we? It's completely up to you… so, if you want to?" he asked and she smiled.
"I want to," she said simply and he kissed her again, deeply, his tongue trailing over hers in a way that made her feel if she was stood up her knees would have gone weak.
Her eyes trailed over his naked form once again and she felt a surge of nervousness. He certainly was above average in the one department that really counted at this point and she knew this was likely to be painful.
That isn't going to fit. No way. No how.
"I won't hurt you, I promise, I'll be really careful," he mumbled, he was paying careful attention to her thoughts resonating into his own body through where their skin touched.
"You reading my mind?"
"Maybe a little," he admitted and she smirked.
"Read it again," she said and he took a deep breath.
Touch me.
Obliging her instruction he lowered one hand between her legs, slowly caressing the inside of her thigh and getting higher and higher until finally reaching his target.
She bit back her whimper as he finally touched her, fingertips exploring the delicate skin, becoming slick and coated with her arousal. One finger began to very slowly ease into her and she tensed, holding her breath.
He kissed her jaw, down to behind her ear, nibbling at her ear lobe in a way that made her relax fully and release the breath she was holding.
"That ok?" he asked and she nodded quickly as his finger began to move, in and out at an agonisingly slow pace. She reached out and closed her hand around his cock and he froze, biting his lip and closing his eyes tightly.
She tightened her grip experimentally and he whimpered against her lips as they met in a messy kiss. His finger moved faster and her breathing quickened, her hand trailing down to the base of his cock before stroking firmly back up to the head. He exhaled heavily and she chuckled.
"Too much?"
"No," he said softly, his head falling back against the pillows. A gasp escaped her lips as he gently added his second finger. She found her hips rising off the bed, sounds she had never made before tumbling from her mouth before she could stop them. It wasn't long before she couldn't stop herself from moaning against his neck as the pleasure began to build. He paused and let out a shaky breath, tensing up and trying to keep himself under control, causing her to chuckle.
"Sorry," she whispered, kissing his lips lightly.
"I think that's the best thing I've ever heard in my life," he mumbled against her ear, moving his fingers more quickly, more insistently. She soon forgot all about what she had been doing with her own hand as she felt herself reaching a new height of pleasure, mouth hanging open as she gasped for each shallow breath.
"Emily… can I… I want to…" his cheeks were tinted green as he struggled to verbalise his request.
"What?" she gasped out as his fingers pressed harder. He removed his hand and tentatively put one finger into his own mouth, she felt her breath hitch in her throat.
"Leo… I… oh my god, stop it," she mumbled, pulling his hand away from his mouth.
"Why?" he asked innocently and she pushed his hair off his forehead.
"Because I… want to do more," she said and he took a deep breath.
"I've never done… uh… y'know, that. Or well… any of this stuff before," he admitted and she smiled.
"That makes both of us."
"I mean I know… how to… I guess… like… I just never…" he trailed off and she brought her hand up to touch his face.
"We'll figure it out," she assured and he nodded.
Their heated kisses resumed as he gently rolled her onto her back, taking his place on top of her and careful to not let any of his body weight rest on her. She wrapped her legs around his, hooking her heels behind his thighs, pulling him closer and causing them both to gasp as he brushed against her.
Emily lost herself as he kissed her as if his life depended on it, hands roaming all over her body. She broke the kiss and bit her lip as she felt the blunt head of his erection press against her entrance, looking up at his face to see he was biting his own lip in the exact same way.
"Ready?" he asked softly and she made a small sound of agreement, making him frown.
"If you don't want to, I won't be offended or-"
"I'm ready, sorry. I'm nervous," she breathed and he kissed her again.
"Me too, feel," he said, taking her hand and placing it on his side so she could feel the rapid pounding of his heart low in his ribcage.
She held her breath as he pushed in slightly, her hands rushing to grip his thighs and closing her eyes tightly as she felt the beginnings of discomfort and then pain as he moved further.
"Stop," she whimpered as he got maybe halfway, he immediately froze.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, kissing her cheek.
Noticing the fact she was trembling all over, Emily took a few deep, steadying breaths before squeezing his arm in a hint to continue.
He pulled back a little before moving forwards again, this time kissing her at the same time. Leo brought one hand up to her face, his fingers lingering over her PSI points but not engaging a meld. He was getting enough of a telepathic connection with her to feel her pain and kissed his way down to her ear.
"I'm sorry," he repeated and she shook her head.
"Don't be," she said quietly, her hand covering his on her face.
"We can stop," he offered and she shook her head again.
"Don't stop."
He followed her orders and didn't stop, continuing to be as gentle and careful as he could. The pain she was experiencing subsided after a few minutes as he kept completely still, allowing her time to get used to the feeling and allowing his own body time to relax. The feeling of her around him, so incredibly warm and tight and gripping him in just the perfect way was slightly overwhelming.
She tilted her hips up and he took it as permission to move, setting a very slow and careful pace.
Tingling spread through her body, and she realised the pleasure she was feeling wasn't her own, Leo had opened his mind, let down all his shields that made his telepathy one-way, and allowed her in to share what he was feeling, helping her to relax.
The only sound in the room was the rain outside continuing to lash against the window and their heavier than usual breathing as they slowly moved with each other for what felt like a long time, light touches and small kisses adding to the overwhelming sensations flooding through them both.
Emily noticed she was gripping Leo's thighs so tightly she'd left tiny little semi-circular indents from her nails digging into his skin. She released the tension in her grip and ran her hands up to his lower back, caressing his overheated skin gently.
"I'm not still hurting you am I?" he whispered breathlessly and she shook her head, whimpering as he moved slightly and she felt a small jolt of pleasure which was most definitely her own.
Removing his hand from her face he experimentally changed angle, kneeling upright and lifting her hips easily as if she weighed nothing at all until he found the perfect angle, letting out a small moan that made her giggle.
"Oh my god, Emily," he mumbled as he gently lifted her right leg over his shoulder, kissing and biting gently at her calf as it was in range of his lips.
Emily gasped as he sped up slightly again, her toes curling involuntarily and causing him to smile.
He stopped suddenly and she looked up at him, concerned as to why.
"Just, need a second," he said quickly, forcing himself to back down from the edge that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He hoped she wouldn't realise why he'd had to stop.
"Got a little excited huh?" she asked and he nodded, biting his bottom lip as he tried to calm his body down and suppress his embarrassment.
"Let me just- take a minute," he said as he lowered her leg for her and slowly pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her laying on his side with his arm draped around her waist, breathing hard, his whole body trembling slightly. She pushed his sweaty hair back off his forehead before placing a kiss there.
"I also definitely realised we forgot something," he pointed out their lack of discussion of contraception and she shrugged.
"So? I like babies," she smirked and he frowned. Knowing full well that her contraceptive shot had another three months before it needed renewing (her Dad had insisted once she turned eighteen that she had it, whether she was having sex or not) she decided to wind him up a little bit.
"Not at nineteen you don't, and besides, you'd be raising it alone after your Dad killed me with his bare hands for knocking you up!" he chuckled into her neck as he affectionately hugged her tightly.
"This is true. I can just imagine the conversation… 'Hey Daddy, me and Leo had sex and now I'm having a pointy-eared baby, that cool?'" she said and he chuckled again, kissing her rounded ear.
"You don't like pointy-ears huh?" he asked and she smirked.
"I love them actually, they're so cute," she said as she pushed him so he was laying on his back then straddled him, her knees supporting her weight on the bed.
"And I was only trying to scare you, I get a contraceptive shot and my current one is effective for months yet, so there wont be any babies and my Daddy wont be killing you, I mean unless he finds out about this," she said and he smiled.
"Well that's good, because right now I'm really enjoying being alive."
She shivered at his hands running up her thighs then skimmed over her hips and waist before settling on her hips as she carefully lowered herself onto him, taking him in slowly and relieved to find it much less painful.
Leo squeezed his eyes tightly closed, not that it made any difference, but he was trying so hard to concentrate, to keep control and not just explode out of sheer overwhelming excitement.
Knowing he really shouldn't, he sat up slightly and reached his hand up for her face again, fingertips once again settling on her meld points. The temptation to delve into her mind was too much, and he slipped into a light meld, causing her movements to slow to a stop, leaving her just sitting atop him, their bodies and minds connected. He sat up all the way and they both stayed very still, feeling each others rapid heart-beats in their pressed-together chests as they shared everything they were experiencing through the mental link.
If you want me to stop I can-
"Leo," she breathed, lowering her lips down to his, her arms thrown around his neck, pulling him closer still and wrapping her legs around his waist, causing another small moan to escape him before he could stop it.
I love this, I love you.
The feeling of her words echoing inside his mind was too much and he bucked his hips as much as he could with her sitting on top of him. She moaned softly against his mouth and began to move, clumsily at first, but on finding what felt good she settled into a rhythm, her breathing very quickly becoming harsh and desperate as she clung to him, his own panting against her neck.
"I'm… oh Emily, shit," he gasped out, his hand dropping from her face and settling on her back, his other hand staying where it was on her upper thigh and his grip tightening. She could still feel his mind inside of hers, but at that moment she would have done nothing to ever change that, to ever lose that feeling of the ultimate connection and intimacy in sharing thoughts and feelings without words. He ran his hands all over her body, the overheated, soft skin making his palms tingle.
A rush of pleasure that wasn't her own washed over her, causing her to moan and throw her head back, movements now almost frantic as she sensed him reaching the end.
Ladies first…
She gasped his name as he funnelled so much raw lust and passion and ecstasy into her mind that she couldn't cope, completely coming undone as her orgasm hit her at a speed even the Enterprise probably couldn't achieve, her eyes closing tightly and then nothing but pure, immeasurable bliss. She was vaguely aware of feeling him hit his release, heat spreading as he spilled inside of her, her name escaping his lips alongside a stream of quiet, barely controlled moans and incoherent gasps of pleasure.
Losing herself completely in the feeling, she slumped against him, throat sore from sounds she couldn't remember making, breathing in desperate gasps against his shoulder as he stroked her hair back off her face.
"Are… did you…"
"Oh yeah. I just thought I'd make sure you got there first," he said shakily and she chuckled weakly, breathlessly.
Emily made no attempt to move, and Leo wasn't about to complain as he savoured the feeling of her heart beating fast against his chest, gradually beginning to slow down to a more normal rate. He pressed his lips to her temple, fingers brushing through her now tangled hair as he racked his brain for something to say.
"I uh… wow," he mumbled and she giggled, squeezing him tightly and kissing his shoulder where her face was still resting against it.
"Wow," she agreed, very carefully lifting herself off him and laying down beside him, wincing a little bit as she moved.
Instantly he was behind her, one arm underneath her neck and wrapped around her upper chest, the other wrapped around her waist, bodies as close as they could be. Leo nuzzled his face into her neck, kissing up to her ear and back down to where her neck started to become her shoulder.
"I don't really know what to say… thank you? Maybe, I don't know," he mumbled awkwardly and she smiled, shifting a little in his arms so she could turn to kiss the corner of his mouth.
"Now you just say goodnight, and we'll talk about everything when we wake up," she said and he nodded slightly.
"Alright then. Goodnight Emily," he said softly and she exhaled contentedly, snuggling closer to him and soaking up the feeling of his strong arms around her body, protectively holding her close.
"Do you need anything? Like… before you go to sleep?" she asked, all of a sudden remembering that yes, it was real, Leo was still very ill, still taking any number of medications.
"No, don't need anything," he mumbled sleepily.
Just you.
"I heard that," she smiled and he mumbled an incoherent response as his eyes slipped closed.
"Night darlin'," she whispered as she pressed one last tender kiss to his lips as he drifted off to sleep.
Well. I have NEVER written straight sex before. Sorry if that was awful! It was really tough because they're both so innocent and nice and I wanted it to be all... y'know... loving and tender but still passionate. I'll just be quiet now... "
