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browngirlTitle: Say That For Destruction
Rating: As it is: NC-17 with warnings. As it was intended to be: Is there a higher rating than XXX?
Characters/Pairing/Threesome/Etc: Kirk/Leah McCoy
Content Advisory: Nonconsensual sex, dubiously consensual sex, Mirrorverse awfulness, bad language, genderswap.
Prompt/Plotbunny/Summary: Three times Kirk visits Leah in her Medbay office.
Notes: The further adventures of Kirk and Leah, poor woman. The warnings apply to what I've already written as well as what I didn't get around to writing.
Whenever Kirk steps into her office Leah's heart races and her pulse spikes so fiercely she imagines she can feel the blood slamming around inside her arteries, rushing through her veins, pounding in her temples. Whenever he locks the door with a word he smirks at her like he can hear exactly how hard her heart is beating.
She always glares when he smirks. Sometimes when she's exhausted, when it's been a busy day and she can still feel blood sticky under her fingernails, she throws her head back and curses at him until he slams his mouth against hers. Sometimes when it's been a violent day on the Bridge he tears her tunic down the back and she screams, clutching the edges of her desk, struggling to brace herself. Sometimes he clamps his hands over her shoulders and shoves her to her knees between his thighs, sometimes he throws her onto her back and pulls her legs around his waist, but usually he pushes her over her desk, her cheek pressed flat against the textured polymer and his hand heavy behind her heart.
Sometimes she swears she won't move, won't struggle, won't come for him, that she'll just lie there limp and boring until he gives up. She hasn't managed it yet while tipped over her own desk, watching files and flimsies slide over the edge, her teetering legs straining to hold her up as he shoves them apart. She hasn't yet managed to ignore him when he blankets her with hot muscle and pushes her hair aside, as he pins her with his hot sharp mouth pressed to her nape, teeth sinking in just slightly as his hands roam and strip and squeeze her. She always ends up cursing and shuddering, shaking and gasping and wrung inside out as he works her over, chuckling against her spine until his own triumphantly growled orgasm.
Leah always ends up disheveled and sweaty and sore, jangled to the core with half her shift left to work through, slumped over her own goddamn desk with Kirk admiring his own blasted prowess and the mess he's made of her before he leaves again.
The first time is actually the third time he's come to see her in her new office, when the adrenaline spikes caused by being alone with him are starting to ramp down. In the middle of actual ship's business, a discussion of vaccines and viruses and the crew's health, Kirk pauses, tilts his bright-eyed head on that columnar neck of his, and says, "Stand up, Bones."
Mystified, Leah obeys, asking, "What does that have to do with --"
Kirk kicks her chair across the office. Openmouthed, Leah watches it roll into the wall and bounce, spinning as it tumbles into the corner. "What the Hell -- oh!" Suddenly much too close, Kirk grabs her arm and turns her, shoving her down, her feet flying out from under her as she falls rigidly towards her desk. "Let go, ow!" Her cheek hits the desk, her breasts squashing against it as her booted toes scrape the floor. "Let me up!"
"Let me up, Captain," Kirk drawls, shifting his grip to her nape as she claws at her desk. "Ask nicely, Bones."
"Let me up," Leah huffs, pinned down against her desk, Kirk's thighs pressed behind hers, "Captain. Please."
"Mmm, in a minute." She hears him unfasten his trousers and her blood runs cold.
"Are you kidding me?" She can't even buck, her belly barely lifting off the hard edge of the desk before she falls back and it imprints a searing line across her thighs. "It's the middle of the day, I have work to do --"
"I've got a ton of shit on my plate today," he answers almost lazily, pushing his fingers into her hair, his thumb firm on the base of her skull. "Lost track of time, actually, I've only got nine minutes left." The other hand lands on her waist, sliding forward around her hip. "Let's make 'em good."
Leah bites down on her first instinctive, 'No,' gritting her teeth as Kirk palms her belly and unfastens her trousers. This is what she signed up for when she let the Admiral give her to Kirk, she reminds herself as he curls his fingers into her waistband and drags it down, until he brushes his already-hard dick against her ass and she involuntarily jerks, pushing with all her strength against her desk. He just chuckles and rolls his hips, shoving her against the hard edge. "Ow," she chokes out involuntarily, "Ow, let me up, you're hurting me."
"You're too tense," he downright croons, and she can feel him taking himself in hand, feels his blunt cockhead sweep between her lips, sending a shiver rattling through her. "A nice little nooner's what you need."
"I need for you to let -- ow, God, ow," she gasps as he pushes into her, a hard achy shove, and his breath ruffles her hair, whisking hot across her cheek.
"Captain's fine," he puffs cheerfully, shoving in to the hilt, thumping another gasp out of her. "Or you could even call me Jim, I like Jim."
"I bet you do," is pathetic, but it's the best she can manage as she clutches her inflexible desk, as he laughs and drags himself out of her and pushes in again harder, faster. Her crushed breasts crackle and she squeezes her eyes shut against his gleaming grin, but there's no way she cannot feel it when he slides his hand around her waist, dipping low between her legs. "Don't," she yelps on a jagged stab of panic, "Don't, I can't," as he strokes her open to him, "I won't, goddamit, stop," as he brushes an agonizingly light touch over her clit, counterpoint to forceful thrusts. "Ow, I, ow," and she can hear her own voice shredding as she winces and he growls, as he presses her down with his hard body and bites her nape like an animal restraining its mate. "Fuck you, you brute, ease up, don't you dare break the skin!" He just chuckles, vibrating down his teeth and through his tongue swiping over the bite, his breath puffing hot over her bruises as he strokes harder, faster, waves of unwanted pleasure meshing with pulses of pain. "God al--" Leah snarls on her way into another stream of profanity and her teeth rattle together as she shocks herself by groaning. She's not going to come from this, she can't, she won't let him--
He shudders, stiffening against her, pressing her down onto the flat slab of her desk, but his fingers keep moving the whole while and she can't push it away, she squeezes around him inside her and catches his propagating shivers and sobs as she comes with him, unwanted pleasure pulsing through her in crushing reverberations.
She sobs once more before she can press her mouth shut, red throbbing behind her squeezed-shut eyelids. Leah struggles to think in curses, clutching at her fury as Kirk clutches her and purrs satisfaction in her ear. "Mmm, yes," he hums, sliding his hand down her clothed back and over her bare ass. "Even better than I was expecting." He pulls out of her as unceremoniously as he shoved in, and when he pushes off of her she should feel freed and just feels flattened, gasping and boneless atop her own goddamn desk. "And I'm not even late. As you were, Dr. McCoy."
Before Leah can even shove up her heavy head she hears him strolling, before she can even think of words harsh enough to fling at him she hears her office door open and at least thankfully shut again. All she can manage is to wobble backwards until her legs give out entirely and dump her into her chair.
She doesn't cry. She sits shaking in her chair for as long as she dares, its microfiber weave imprinting on her bare bruised skin; eventually she pulls her pants up over the hot lines creased into her thighs and fastens them, then unpins and re-coils up her bun, fingers shaking as she examines the bite on her nape. She regenerates the skin as best she can, pushes her chair back over to her desk, straightens that up too, and puts in a requisition to Engineering for soundproofing and a padded strip for her desk's edge.
Then she stands up and steps out of her office, and when her staff ostentatiously don't look at her she doesn't turn around and flee back in, but when Terwilliger brings her a regen set instead of a suture kit she berates the nurse for a hotly satisfying eighty seconds solid.
The soundproofing makes the window's view wavy, as if the Medical Bay is inside a giant fishtank. The [padding is resilient, etc. Kirk is oblivious to her twitchiness and kind in bed. And then the next time he comes by, after bad day full of casualties he sent her, etc.]
Next time he comes by her office Kirk pulls off the desk padding but lets her keep the soundproofing. Put hints that he had a bad day. She's had a bad day too and screams at him; he tells her off for her insubordination, slams her down, she thinks he's about to rape her but then he doesn't. [Remember how I felt the day IT Guy provoked me until I lost my temper at work, times a kajillion.] He lets her go and laughs brittlely and leaves.
Rework into thoughts rather than actions: her panic, his sudden stillness, telling her she needs to calm down, something passing between them:[She protests but finds herself unable to say 'No.' As he fucks her she thinks about mechanical euphemisms, hammer, nail, screw. She feels like she's caught on an anvil, but she's just flesh, not metal. He doesn't even try to make her come this time. But after he's done and she's crying he says, "Bones, you need to calm down," and she snarls at him. He looks at her, and something passes between them. She refuses to break and he finds her fascinating.]
Third visit he admires how the desk's been fixed, kisses her hard (he tears into her mouth with teeth and tongue, like she's a ripe fruit; she has a hysterical thought of a peach being gulped down, her bitter laugh crushed between their lips, and he growls in response) sits in her chair and has her blow him, then puts her up on desk and reciprocates. Afterwards she looks down at him, sees him looking up at her needing comfort, big eyes and bruised mouth, and she caresses his cheek for a moment; then she swings her leg over his head and says she has work, and he looks startled, then pastes on a grin. (The last one should be her mini-victory. She's figured out something about him, why he comes to her in the middle of the day, what he needs. Mention her doctor's instincts. She gives him a dose, but no more.)
http://brighteyed-jill.livejournal.com/92587.html
http://bironic.livejournal.com/246893.html
http://lindmere.livejournal.com/25345.html?style=mine
http://rubynye.livejournal.com/552205.html
http://rubynye.livejournal.com/537425.html
http://rubynye.livejournal.com/527143.html
http://rubynye.livejournal.com/496917.html
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http://melissima.livejournal.com/85396.html
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Original notes:
Depiction of how Kirk fucks Leah over her desk.
Whenever he steps into her office her heart races, and he smirks at her like he knows; she curses at him, she screams when he tears her uniform to get at her shoulders, but she can't deny it excites her too. Sometimes he pushes her to her knees or puts her on her back but usually he bends her over her desk.
First time it was 3rd time he'd come to her office. In the middle of actual business, he asked her to stand up, kicked her chair away and told her to bend over. She said, "are you kidding me," and he pushed her up against it and pushed her bun up and bit her nape as he peeled down her pants. Told her he had eight minutes, wanted to make it good. Sweeping the head of his dick between her nether lips to make her feel it before pushing into her.
After, she shook hard, did up her bun, and put in a requisition to Engineering for soundproofing and padding for desk edge. Note bruises on her thighs, and how hard he fucked her. Wavyness of soundproofed window.
Next time he comes by Kirk pulls off the padding but lets her keep the soundproofing. She's had a bad day and screams at him; he tells her off for her insubordination, and an angry sex scene including buggery ensues.
Third time he admires how it's been fixed, sits in her chair and has her blow him, then puts her up on desk and reciprocates. After she looks down at him, swings her leg over his head and says she has work, and he looks startled, then pastes on a grin. (The last one should be her mini-victory.)
post to here:
http://melissima.livejournal.com/85396.html
Rating: As it is: NC-17 with warnings. As it was intended to be: Is there a higher rating than XXX?
Characters/Pairing/Threesome/Etc: Kirk/Leah McCoy
Content Advisory: Nonconsensual sex, dubiously consensual sex, Mirrorverse awfulness, bad language, genderswap.
Prompt/Plotbunny/Summary: Three times Kirk visits Leah in her Medbay office.
Notes: The further adventures of Kirk and Leah, poor woman. The warnings apply to what I've already written as well as what I didn't get around to writing.
Whenever Kirk steps into her office Leah's heart races and her pulse spikes so fiercely she imagines she can feel the blood slamming around inside her arteries, rushing through her veins, pounding in her temples. Whenever he locks the door with a word he smirks at her like he can hear exactly how hard her heart is beating.
She always glares when he smirks. Sometimes when she's exhausted, when it's been a busy day and she can still feel blood sticky under her fingernails, she throws her head back and curses at him until he slams his mouth against hers. Sometimes when it's been a violent day on the Bridge he tears her tunic down the back and she screams, clutching the edges of her desk, struggling to brace herself. Sometimes he clamps his hands over her shoulders and shoves her to her knees between his thighs, sometimes he throws her onto her back and pulls her legs around his waist, but usually he pushes her over her desk, her cheek pressed flat against the textured polymer and his hand heavy behind her heart.
Sometimes she swears she won't move, won't struggle, won't come for him, that she'll just lie there limp and boring until he gives up. She hasn't managed it yet while tipped over her own desk, watching files and flimsies slide over the edge, her teetering legs straining to hold her up as he shoves them apart. She hasn't yet managed to ignore him when he blankets her with hot muscle and pushes her hair aside, as he pins her with his hot sharp mouth pressed to her nape, teeth sinking in just slightly as his hands roam and strip and squeeze her. She always ends up cursing and shuddering, shaking and gasping and wrung inside out as he works her over, chuckling against her spine until his own triumphantly growled orgasm.
Leah always ends up disheveled and sweaty and sore, jangled to the core with half her shift left to work through, slumped over her own goddamn desk with Kirk admiring his own blasted prowess and the mess he's made of her before he leaves again.
The first time is actually the third time he's come to see her in her new office, when the adrenaline spikes caused by being alone with him are starting to ramp down. In the middle of actual ship's business, a discussion of vaccines and viruses and the crew's health, Kirk pauses, tilts his bright-eyed head on that columnar neck of his, and says, "Stand up, Bones."
Mystified, Leah obeys, asking, "What does that have to do with --"
Kirk kicks her chair across the office. Openmouthed, Leah watches it roll into the wall and bounce, spinning as it tumbles into the corner. "What the Hell -- oh!" Suddenly much too close, Kirk grabs her arm and turns her, shoving her down, her feet flying out from under her as she falls rigidly towards her desk. "Let go, ow!" Her cheek hits the desk, her breasts squashing against it as her booted toes scrape the floor. "Let me up!"
"Let me up, Captain," Kirk drawls, shifting his grip to her nape as she claws at her desk. "Ask nicely, Bones."
"Let me up," Leah huffs, pinned down against her desk, Kirk's thighs pressed behind hers, "Captain. Please."
"Mmm, in a minute." She hears him unfasten his trousers and her blood runs cold.
"Are you kidding me?" She can't even buck, her belly barely lifting off the hard edge of the desk before she falls back and it imprints a searing line across her thighs. "It's the middle of the day, I have work to do --"
"I've got a ton of shit on my plate today," he answers almost lazily, pushing his fingers into her hair, his thumb firm on the base of her skull. "Lost track of time, actually, I've only got nine minutes left." The other hand lands on her waist, sliding forward around her hip. "Let's make 'em good."
Leah bites down on her first instinctive, 'No,' gritting her teeth as Kirk palms her belly and unfastens her trousers. This is what she signed up for when she let the Admiral give her to Kirk, she reminds herself as he curls his fingers into her waistband and drags it down, until he brushes his already-hard dick against her ass and she involuntarily jerks, pushing with all her strength against her desk. He just chuckles and rolls his hips, shoving her against the hard edge. "Ow," she chokes out involuntarily, "Ow, let me up, you're hurting me."
"You're too tense," he downright croons, and she can feel him taking himself in hand, feels his blunt cockhead sweep between her lips, sending a shiver rattling through her. "A nice little nooner's what you need."
"I need for you to let -- ow, God, ow," she gasps as he pushes into her, a hard achy shove, and his breath ruffles her hair, whisking hot across her cheek.
"Captain's fine," he puffs cheerfully, shoving in to the hilt, thumping another gasp out of her. "Or you could even call me Jim, I like Jim."
"I bet you do," is pathetic, but it's the best she can manage as she clutches her inflexible desk, as he laughs and drags himself out of her and pushes in again harder, faster. Her crushed breasts crackle and she squeezes her eyes shut against his gleaming grin, but there's no way she cannot feel it when he slides his hand around her waist, dipping low between her legs. "Don't," she yelps on a jagged stab of panic, "Don't, I can't," as he strokes her open to him, "I won't, goddamit, stop," as he brushes an agonizingly light touch over her clit, counterpoint to forceful thrusts. "Ow, I, ow," and she can hear her own voice shredding as she winces and he growls, as he presses her down with his hard body and bites her nape like an animal restraining its mate. "Fuck you, you brute, ease up, don't you dare break the skin!" He just chuckles, vibrating down his teeth and through his tongue swiping over the bite, his breath puffing hot over her bruises as he strokes harder, faster, waves of unwanted pleasure meshing with pulses of pain. "God al--" Leah snarls on her way into another stream of profanity and her teeth rattle together as she shocks herself by groaning. She's not going to come from this, she can't, she won't let him--
He shudders, stiffening against her, pressing her down onto the flat slab of her desk, but his fingers keep moving the whole while and she can't push it away, she squeezes around him inside her and catches his propagating shivers and sobs as she comes with him, unwanted pleasure pulsing through her in crushing reverberations.
She sobs once more before she can press her mouth shut, red throbbing behind her squeezed-shut eyelids. Leah struggles to think in curses, clutching at her fury as Kirk clutches her and purrs satisfaction in her ear. "Mmm, yes," he hums, sliding his hand down her clothed back and over her bare ass. "Even better than I was expecting." He pulls out of her as unceremoniously as he shoved in, and when he pushes off of her she should feel freed and just feels flattened, gasping and boneless atop her own goddamn desk. "And I'm not even late. As you were, Dr. McCoy."
Before Leah can even shove up her heavy head she hears him strolling, before she can even think of words harsh enough to fling at him she hears her office door open and at least thankfully shut again. All she can manage is to wobble backwards until her legs give out entirely and dump her into her chair.
She doesn't cry. She sits shaking in her chair for as long as she dares, its microfiber weave imprinting on her bare bruised skin; eventually she pulls her pants up over the hot lines creased into her thighs and fastens them, then unpins and re-coils up her bun, fingers shaking as she examines the bite on her nape. She regenerates the skin as best she can, pushes her chair back over to her desk, straightens that up too, and puts in a requisition to Engineering for soundproofing and a padded strip for her desk's edge.
Then she stands up and steps out of her office, and when her staff ostentatiously don't look at her she doesn't turn around and flee back in, but when Terwilliger brings her a regen set instead of a suture kit she berates the nurse for a hotly satisfying eighty seconds solid.
The soundproofing makes the window's view wavy, as if the Medical Bay is inside a giant fishtank. The [padding is resilient, etc. Kirk is oblivious to her twitchiness and kind in bed. And then the next time he comes by, after bad day full of casualties he sent her, etc.]
Next time he comes by her office Kirk pulls off the desk padding but lets her keep the soundproofing. Put hints that he had a bad day. She's had a bad day too and screams at him; he tells her off for her insubordination, slams her down, she thinks he's about to rape her but then he doesn't. [Remember how I felt the day IT Guy provoked me until I lost my temper at work, times a kajillion.] He lets her go and laughs brittlely and leaves.
Rework into thoughts rather than actions: her panic, his sudden stillness, telling her she needs to calm down, something passing between them:
Third visit he admires how the desk's been fixed, kisses her hard (he tears into her mouth with teeth and tongue, like she's a ripe fruit; she has a hysterical thought of a peach being gulped down, her bitter laugh crushed between their lips, and he growls in response) sits in her chair and has her blow him, then puts her up on desk and reciprocates. Afterwards she looks down at him, sees him looking up at her needing comfort, big eyes and bruised mouth, and she caresses his cheek for a moment; then she swings her leg over his head and says she has work, and he looks startled, then pastes on a grin. (The last one should be her mini-victory. She's figured out something about him, why he comes to her in the middle of the day, what he needs. Mention her doctor's instincts. She gives him a dose, but no more.)
http://brighteyed-jill.livejournal.com/92587.html
http://bironic.livejournal.com/246893.html
http://lindmere.livejournal.com/25345.html?style=mine
http://rubynye.livejournal.com/552205.html
http://rubynye.livejournal.com/537425.html
http://rubynye.livejournal.com/527143.html
http://rubynye.livejournal.com/496917.html
post to here:
http://melissima.livejournal.com/85396.html
****************************************************************************
Original notes:
Depiction of how Kirk fucks Leah over her desk.
Whenever he steps into her office her heart races, and he smirks at her like he knows; she curses at him, she screams when he tears her uniform to get at her shoulders, but she can't deny it excites her too. Sometimes he pushes her to her knees or puts her on her back but usually he bends her over her desk.
First time it was 3rd time he'd come to her office. In the middle of actual business, he asked her to stand up, kicked her chair away and told her to bend over. She said, "are you kidding me," and he pushed her up against it and pushed her bun up and bit her nape as he peeled down her pants. Told her he had eight minutes, wanted to make it good. Sweeping the head of his dick between her nether lips to make her feel it before pushing into her.
After, she shook hard, did up her bun, and put in a requisition to Engineering for soundproofing and padding for desk edge. Note bruises on her thighs, and how hard he fucked her. Wavyness of soundproofed window.
Next time he comes by Kirk pulls off the padding but lets her keep the soundproofing. She's had a bad day and screams at him; he tells her off for her insubordination, and an angry sex scene including buggery ensues.
Third time he admires how it's been fixed, sits in her chair and has her blow him, then puts her up on desk and reciprocates. After she looks down at him, swings her leg over his head and says she has work, and he looks startled, then pastes on a grin. (The last one should be her mini-victory.)
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Date: 2012-01-22 06:06 am (UTC)I do wish I'd managed to finish the Leah/Jenny story. Leah really deserved that hug.