Fic: Consider Her Ways (NC-17)
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obstinatrixTitle: Consider Her Ways
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shatnoy (girl!Bill/Leonard, girl!Bill/girl!Leonard, other genderfuckery)
Summary/Notes: Backstory is needed for this, I'm afraid. I'm oddly fond of this weirdness, so I'm posting it here, but I wrote it for an RPG in which, for reference, Bill and Leonard, along with resurrected!De, were beamed up onto the nu!Enterprise in Leonard's Buick and then de-aged back to their 1966 selves.
...yeah. That's kind of irrelevant to the plot (plot! ha!) of this, but might make more sense of the following summary: The replicator in the actors' quarters is having some interesting malfunctions. See pairing. :)
Further Notes/Warnings: This utter crack was requested/encouraged by people who shall remain nameless. Please note that it contains het (gasp!) and femslash. I doubt that this is many people's cup of tea, but I was compelled to write it.
The first thing Leonard saw, as he was jolted back to consciousness, was the generous curve of an unclothed breast, three inches away from his face. The second thing - once he had blinked away sufficient sleep to broaden the peripheries of his vision at least a little - was the woman to whom it was attached.
She was, most emphatically, straddling him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him insistently, an action which produced the most intriguing effects upon the aforementioned generous bosom. Her skin ran golden from her neat waist, down the naked expanse of her legs, all the way to her feet without any variation in colour, as if the gold were not a tan, but rather the natural tone of her body. In the opposite direction, the gold continued with compelling consistency until it reached a neat heart-shaped face, all wide hazel eyes and Grace Kelly features - although the fact that the full mouth was repeatedly saying "Leonard. LEONARD!" did detract slightly from the general effect.
The situation was, most definitely, abnormal. In fact, the only thing Leonard could be sure of with any certainty at all was that he had never seen this woman before in his life. Still, he was nothing if not resourceful, and he reached up as soon as he had gathered his wits, catching hold of one of the girl's wrists. "Hey, hey. What are you doing? You all right?"
An exasperated sigh. "I think I'm a little more than all right - don't you?" For a moment, both hands withdrew to frame the tapered waist in a way which, while overly self-congratulatory, certainly presented an aesthetically pleasing picture. "Now wake the hell up, and get these goddamn sheets out of the way. I fully intend to ride you into the ground before this minor miracle resolves itself and I lose the opportunity, and I can't do that if I can't get to your cock, can I?"
Fuck.
There was something about the enunciation, something crushingly familiar about the movements of the expressive face, that would have led Leonard to a single unshakeable conclusion, had he not known it was impossible. As it was, he blinked for a moment in stunned disbelief. Then it occurred to him that, in a universe where two old men and one dead one could be beamed aboard a starship in a magic Buick, and then rejuvenated with splendid thoroughness, there was surely no reason to think that this universe could not also transform one of those men into a woman. After all, hadn't he met Pasha...?
"Bill," he said, in a voice squeaked out between incredulity and arousal, "What the fuck have you done now?"
Bill smirked triumphantly. If there had been any remaining doubt in Leonard's mind, that all-too-familiar quirk of the mouth dispelled it. "I didn't do anything. Something's happened to the replicator." She (was that the right pronoun? This was definitely Bill, but, my God, he was most definitely - Leonard tore his eyes away from the shadowed place between the smooth thighs - a she) seemed deeply unconcerned by this. "I was only trying to get myself an aspirin. Next thing I know, I sure as hell have my aspirin, but I also got the greatest tits the universe has ever known." The fine-boned hands shifted to cup the outer curves of the breasts, pressing them close together, displaying them for Leonard's inspection. "Wouldn't you say?"
"Definitely in the running," Leonard managed, after a moment. Concentrate on the science, Nimoy. He was trying very hard to find it in himself to be concerned, but somehow a lot of his capacity for scientific interest seemed to have gotten lost under the heady feeling engendered in him by this woman's scent, the insistent press of her knees either side of his hips. "Uh, Bill, did you - you're not - you don't think we should go and see - ?"
"Oh, no, you don't." Those hands were on his shoulders again at a split second's notice, pressing him down into the mattress with unexpected strength. The next thing he knew, the sheets were being shoved unceremoniously off him and onto the deck, and Bill was resettling herself over him. "You're not going anywhere, Nimoy. We can worry later. Right now, we're just going to take this as the gift it obviously is, and you're going to fuck me till I tell you to stop. Am I clear?"
"...." said Leonard. The actual sound that emerged from his mouth was a sort of breathy whimper, variegated in such a way that it managed to express confusion, agreement, and the sense that his brain was melting from swift and overwhelming arousal, all at once. His cock, ever more straightforward, simply said fuck, yes.
This was enough for Bill. Half a second later, she had descended upon him, licking her way into his mouth with an aggression that would have shut down his brain at the best of times, and was now so incongruous that he moaned under the onslaught. Her fingers, ostensibly so dainty, were deliciously strong and firm as they closed around his wrists, pulling his hands upwards to her breasts. Obediently, Leonard hefted the almost fluid weight of them in his hands, the skin fine as poured silk against his palms. Bill rocked her hips down against him in response, encouraging, approving, and the damp heat of her brushing the underside of his cock made him buck involuntarily, seeking more of her, more of this. "Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, when she pulled away from his mouth to nip at his shoulder, tongue flickering over his clavicle; "Fuck, Bill."
"That's right, baby," came a voice in his ear, throaty and feminine and smug as she moved against him. "Come on and put it in me, like I said, yeah?"
Leonard couldn't bite back the tight-wound noise that escaped him, hips jerking up against Bill's now in quiet desperation. Somewhere along the line, her hands had migrated to his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, fighting for air.
The next thing he knew was the wet, searing heat of her as she sheathed him within her body, a single smooth movement that made him cry out under her, the two of them sliding together without barrier or restraint, without -
...without...
"Shit," gritted Leonard in frustration, and jerked himself out of her. "Damn it to hell. Hang on."
The thing was, Leonard thought irritably through a haze of arousal, as he shoved the soft body off him and struggled to his feet, that while this - which he trusted sickbay would find some way to fix - was surely harmless, the whole switching-back situation might cause a few more problems in the long run if he had managed to get Bill pregnant in the interim. "I am going," he told Bill firmly, detaching her arms from his waist and pulling away from the bed, "to replicate us a pack of condoms, all right? I'll be back in a minute. I promise. I promise."
"Leonard," Bill protested, eyes wide and earnest and pleading, "we don't need a condom." She rolled onto her back on the bed, legs splayed open. She slid a hand slowly down over her stomach, and lower, until her fingers sank into a glistening slickness that made Leonard's breath die in his throat. "You can pull out." She was circling herself, now, fingers tracing quick deft patterns around her clitoris as she arched her back up into the touch. "Can't you?"
He tore his eyes away. "Fuck it, Billy." He was painfully hard, and eighty four percent of him wanted nothing more than to throw himself back onto the bed on top of her, pin her down by the wrists and pound into her until there was no seed of reason or logic left to either of them. Then he thought about having to go back to Sickbay in four months' time, with a very male, very pregnant Bill white-faced on his arm. He took a deep breath. "Look, do you want to have to tell Tina you're pregnant and she's going to have to do the world's first Caesarean on a man? Because I'm sure as hell not keen on the whole idea."
That, as predicted, was enough to subdue her. A little. "Fine." She spread her legs a little further, fingers still working lazily between. "But you'd better get your ass back here before I come without you, Nimoy. I mean it."
He ran. As he sprinted from the bedroom to the replicator - mindless, for once, of the fact that De might emerge at any moment and find him fiddling nakedly with its buttons - there was no thought in his mind but the need to get back in there (in there) as quickly as possible. "Condoms," he told the replicator, in a voice that broke over the word. "Now."
For an awful moment, he was suddenly afraid that the machine might not know what condoms were. Perhaps that sort of birth control had been superseded, by now, and replaced with purely medicinal solutions? Perhaps they weren't called condoms any more? Perhaps...?
And then the familiar little packet materialised, and he allowed himself half a second to congratulate himself before hotfooting it back to the bedroom, where he arrived, panting, in approximately 0.326 Earth seconds.
Bill was still exactly where Leonard had left her, but her fingers paused in their task when she saw him, hazel eyes widening slow and incredulous. "Holy shit," Bill said, in tones of awe. "Holy motherfucking shit, Leonard. Shit."
In another second, he was on the bed, more through Bill's efforts than his own. Then Bill was on top of him again, rocking against him, licking at his mouth and his throat and his collarbone and his - his -
Ah.
Ah.
"Shit," Leonard gasped, as Bill's mouth closed over her breast, "I forgot about the - about the whole replicator - thing - "
"Forgive me if I kind of don't care at all," Bill told her, voice hot and rough with desire. She flicked her tongue hard against Leonard's nipple in a practised, repetitive motion that Leonard had felt many times before, but which had never felt quite like this. Her greatest impulse was just to tip back her head and arch her back and let Bill take care of everything as she already, apparently, was doing; but then it occurred to her that she hadn't even seen - she hadn't realised -
Pulling herself up onto her elbows, she looked down at herself. Her body was long, pale and willowy and athletic, small round breasts currently occupying Bill's hands, narrow hips thrusting involuntarily up against Bill's more indulgently feminine shape. She watched the golden head descending over pale skin, shivering as Bill's tongue trailed down her sternum, pausing to dip into her navel, and then moved lower. When Bill reached the junction of thigh to pelvis, feathering a kiss there, Leonard's whole body jerked. God, she was going to - fuck -
"You're going to come so hard you won't even remember your own name," Bill said, palming Leonard's thighs gently, firmly apart. With aching gentleness, she pressed a kiss to the very lowest point of the pubic thatch, and then another, lower, that made Leonard shiver. "You'll remember mine, though," Bill went on, gravelled and rough in the back of her smooth throat. "Won't you, baby? Why don't you say it for me now?"
"Bill," Leonard gasped, canting her hips upward. "Bill. Come on, Billy, please."
"I'm good at this," Bill told her, mildly, and descended.
At the first touch of Bill's tongue, it was all Leonard could do to bite back a scream. Bill licked her slowly, lingeringly, as if she had never craved anything the way she craved the slick-hot-musky taste of Leonard under her tongue, the way Leonard's body arched up against her face. Bill's fingers traced patterns on her thighs, feather light, as her tongue worked its way expertly up to find her clitoris: circling; flicking over and against it; sucking it into her mouth until Leonard's legs trembled with the overload of sensation. "Fuck," she panted, "fuck - Bill - Bill!"
Bill hummed against her, half-laughingly, and the vibrations were enough to set her stomach tingling with waves of heated tension that spread to her upper thighs, her chest, all blossoming out from that place between her legs where Bill's mouth was, clever and quick. "Fuck," she gasped again, "fuck it, Billy, god dammit - "
And then Bill's fingers were inside of her, crooked upward ever so slightly towards some strange spongy place that made her vision white out, and she was coming as if she didn't care who heard her screams.
Five seconds later, Bill was up on top of Leonard again, licking the taste of her into her mouth with an abandon matched by her thrusting motions against Leonard's hips.
Six seconds later, Leonard realised that Bill was thrusting against his cock, and that it was hardening swiftly under her ministrations.
" - jesus fuck, Billy," he gasped, "we just had to come. Whatever was wrong with the replicator must dissolve under the confusion of somebody orgasming in the wrong body, or something like that - I don't know; it doesn't make too much sense, I guess, but - "
"Fuck the sense," Bill said breathlessly, in a tone curt with frustration, fumbling around on the bed for - something. And then Leonard felt it pressed into his hand: the pack of condoms he had procured, and forgotten amidst the confusion. "Put it on."
Her tone brooked no argument. Leonard tore open the packet with his teeth, and worked the condom easily into place. Bill gave him a second's grace before raising her body over him again, and sliding down onto him with a gasp.
Leonard may have just come harder than he could remember having come for some time, but the feeling was already building in his abdomen again, pulled from somewhere just under the surface almost like - was this a second orgasm, like the kind women could have...?
"Fuck," Bill gasped, as she rocked down onto him, the curves of her body smooth and heated under his inquisitive hands. "Christ, Leonard - come on, put your back into it - come on - come on - " Her whole body shook deliciously with every downward thrust, head back and eyes closed and mouth breathlessly open. He gripped her hips and jerked up obediently into her, pulling her down hard onto his cock. She was crying out at every movement of their hips, now, tight and desperate in the back of her throat and his hand moved easily, instinctively between her legs, fingers finding her with the unerring accuracy of long practice. She cried out hard and shrill at the first touch, and redoubled her efforts. When he felt her begin to clench around him, her breath emerging in something close to a keen, he thought his brain had finally given up the ghost. He clenched his fingers into her flesh and hung on.
The rippling of her body around him when she came was enough to send him over the edge, gasping and crying out her name - his name - until Bill slid off him, an indistinct form that resolved itself into smooth muscles and firm sharp jawline as Bill pulled himself up next to Leonard on the bed, gasping as if he had just completed a marathon.
"Fuck," said Bill. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"Fuck," agreed Leonard, running his fingers through Bill's hair. "That was."
"It was."
"You are - "
" - yes - you - "
"Oh."
They lay there for a moment, side by side and panting. Then Bill said, "Hey, do you think the replicator's still broken?"
Leonard laughed. "I guess we could investigate."
When they had struggled into their pyjama trousers out of a nominal concern for modesty, and opened the door to the main room of the suite, the first thing they saw was a tall, slim, dark-haired woman, standing hesitantly next to the replicator. Blue eyes turned on them when they entered, wide with confusion. "Guys," said the woman, "I think - something's happened."
"I guess it's still broken," said Leonard, his voice rather strained.
"Shall we call Sickbay?" asked Bill. Leonard nodded.
"Sickbay. Now."
Bill took De by the elbow, and led her very gently over to a couch to await the arrival of emergency assistance.
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NB: 'Pasha' is girl!Pavel Chekov, who used to be boy!Chekov, also on the RP-Enterprise. 'Tina' is nu!Chapel.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shatnoy (girl!Bill/Leonard, girl!Bill/girl!Leonard, other genderfuckery)
Summary/Notes: Backstory is needed for this, I'm afraid. I'm oddly fond of this weirdness, so I'm posting it here, but I wrote it for an RPG in which, for reference, Bill and Leonard, along with resurrected!De, were beamed up onto the nu!Enterprise in Leonard's Buick and then de-aged back to their 1966 selves.
...yeah. That's kind of irrelevant to the plot (plot! ha!) of this, but might make more sense of the following summary: The replicator in the actors' quarters is having some interesting malfunctions. See pairing. :)
Further Notes/Warnings: This utter crack was requested/encouraged by people who shall remain nameless. Please note that it contains het (gasp!) and femslash. I doubt that this is many people's cup of tea, but I was compelled to write it.
The first thing Leonard saw, as he was jolted back to consciousness, was the generous curve of an unclothed breast, three inches away from his face. The second thing - once he had blinked away sufficient sleep to broaden the peripheries of his vision at least a little - was the woman to whom it was attached.
She was, most emphatically, straddling him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him insistently, an action which produced the most intriguing effects upon the aforementioned generous bosom. Her skin ran golden from her neat waist, down the naked expanse of her legs, all the way to her feet without any variation in colour, as if the gold were not a tan, but rather the natural tone of her body. In the opposite direction, the gold continued with compelling consistency until it reached a neat heart-shaped face, all wide hazel eyes and Grace Kelly features - although the fact that the full mouth was repeatedly saying "Leonard. LEONARD!" did detract slightly from the general effect.
The situation was, most definitely, abnormal. In fact, the only thing Leonard could be sure of with any certainty at all was that he had never seen this woman before in his life. Still, he was nothing if not resourceful, and he reached up as soon as he had gathered his wits, catching hold of one of the girl's wrists. "Hey, hey. What are you doing? You all right?"
An exasperated sigh. "I think I'm a little more than all right - don't you?" For a moment, both hands withdrew to frame the tapered waist in a way which, while overly self-congratulatory, certainly presented an aesthetically pleasing picture. "Now wake the hell up, and get these goddamn sheets out of the way. I fully intend to ride you into the ground before this minor miracle resolves itself and I lose the opportunity, and I can't do that if I can't get to your cock, can I?"
Fuck.
There was something about the enunciation, something crushingly familiar about the movements of the expressive face, that would have led Leonard to a single unshakeable conclusion, had he not known it was impossible. As it was, he blinked for a moment in stunned disbelief. Then it occurred to him that, in a universe where two old men and one dead one could be beamed aboard a starship in a magic Buick, and then rejuvenated with splendid thoroughness, there was surely no reason to think that this universe could not also transform one of those men into a woman. After all, hadn't he met Pasha...?
"Bill," he said, in a voice squeaked out between incredulity and arousal, "What the fuck have you done now?"
Bill smirked triumphantly. If there had been any remaining doubt in Leonard's mind, that all-too-familiar quirk of the mouth dispelled it. "I didn't do anything. Something's happened to the replicator." She (was that the right pronoun? This was definitely Bill, but, my God, he was most definitely - Leonard tore his eyes away from the shadowed place between the smooth thighs - a she) seemed deeply unconcerned by this. "I was only trying to get myself an aspirin. Next thing I know, I sure as hell have my aspirin, but I also got the greatest tits the universe has ever known." The fine-boned hands shifted to cup the outer curves of the breasts, pressing them close together, displaying them for Leonard's inspection. "Wouldn't you say?"
"Definitely in the running," Leonard managed, after a moment. Concentrate on the science, Nimoy. He was trying very hard to find it in himself to be concerned, but somehow a lot of his capacity for scientific interest seemed to have gotten lost under the heady feeling engendered in him by this woman's scent, the insistent press of her knees either side of his hips. "Uh, Bill, did you - you're not - you don't think we should go and see - ?"
"Oh, no, you don't." Those hands were on his shoulders again at a split second's notice, pressing him down into the mattress with unexpected strength. The next thing he knew, the sheets were being shoved unceremoniously off him and onto the deck, and Bill was resettling herself over him. "You're not going anywhere, Nimoy. We can worry later. Right now, we're just going to take this as the gift it obviously is, and you're going to fuck me till I tell you to stop. Am I clear?"
"...." said Leonard. The actual sound that emerged from his mouth was a sort of breathy whimper, variegated in such a way that it managed to express confusion, agreement, and the sense that his brain was melting from swift and overwhelming arousal, all at once. His cock, ever more straightforward, simply said fuck, yes.
This was enough for Bill. Half a second later, she had descended upon him, licking her way into his mouth with an aggression that would have shut down his brain at the best of times, and was now so incongruous that he moaned under the onslaught. Her fingers, ostensibly so dainty, were deliciously strong and firm as they closed around his wrists, pulling his hands upwards to her breasts. Obediently, Leonard hefted the almost fluid weight of them in his hands, the skin fine as poured silk against his palms. Bill rocked her hips down against him in response, encouraging, approving, and the damp heat of her brushing the underside of his cock made him buck involuntarily, seeking more of her, more of this. "Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth, when she pulled away from his mouth to nip at his shoulder, tongue flickering over his clavicle; "Fuck, Bill."
"That's right, baby," came a voice in his ear, throaty and feminine and smug as she moved against him. "Come on and put it in me, like I said, yeah?"
Leonard couldn't bite back the tight-wound noise that escaped him, hips jerking up against Bill's now in quiet desperation. Somewhere along the line, her hands had migrated to his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, fighting for air.
The next thing he knew was the wet, searing heat of her as she sheathed him within her body, a single smooth movement that made him cry out under her, the two of them sliding together without barrier or restraint, without -
...without...
"Shit," gritted Leonard in frustration, and jerked himself out of her. "Damn it to hell. Hang on."
The thing was, Leonard thought irritably through a haze of arousal, as he shoved the soft body off him and struggled to his feet, that while this - which he trusted sickbay would find some way to fix - was surely harmless, the whole switching-back situation might cause a few more problems in the long run if he had managed to get Bill pregnant in the interim. "I am going," he told Bill firmly, detaching her arms from his waist and pulling away from the bed, "to replicate us a pack of condoms, all right? I'll be back in a minute. I promise. I promise."
"Leonard," Bill protested, eyes wide and earnest and pleading, "we don't need a condom." She rolled onto her back on the bed, legs splayed open. She slid a hand slowly down over her stomach, and lower, until her fingers sank into a glistening slickness that made Leonard's breath die in his throat. "You can pull out." She was circling herself, now, fingers tracing quick deft patterns around her clitoris as she arched her back up into the touch. "Can't you?"
He tore his eyes away. "Fuck it, Billy." He was painfully hard, and eighty four percent of him wanted nothing more than to throw himself back onto the bed on top of her, pin her down by the wrists and pound into her until there was no seed of reason or logic left to either of them. Then he thought about having to go back to Sickbay in four months' time, with a very male, very pregnant Bill white-faced on his arm. He took a deep breath. "Look, do you want to have to tell Tina you're pregnant and she's going to have to do the world's first Caesarean on a man? Because I'm sure as hell not keen on the whole idea."
That, as predicted, was enough to subdue her. A little. "Fine." She spread her legs a little further, fingers still working lazily between. "But you'd better get your ass back here before I come without you, Nimoy. I mean it."
He ran. As he sprinted from the bedroom to the replicator - mindless, for once, of the fact that De might emerge at any moment and find him fiddling nakedly with its buttons - there was no thought in his mind but the need to get back in there (in there) as quickly as possible. "Condoms," he told the replicator, in a voice that broke over the word. "Now."
For an awful moment, he was suddenly afraid that the machine might not know what condoms were. Perhaps that sort of birth control had been superseded, by now, and replaced with purely medicinal solutions? Perhaps they weren't called condoms any more? Perhaps...?
And then the familiar little packet materialised, and he allowed himself half a second to congratulate himself before hotfooting it back to the bedroom, where he arrived, panting, in approximately 0.326 Earth seconds.
Bill was still exactly where Leonard had left her, but her fingers paused in their task when she saw him, hazel eyes widening slow and incredulous. "Holy shit," Bill said, in tones of awe. "Holy motherfucking shit, Leonard. Shit."
In another second, he was on the bed, more through Bill's efforts than his own. Then Bill was on top of him again, rocking against him, licking at his mouth and his throat and his collarbone and his - his -
Ah.
Ah.
"Shit," Leonard gasped, as Bill's mouth closed over her breast, "I forgot about the - about the whole replicator - thing - "
"Forgive me if I kind of don't care at all," Bill told her, voice hot and rough with desire. She flicked her tongue hard against Leonard's nipple in a practised, repetitive motion that Leonard had felt many times before, but which had never felt quite like this. Her greatest impulse was just to tip back her head and arch her back and let Bill take care of everything as she already, apparently, was doing; but then it occurred to her that she hadn't even seen - she hadn't realised -
Pulling herself up onto her elbows, she looked down at herself. Her body was long, pale and willowy and athletic, small round breasts currently occupying Bill's hands, narrow hips thrusting involuntarily up against Bill's more indulgently feminine shape. She watched the golden head descending over pale skin, shivering as Bill's tongue trailed down her sternum, pausing to dip into her navel, and then moved lower. When Bill reached the junction of thigh to pelvis, feathering a kiss there, Leonard's whole body jerked. God, she was going to - fuck -
"You're going to come so hard you won't even remember your own name," Bill said, palming Leonard's thighs gently, firmly apart. With aching gentleness, she pressed a kiss to the very lowest point of the pubic thatch, and then another, lower, that made Leonard shiver. "You'll remember mine, though," Bill went on, gravelled and rough in the back of her smooth throat. "Won't you, baby? Why don't you say it for me now?"
"Bill," Leonard gasped, canting her hips upward. "Bill. Come on, Billy, please."
"I'm good at this," Bill told her, mildly, and descended.
At the first touch of Bill's tongue, it was all Leonard could do to bite back a scream. Bill licked her slowly, lingeringly, as if she had never craved anything the way she craved the slick-hot-musky taste of Leonard under her tongue, the way Leonard's body arched up against her face. Bill's fingers traced patterns on her thighs, feather light, as her tongue worked its way expertly up to find her clitoris: circling; flicking over and against it; sucking it into her mouth until Leonard's legs trembled with the overload of sensation. "Fuck," she panted, "fuck - Bill - Bill!"
Bill hummed against her, half-laughingly, and the vibrations were enough to set her stomach tingling with waves of heated tension that spread to her upper thighs, her chest, all blossoming out from that place between her legs where Bill's mouth was, clever and quick. "Fuck," she gasped again, "fuck it, Billy, god dammit - "
And then Bill's fingers were inside of her, crooked upward ever so slightly towards some strange spongy place that made her vision white out, and she was coming as if she didn't care who heard her screams.
Five seconds later, Bill was up on top of Leonard again, licking the taste of her into her mouth with an abandon matched by her thrusting motions against Leonard's hips.
Six seconds later, Leonard realised that Bill was thrusting against his cock, and that it was hardening swiftly under her ministrations.
" - jesus fuck, Billy," he gasped, "we just had to come. Whatever was wrong with the replicator must dissolve under the confusion of somebody orgasming in the wrong body, or something like that - I don't know; it doesn't make too much sense, I guess, but - "
"Fuck the sense," Bill said breathlessly, in a tone curt with frustration, fumbling around on the bed for - something. And then Leonard felt it pressed into his hand: the pack of condoms he had procured, and forgotten amidst the confusion. "Put it on."
Her tone brooked no argument. Leonard tore open the packet with his teeth, and worked the condom easily into place. Bill gave him a second's grace before raising her body over him again, and sliding down onto him with a gasp.
Leonard may have just come harder than he could remember having come for some time, but the feeling was already building in his abdomen again, pulled from somewhere just under the surface almost like - was this a second orgasm, like the kind women could have...?
"Fuck," Bill gasped, as she rocked down onto him, the curves of her body smooth and heated under his inquisitive hands. "Christ, Leonard - come on, put your back into it - come on - come on - " Her whole body shook deliciously with every downward thrust, head back and eyes closed and mouth breathlessly open. He gripped her hips and jerked up obediently into her, pulling her down hard onto his cock. She was crying out at every movement of their hips, now, tight and desperate in the back of her throat and his hand moved easily, instinctively between her legs, fingers finding her with the unerring accuracy of long practice. She cried out hard and shrill at the first touch, and redoubled her efforts. When he felt her begin to clench around him, her breath emerging in something close to a keen, he thought his brain had finally given up the ghost. He clenched his fingers into her flesh and hung on.
The rippling of her body around him when she came was enough to send him over the edge, gasping and crying out her name - his name - until Bill slid off him, an indistinct form that resolved itself into smooth muscles and firm sharp jawline as Bill pulled himself up next to Leonard on the bed, gasping as if he had just completed a marathon.
"Fuck," said Bill. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
"Fuck," agreed Leonard, running his fingers through Bill's hair. "That was."
"It was."
"You are - "
" - yes - you - "
"Oh."
They lay there for a moment, side by side and panting. Then Bill said, "Hey, do you think the replicator's still broken?"
Leonard laughed. "I guess we could investigate."
When they had struggled into their pyjama trousers out of a nominal concern for modesty, and opened the door to the main room of the suite, the first thing they saw was a tall, slim, dark-haired woman, standing hesitantly next to the replicator. Blue eyes turned on them when they entered, wide with confusion. "Guys," said the woman, "I think - something's happened."
"I guess it's still broken," said Leonard, his voice rather strained.
"Shall we call Sickbay?" asked Bill. Leonard nodded.
"Sickbay. Now."
Bill took De by the elbow, and led her very gently over to a couch to await the arrival of emergency assistance.
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NB: 'Pasha' is girl!Pavel Chekov, who used to be boy!Chekov, also on the RP-Enterprise. 'Tina' is nu!Chapel.
