She struggles to get her hand free, staring at Jim with accusation rife on her face. There's a few options right now. She could storm off and bury these issues under the weight of a bottle of alcohol and it's so damn tempting. The thing is that she's been married to Jim for months now and maybe some of his tactics are wearing off on her. There's no such thing as a no-win situation.

Rather than walk away, McCoy slides her fingers into Jim's hair and sinks down into a straddle, wrapping her thighs around his waist so Jim can pay attention to the fact that she's not wearing any underwear right now. "Tough fucking luck, Kirk."