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She'd kicked Jim out of the house an hour back to get ready and to fix up dinner. Hell, if McCoy's honest about the whole thing, she'd kicked him out solely so her nerves had a chance to calm the hell down. They're up and down and she knows what she wants to ask, knows that she wants this, but it's also not the first time she's done this and the last time she'd blurted it out. Hadn't gone over too well.

She'd found a blue dress about the same length as the uniforms, a few shades darker than that and she's pinned the hair up in a functional bun while dinner's cooking -- some steak since Jim likes it, proper greens, and a pie sitting in the oven with some ice cream in the freezer. It's not exactly a feast, but it'll do.

When McCoy's sure it's ready to go, she opens the front door and pokes her head out, pretty sure she'll find Jim. "Your banishment's over," she says, nerves fluttering as she looks him over and thinks about kids, thinks about his kids and how much she wants to talk about that with him. "Dinner's ready."

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"Fuck!" McCoy snaps, not a little stuttered out whimper, but a full on growl when Jim gets her ass in his hands and practically lifts her up only to get his tongue even more inside of her. She's trying so damn hard, like she always does, not to give Jim too much satisfaction, but she always his this point where she wonders 'who the hell cares'. "Jim," she begs, babbles, moans. "Oh, fuck me, Jim."

Jim lifts his head just long enough to pant, "Come for me first, Bones." He groans at the sight of her breathless face, speaking the next words against her sensitive flesh. "Then I'll fuck you until you come again, please, baby. I want to feel you tight around my tongue."

"I'm not your damn performing mon...oh," she gasps, because she wants to smack him at the implication she can come so easily, but then he brushes his lips on her skin and the vibrations, the vibrations push through her and completely wreck her and before she even knows it, she's doing just like he damn well wants.

No wonder he's a spoiled brat in their marriage. "Damn it, Jim," she breathes out, dazed.

She contracts around his tongue, and Jim doesn't ease up, humming against her clit to prolong her orgasm. His scalp aches from the hairpulling, but it's a good hurt, and if there was ever any doubt that this is his Bones - and there isn't - it'd be dispelled by that sigh right there, equal parts exasperated and fond. Jim lifts his head, hair sticking up every which way and face a mess, and grins at her. "You have no idea how much I enjoyed that."

"Fuck!" she snaps out, teeth terse because Jim's on his game and the sensation she's riding out are a little more overwhelming than usual, though she's not sure why. "I'm beginning to think," she mumbles, words sticking together as she licks the corner of her lip thoughtfully, "that you could make a living doing this."

"What a scandalous suggestion," says Jim, wiping himself off with a corner of the sheets before he crawls up alongside her, cock an insistent heat against the smoothness of her thigh, and fuck, but he loves a woman's body.

"I got other ways of earning my keep, you know," he says, pressing a wet kiss to her throat.

"Yeah, you're a genius," she says, but despite the heat that could be in that tone, she doesn't have any anger in her eyes as she presses two fingers to the underside of Jim's chin to angle him towards her for a longer kiss, hungry as anything as she nips his lower lip and tastes herself on his mouth while she reaches down to wrap a hand around Jim's dick. "Gonna do something about that?"

Those slim, calloused fingers feel like heaven, and Jim groans against her mouth, arm curling around her to pull her closer. "Was giving you a breather," he manages, but if she keeps that up, he's not sure he'll be able to stop himself from pulling those long legs around his waist. "Bones."

"When the hell have I ever needed a breather for," she grunts, even though there's been plenty of times and she's using selective memories right now. "Want me on top, darlin'?" she asks softly, kissing the curve of his jaw before sliding her lips over to his.

Jim groans again, and truth be told, he's having trouble deciding just how he wants her, but that gorgeous body moving over his where he can see and touch is a damn good start. "Want you every which way," he exhales, catching her by the hips to roll her on top of him. "God, please."

"Not an answer," she replies, but it's not like she really cares about what Jim wants at this point so long as he gets in her and she's wet and ready for him, so when McCoy eases her way atop his body with a challenge of a brow, she's ready. "Say when," she warns, poised just above him, ready to sink down and ride him.

"When," says Jim immediately, unable to look away from her, hands lifted and reaching for as much of her as he can touch. She's so soft, so ridiculously smooth, he thinks he could get off just from touching her long enough, but then he feels the heat hovering just shy of where he needs it, and Jim closes his eyes and groans. "Please. When."

"Not at all needy or anything," she quips, taking advantage of her proximity to sink down onto Jim, the warmth a rush and ridiculously, insanely, utterly perfect when he fills her up, so much so that she lets out a fervent little whine of pleasure. "Jim," she breathes out fondly.

"Bones," Jim exhales in turn, and the wonder is naked on his face, her body slick and warm and holding him just right. He opens his eyes and has to touch her, hands on her hips and gripping gently, urging her to move as his hips twitch beneath her. "Feel so good, Bones."

She'd have a quick reply ready, but right now she doesn't even know that she can get out words. There's sounds, though. Small, aching, pleased little moans as she settles down into a steady rhythm, rocking down and pressing one hand firm in the middle of Jim's chest, waggling her brow at him. "C'mon," she growls to urge him on.

Jim gazes with wide eyes at the ceiling, addled with the unexpected joy of having sex with a woman again, and lasts all of a moment more before he surges up, gathering Bones in his lap with both arms around her.

From this angle, he can't thrust up as much as he'd like, but he can hold her, her breasts soft where they rub against his skin, mouth right there for the taking. "Bones," Jim breathes again, kissing her as she fucks down onto him.

Sometimes, the smooth movements are traded in for those rough, klutzy, desperate things, and she thinks she loves those all the more because they're frantic and are pretty much more them. She bows her head down to indulge in every last greedy kiss that she can get, framing Jim's face with her palms and grinning like a sex-crazed idiot. "Jim," she breathes out reverently.

"I love you," says Jim, rolling suddenly until her back's against the sheets, hands urging her legs around his waist. He means to keep going then, but he's caught for a moment, breathless and looking down at her. She wants a baby, and all at once, Jim's eyes are hot. He closes them, burying his face against her throat as his hips begin to rock, fucking her slower and deeper than before.

"Hey," she breathes, meaning it to be soft, but it comes out stilted by the moans that are interspersed with Jim's movements. "Hey," she moans out the word. "Jim, babe, what's the matter?" she wonders, threading her fingers through his hair with worry. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he lies, mouth open against her throat. Jim kisses the spot, breathing in the scent of her, and tries like hell to get it together. "Just want to give you what you want, babe." His hips haven't slowed, dick wrapped up in too much heat to soften, but he has to swallow again before he speaks. "I want to give you everything you want."

She helps him out best she can, hips rocking forward to push him deeper into her without having to change the angle very much at all. "You give me everything I could ever need, Jim," she swears. "Don't worry so much," she whispers, head tipped back to bask in those kisses he's so ready to give. "You're perfect, goddamn perfect, I love you."

"I love you, too," Jim groans, sinking deeper, and it feels too good for grieving. Jim gets a hand beneath her knee and lifts it, deciding that for these few brief moments, he'll let himself believe it's possible, their baby. It may be the one chance he ever gets.

Lifting his head, Jim kisses her deeply, hips moving with purpose now. "Wrap your legs around me."

She's grinning like an idiot when he kisses her and it doesn't take very much coaxing for McCoy to do exactly like Jim wants, snugly locking her ankles around Jim's back, hands on his shoulders as she holds on tight. "C'mon, Jim," she coaxes, half chanting. "C'mon, do what you're good at."

Jim takes her wrists and pins them on either side of her head, and glint in his eye that says he means to deliver. His hips snap faster, half grinding against her to make sure he hits both sweet spots, and hell if it hasn't been a while since Jim had to worry about that. "Can't wait to make you come," he pants, "Feel you squeeze so sweet around me, Bones. There's nothing better."

There's so many points of contact between their skin that she's lost count, but she's happy to go with it, give in and let Jim control her like a puppet as she rocks her hips back as best as she can, letting out quiet whines of pleasure. "Shit," she gasps. "Won't be long like this," she gets out, stilted.

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