[For Chase]

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy's not sure what to do about the fact that he's still on an Island, so instead of doing something about it, he retires to the jazz club and decides to drink, instead. It's not the most productive plans, it's not the best, but it gives him something to do. It gets him away from the Nameless Cat and Spock and it lets him drift into some version of the past where he had no worries, could be carefree, and a normal man not bowed down in grief for six billion souls, an ex-wife who kept his daughter from him, and his father's life weighing on his conscience.

He's starting to think maybe Jim and Chekov have the right idea. Find someone and let everything be poured into that desperate act of sex or companionship or whatever passes for it these days. He knocks back the rest of his drink and orders another as he turns to look at the woman that he's been watching since she came in. She's young, but not young and undeniably beautiful. He might be tipsy, but he knows that he's not dead inside if he can still acknowledge someone so stunning.

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[leftwithmybones]

"You're gorgeous and intelligent and my brain wants you more than I can say," McCoy assures, letting out a long breath, closing his eyes as his posture sags. "Damn it, I've been ready," he exhales. "I really am."

[grandpursuit.livejournal.com]

"We can... we can do other things..." Chase offered, at a bit of a loss. Then she brought a hand up to his face. "I'm sorry, Leonard, I'm not entirely sure what to say here."

[leftwithmybones]

"Saying nothing at all would be the best," he says and collapses back against her antique fainting couch, giving her a tired look as he grasps at his balled-up shirt. "Saying that it happens to all men..." He trails off and groans heavily, leaning over to kiss her. "This is supposed to be fun and easy."

[grandpursuit.livejournal.com]

Chase offered him a small smile and then said sincerely, "Well, you're a very good kisser. And there's nothing wrong with going slow, right?" Of course, they had obviously been geared up for a one-night stand, not a date. Not that she didn't think Leonard was great.

[leftwithmybones]

He rubs at his eyes and opens one, just to peek at her, get a good look at just how disappointing he's being in general about this. "If we try again and I still...can't, I feel like I'm going to be disappointing you more," he admits. "You're gorgeous, you're doing all the right things, and I can't respond."

[grandpursuit.livejournal.com]

Chase sat up a little, and regarded him with an expression a little more serious. "I'm probably going to regret saying this because I know it's the shrink in me talking, but..." Her expression gentled a little. "You may want to think about why. Maybe you're just having a bad night, or... maybe you're not. It's obviously nothing to be ashamed of, but it might be something you can fix."

[leftwithmybones]

He gives her a long look that begs for silence, but he knows that it won't happen. "I've got psychology training too," he admits, as if it's something he'd rather hide than talk about. He gives her a pleading look, hating that he can't even appreciate a gorgeous, intelligent woman like this. "Look, I've had sex since my divorce, that shouldn't be the problem."

[grandpursuit.livejournal.com]

Chase simply nodded. She wasn't about to argue with him; it wasn't her place, not in this position. Even if he did decide to talk to someone, it wouldn't be appropriate for it to be her. It was enough that the idea was in his head.

She leaned in and kissed him softly, once more. "I hope you don't consider the evening a loss," she said. "Perhaps it is only a sign that we should be friends, for now. I'm not disappointed in the company."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy leans into the kiss, possibly a shade too desperately and feeling like it's filled with things he wants and can't have. "Neither am I," he admits after a belabored moment. "Just wish I wasn't so disappointing tonight."

[grandpursuit.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Leonard," Chase sighed. "The ways that men have disappointed me in my life rarely has anything to do with sex. Trust me, you've barely scratched the surface." She thought of Bruce, and offered him a small smile, reaching for her shirt. She was reluctant to suggest they do other things, because the mood rather seemed spoiled besides. "Come on, why don't we go back to the club. I'll buy you a drink this time, and you can tell me about being a space doctor."

[leftwithmybones]

That gets a quiet laugh out of him and he runs a hand through already-mussed hair as he tries to get himself back into a decent state. "Promise you won't go off telling all your friends about the bad lay you had?"