* DOCTOR / HEALER

temperance shaw, assistant chief medical officer aboard the uss enterprise

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" so... do i get a good night kiss? "

their son had been feverish and grumpy all day, definitely giving them both a run for their money. it wasn’t until rowan had finally been put down and after temperance had made sure his fever subsided, even if it was just for the moment he was asleep and looked comfortable and that’s what mattered, she crawls into bed, not having changed yet first letting any stresses of the day melt even a little when he asks for a goodnight kiss. her head lays on the pillow for a second looking at him a smile easily coming across her lips. she doesn’t think she could have really done today without him, despite her being a doctor it’s different when it’s your child. so of course, she gets on her knees crawling over to him firstly giving him an eskimo kiss before actually pressing her lips to his, one hand to cup his cheek. ‘           of course you do. and if i ever forget, just come and get it.          ‘ 

temperance settles down once more, this time right next to him enjoying the moment of silence they’d gotten for what seems like the first time that day. ‘          i’m going to shower. hopefully rowan sleeps through the night, poor kid.          ‘ there’s a sigh as she sits up and heads towards the shower. // i didn’t rb this meme but i was blessed anyways // @cailicah

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cailicah‌:

don’t stop, and her nails clawing into his back – if he hadn’t just come down from the high of orgasm, this alone might do him in. he shifts, sliding his arms beneath her and hooking hands around the tops of her shoulders to keep her in place as the pace returns. bucking, jerking, pinning her into each movement, he does just as she says, refusing to relent until she begs him to. sweat begins to bead along every smooth plateau of his skin, gutteral grunts suffocating in his throat the longer he tries to maintain rhythm.

he listens perfectly, pace picking right back up and her making eye contact with him making sure that with every thrust, every slight movement on his part, that he could see exactly what it was he did to her. his going as rough and hast as he was, it only took what felt like a few more thrusts to temperance before she’s cumming, a much stronger gasp than those from earlier and her wrapping her arms around cain, moaning loudly and unapologetically into his shoulder. a dam having built itself all night within her, now breaking but still not relenting and telling him to slow down any.

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cailicah‌:

even through fabric, when she touches him, electricity sparks through his body, his mouth falling open to release a soft moan into the air between them as he stabilizes himself with free hand against the door. then she slides her hand into his pants, his underwear, and he is revitalized. his hips rock into her hand, fingers pressing into the wood of the door and her skin where they are tied. curse her for the tease, for going slow when they only have so much time. he moans again, breathing hitching once, into her ear as he rests his cheek against the side of her head.    “ faster – ba mhaith liom a bheith deacair go leor chun tú a threorú. “

his moan makes her smirk, self satisfaction in every feature. of course, with him behind her, he couldn’t see and she preferred it that way for the moment. now she understands why such a tradition exists. she wanted him perhaps in a way she’d never wanted him before and truly not recognizing until the moment just how dependent on touch she was now that she was deprived of it to a certain extent. it was exciting. the gaelic that comes from him with such ease makes her more ready for him than his earlier touches had not saying a thing about it though, just following what she could understand. faster. temperance’s wrist movements speeding up to give him the friction he’s looking for. 

[doctcra-a-blog]

yo tink what happening. yo voice i create so i can get my ooc posts going. what’s happening is i believe, i’m going to reboot this blog and just. get my shit in order. when i started this blog again, i wasn’t even sure if the st.ar tr.ek fandom was around and so i put in the most minimal work that i could into creating my tags and everything else that things are a little square right now. what i wanna do is get a better tag for mi.rror verse since that also wasn’t supposed to stick and idk. I JUST WANNA MAKE SHIT NEAT GUYS OKAY. 

[doctcra-a-blog]

yo tink what happening. yo voice i create so i can get my ooc posts going. what’s happening is i believe, i’m going to reboot this blog and just. get my shit in order. when i started this blog again, i wasn’t even sure if the st.ar tr.ek fandom was around and so i put in the most minimal work that i could into creating my tags and everything else that things are a little square right now. what i wanna do is get a better tag for mi.rror verse since that also wasn’t supposed to stick and idk. I JUST WANNA MAKE SHIT NEAT GUYS OKAY. 

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cailicah‌:

kisses pepper along the supple curve of her rear, trace the hemline of her panties as she talks about fair. what isn’t fair is what she does to him without even trying. he nips her, kisses there, and slides hand up her gentle slope into the band of the lacy thing that leaves little to the imagination, tugging it down and around her ankles before he stands again.     “ and what’s your present idea of fun? “     he grins in her ear, grinding himself into her backside with bent knees. it isn’t really a question that he expects an answer to, accented by his hand coming to his shoulders to push suspenders off as best he can manage with their binding. quickly, he undoes button and zipper, reaching for her hand and placing it over the growing arousal still sheathed in cloth.     “ truallaigh mé. “

even after all this time, especially after all this time, he still makes her weak with a mere few words. if she hadn’t grabbed onto him for a brief moment, she was sure her knees would have given out. temperance’s heart rate quickens, breathing already having picked up and he’s barely touched her. silly for her to think that when she suggested exactly this, it wouldn’t be this way. but neither of them half ass anything, proven only when he takes her hand placing it over his arousal and like instinct, she first traces her hand over his sheathed length a few times before inching up and pulling down some so she can get to his cock with ease, stroking as best she could starting as slowly as she always did waiting to hear his reactions. 

[doctcra-a-blog]

yo tink what happening. yo voice i create so i can get my ooc posts going. what’s happening is i believe, i’m going to reboot this blog and just. get my shit in order. when i started this blog again, i wasn’t even sure if the st.ar tr.ek fandom was around and so i put in the most minimal work that i could into creating my tags and everything else that things are a little square right now. what i wanna do is get a better tag for mi.rror verse since that also wasn’t supposed to stick and idk. I JUST WANNA MAKE SHIT NEAT GUYS OKAY. 

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cailicah‌:

her hands latch to his shoulders and he’s alive, the blood flowing through his veins a rapids that grows stronger with each thrust of his hips into hers. dig your nails in, he wants to say. claim what’s yours. it remains in his brain, though he’s sure he breathes some part of it as his head dips down. gods he wants to mark her - do as he wishes from her. hips slow, the power behind each motion dying down only slightly as he bites into the soft of her shoulder, kissing there when he’s pulled back and tracking more connections up along the side of her neck.

with her own blood pumping in her ears, she barely hears what he says not being able to react either way when he goes ahead and bites. not hard but still enough where she digs her nails into his shoulders ‘          god cain.          ‘ being the only thing she can say as every other though dissipates into nothing. all of their foreplay, her touching herself, him teasing by grinding against her, all of it quickly catching up to her she can already tell. all she needs... ‘          don’t stop.          ‘ practically as breathless as she is, still finds words that have yet to die on the tip of her tongue, nails now trailing down his back before latching themselves there.

[doctcra-a-blog]

yo tink what happening. yo voice i create so i can get my ooc posts going. what’s happening is i believe, i’m going to reboot this blog and just. get my shit in order. when i started this blog again, i wasn’t even sure if the st.ar tr.ek fandom was around and so i put in the most minimal work that i could into creating my tags and everything else that things are a little square right now. what i wanna do is get a better tag for mi.rror verse since that also wasn’t supposed to stick and idk. I JUST WANNA MAKE SHIT NEAT GUYS OKAY. 

[doctcra-a-blog]

yo tink what happening. yo voice i create so i can get my ooc posts going. what’s happening is i believe, i’m going to reboot this blog and just. get my shit in order. when i started this blog again, i wasn’t even sure if the st.ar tr.ek fandom was around and so i put in the most minimal work that i could into creating my tags and everything else that things are a little square right now. what i wanna do is get a better tag for mi.rror verse since that also wasn’t supposed to stick and idk. I JUST WANNA MAKE SHIT NEAT GUYS OKAY. 

[doctcra-a-blog]

yo tink what happening. yo voice i create so i can get my ooc posts going. what’s happening is i believe, i’m going to reboot this blog and just. get my shit in order. when i started this blog again, i wasn’t even sure if the st.ar tr.ek fandom was around and so i put in the most minimal work that i could into creating my tags and everything else that things are a little square right now. what i wanna do is get a better tag for mi.rror verse since that also wasn’t supposed to stick and idk. I JUST WANNA MAKE SHIT NEAT GUYS OKAY. 

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cailicah‌:

it’s so much better when it’s slow, at least in this moment, that is the one truth he chooses to reside in. that feels good. not good enough if she still has breath to speak. hips draw back, slow and casual before bucking back into her, the slap of skin hitting skin a roar in comparison to the quiet pats that had come before it. the force of the thrust makes the bed creak, scoot on the floor an immeasurably short distance, and every affected muscle ripple. it’s half a gasp, half a laugh that escapes him as he pulls back once more, much fonder already of this new set of motions. slow back, fast and hard in, repeat.

she isn’t anticipating him changing rhythm. when he does, her eyes open wide with a moan involuntarily coming from her. eyesbrows are together when looking up at him again wanting to be furious at him having done such thing. but he repeats over and over and over that she just lets go, a moan following each thrust. she’d call him names if she were that kind of person but she can’t deny just how good this all was and felt. having changed rhythm she’s gone to grab onto his shoulders needing something steady to keep her grounded seeing as her world felt like it was shifting beneath her. 

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cailicah‌:

she tugs him, the door shuts, and he’s being pulled down for a kiss that’s as quick as his heartbeat becomes when their mouths meet. they part and she speaks, making that curl reappear on his lips as he shifts their positions so that she is the one closest to the door.     “ your strap, “     he motions, but does little beyond that.     “ here, just – “     guiding her to turn around, he bends her arm back, pinning it after lifting a handful of the tulle and tucking it between their bound hands and her back.

snowy lace against tanned skin isn’t something that should surprise him, but it does, and as he crouches, settles on his knees in front of her, lips and fingers graze over her skin, exploring the edges of her panties where they are reachable.     “ tá corp chomh maith agat, “     he breathes against the curve of her rear, roaming hand appreciatively palming her other cheek.

this wasn’t the most ideal in her opinion. being someone who ouch is very important for and already wanting to grab more and scratch at but she doesn’t reach behind her, the full effect not being there and therefore not bothering. instead, what she can and does focus on is that hand palming her ass and the foreign words said in that perfectly pitched baritone of his. perhaps this wouldn’t be as bad as she initially thought body shivering, not from the cold, but from his touch and anticipation. temperance bites at her bottom lip. ‘          not fair you get all the fun.          ‘ there’s a lightness in her tone, remembering of their bound hands and trying her best to get his attention through that. 

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cailicah‌:

the warmth of her presence around him draws a hodgepodge of a sigh and moan from his lips, the sound smothered in her skin before head lifts and he reinstates eye contact. gods, it feels so much better when he can see her face - can document the way she reacts to his body. thighs tighten, a knee sliding up the pillowed fabric of the mattress until it nests near the bottom of her rib cage to deepen each slow push into her absolute core. they have all night, he has to remind himself constantly, preventing himself from running ragged before they’ve even had the chance to begin.

there isn’t any complaining from temperance with the pave he’s set. mostly because of the way he’s positioned himself making sure to reach that perfect spot within her that makes her gasp with a soft, ‘          oh.          ‘ falling from her lips. he clearly knows her body well enough to know what makes her tick and what makes her squirm and in another moment, she could appreciate that, but as of right now, she just sighs and gasps with soft moans in between. arms slowly reach out, nails scratching at the bare surface of the mattress seeing as there wasn’t anything to grab onto. ‘          that feels good.          ‘ is said with a smile knowing that he more likely already knew due to her reaction. 

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cailicah‌:

“ we’ll be quick. promise. they won’t even notice we’ve gone. “     the expression is used loosely, as the others had clearly seen them sneak into the house. he chuffs at her suggestion, only taking part in it when he’s reached the top of the short staircase by letting her legs slide down his forearm as he bends.     “ i’d never drop you. “     he finagles their arms again, making it so that his crosses in front of him as he starts towards the room she’d gotten ready in that morning with a nod of his head in that same direction.     “ we’d better get going, though. no point in quick if we take all day getting there. “

‘          then we’d better get going.          ‘ she’s pulling him into the room using their tied hands making sure to shut it behind them. she doesn’t even bother going for the zipper on her own dress instead turning and pulling him down into a kiss, feeling everywhere she could on him. if they had to be quick, then she was going to make sure this was one of their better quickies. breaking the kiss it occurs to her how to make this as least awkward as possible for both of them. ‘          take off my dress and take me from behind.          ‘ in their eight years together, it isn’t like things haven’t been said but still she blushes when the words leave her lips and are made real. 

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cailicah‌:

“ all but one, “     he smirks, everything behind them a distant afterthought as he hooks his leg backward carefully, a light kick to the wood shutting the house’s front door and closing them off to their guests that will likely be at the mercy of nuala and wilhelmina rounding them all to the proper space on the property for the soon coming reception party.      “ how about i take you back to your room and we fulfill that last one now, mrs. mac eoghain? “ his brow lofts, steps already carrying him towards the staircase he ascend with great and absolute care.

ah. of course. the last tradition, the one told to her when they had a total lapse of judgement in front of their guests. tradition says this can’t be  removed until we consummate. she’s still in his arms, him not having let go of her just yet. ‘          ah, but cain, we might be late.          ‘ there is a clear deadpan to her tone, pairing it instead with her playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. with him slowly moving up the stairs, she peeks down grinning. ‘          are we going to make it? you can put me down, you know.          ‘ of course adding ‘          only if you’d like.          ‘ today having already been made perfect and her practically staring at him wanting to remember every single thing from today.