There are reasons why she should hate what Bones loves to do in bed sometimes. The loss of control should make her crazy. And it does. But sometimes she needs it.
Little known fact about Bones?
His mouth is just as good as his hands.
Christ, if they would let him perform surgery with that tongue of his. Complete success.
She's currently lying down in their bed, subject to all of Bones' whims and fancies, sheets wrinkled and sweat stained around her, smelling of cum and the food they had in bed.
It's a lazy weekend. They have off due to another near-death experience that Jamie would rather not think about. And Bones is taking his sweet time taking her apart to make up for scaring him again.
Thank God they tested the soundproofing between the Captain's and First Officer's quarters, otherwise she, Spock and Bones would be having a pretty awkward conversation.
But she can't help the loud pitched squeals as she begs when Bones brings her close to the edge.
"Please, please, God, baby. Bones, let me come. Please, I wanna come."
And the bastard, with his wicked grin and the stubble making her thighs burn, would say, "Not yet, darlin'"
So she writhes and whines and breathes sharply through her nose as he dives in with his tongue, circling and sucking and CHRIST.
"Son-"
"No."
"Of a-"
"Not yet."
"Bitch."
She's panting and he's telling her what a good girl she is for not coming yet, knowing that the number of edges will increase next time if she comes early.
She's so wet, from his saliva and all of the juices and the warmth of this all has spread from her cheeks, to her fingertips to her stomach. It's a kind of bliss that can only be described by someone playing with your hair, or a afternoon nap on a rainy day and this. Orgasmic. Fucking. Bliss.
"Bones!" She screams as he takes his tongue away and taps lightly on her vagina.
And then he steps away, looks down at her with the grin of an artist. "Love you like this, Jamie."
"Just let me come, you sadist." She bites out as the build up ebbs away.
"Maybe," He grins and then enters his fingers inside her and arches up and she sees colors, bright, vibrant colors. She's babbling as he pulls out.
"I hate you."
"Love you too, sweetheart."
