Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!c01.usenetserver.com!news.usenetserver.com!newsprint.newsread.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <60716211.20040822235115@gmx.de> From: "A.Q" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS "Over the Top" [NC-17] McCoy/Barrows Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 339 Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2004 22:55:05 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1093215305 209.198.142.218 (Sun, 22 Aug 2004 18:55:05 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2004 18:55:05 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:82938 X-Received-Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2004 15:55:11 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) (No connection to any of Stephen's challenges, besides that they gave me a reason to look through my drafts, where I found this one to finish...) ***** Title: Over the Top Author: Acidqueen Series: TOS - Acidqueen's Mc/Barrows series Pairing: McCoy/f (Tonia Barrows) Rating: NC-17, bdsm Summary: Sometimes, one can't help it. made. Archive: My own website at http://www.syredronning.de , ASCEM, all others ask, please. Acknowledgement: Thanks to Farfalla for beta'ing! All remaining errors are mine. *** It hadn't been McCoy's best day, and all he wanted was to fall in his bed and sleep. But it was one of Tonia's special nights, planned already two weeks ago but delayed several times due to shift incompatibilities and all those things that can bar the way of a CMO. Another delay would tick off even someone with her good mood. A pair of handcuffs - the one thing he hadn't already placed into the room where they planned to meet - heavily pulled down the inner pocket of his trousers. They just weren't intended for more than a wallet, he thought sourly as the metal bumped against his body with every step. In the turbolift, he let tonight's agenda play out in his mind. Policeman arresting a culprit sounded easy enough, but he lacked the true enthusiasm at the moment. Hopefully, Toni's would be enough for two. But when he arrived at the room, she wasn't there, although her uniform lay neatly folded on the table right next to the tools. He sat down heavily on a chair and stared at them, wondering what this night would hold for him. "Hey, Officer," called a well-known voice, and he looked up to see his lover standing in the door. She wore a bustier and pants that both didn't really deserve the term "clothes" due to their lack of fabric and revealing tightness. Definitely not an outfit she should wear on board, not even on these machinery levels that were usually void of crewmembers. "Come in," he said, but she only waved and laughed. "If you want me, you've got to get me, Officer." With this, she disappeared again. McCoy clenched his fist. Running after Toni was something he didn't favor even when he was in good mood, but tonight, this behavior was pushing his limits. He stood up and leaned into the door, looking right and left into the corridor. "Toni, dig it and come here," he called out, using her name to show he wasn't in the play setting. But she obviously didn't care. "Never, Officer!" The words came from far away on the left, and with a big frown he walked to the adjacent area, expecting to tumble over some of Scott's men any second. "Toni, this isn't a game anymore. I want you to come back to the room, dammit," he growled, as he looked for her behind some big pipes. "Catch me, if you can," her voice resounded from the other end of the hall. When he got there, she was already retreating into the next room, trying to lock the door after her. With vehemence he pushed himself between the closing door slides and forced them apart. She backed away, her smirk changing into an anxious expression when he got hold of her. "I'll give you running away," he said angrily, and pressed her down to her knees. And then something in his mind clicked. * His hand in her hair pulled her down the corridor, and frantically she crawled on all fours, the gray floor rolling along in front of her eyes to an unknown destination. Suddenly a door opened and the floor changed to tiles - they had to be in one of the shower rooms. He shoved her into a corner, where she coiled without resistance. Suddenly, cold water splashed down on her in icy waves. She whimpered under the impact, uselessly covering her face with her hands. Within seconds, her clothes clung to her body and her wet hair stuck to her forehead. She was freezing and shivering all over, and she was frightened of the alien, cold-eyed man she saw towering above her when the water stopped. And something in her mind clicked. * It clicked again in his head the second his adrenaline left him with the last drop of cum, only to find himself leaning over a shaking, wet, uncomfortably bound figure. It had felt alright why it lasted, and he remembered that he'd had no qualms about the cold shower and about handcuffing her to the slide bar with her hands up high over her back, her head tilted on the wall. He'd also had no qualms to take her hard, much harder than usual. Some dark spot of him had wanted to hurt her. And it frightened the hell out of him. "Oh, Toni..." he embraced her wet chest with his arms, clinging to her. Then he broke from his shocked state and pulled out of her. His hands reached up to open the handcuffs. "No, please, don't..." she said through her hard breathing, but he ignored her, fumbling with the locking mechanism. "No, Len," her voice came stronger, though still muffled. "Finish me. Please don't stop. Don't stop now." He stopped, confused. "You want me to go on?" "Yes, yes. Please." He was out of track and out of sync, with her and himself. Nothing felt right here, nothing felt right for him; but there she was, begging him not to be released. He forced himself to give in to her pleas and reached between her legs. She shivered and moved against his fingers, and so he shoved his sense of guilt aside and rubbed her harder, jerking her off like he had so many times. * Her mind was somewhere else, in some other dimension. Here was only her and him and the power he had over her. She was his, owned with every fiber of her self. Whatever punishment or pleasure he'd give her, she'd gladly accept it. She twisted against his fingers and envisioned him to be still in her, taking her as he wanted, without asking, without debate. She could feel again the pressure, the burning, the impact bordering on violation. Her arms shook as her orgasm built, straining against the uncomfortable cuffs. She pushed against the fingers and pleadingly twisted her butt. Something small intruded her anally, and she came, her muscles cramping around the fingers in spasms, over and over again. In the end, she broke into crying. * He'd released her within seconds and gathered her in his arms. She tumbled against him, her circulation unstable. "It was wonderful, Len," she murmured. When she looked up, he could see a smile on her wet face, her eyes glittering from tears. "I love you. I love you so much." She took his hands and kissed them. "I'd do anything for you." Slowly she slid down, coming to rest at his boots. She bent her head over them. "Anything. Thank you." He stood above her, not knowing what to say. Never before someone had offered him a world. And never before he'd been crushed by a potential responsibility like this - one he hadn't asked for. Unable to find a better thing to do, he leaned down and patted her head wordlessly. * They couldn't talk about it that day, as the red alarm came in right after she'd returned from her far-away mindset. And then, besides some small text messages, she didn't hear from him for two long days. Determined to give him all the time he needed, she sat through them with clenched hands. But the longer he stayed away, the surer she was of the outcome. It was after her shift three days later when her door buzzer sounded in a familiar sequence. She opened instantly. McCoy stepped in, his eyes taking in the room. "Erinnia isn't here. Gamma shift," she said more briskly than intended, and walked back to her bed to sit down cross-legged. For a moment, he remained at the door; then he drew closer, pulled one of the chairs to the bed and sat down. "I'm sorry it took me so long. But I needed to think about a lot of things." She looked down on the floor between them. An iron band tightened around her chest, making breathing hard. "Go on," she said, when he didn't speak further. "When we...met last time, I wasn't in a good mood," McCoy said. "I shouldn't have come to our date. But I did, and...it got out of hand." "Not so much that I'd complain," she said quietly. "Alright - it got out of my hand. I didn't feel in control anymore. And I did things I usually would never do..." He took a deep breath. "It's perfectly alright to do S&M, if you feel good with it. And I can see you do." He gave her a sad smile. "But that's exactly the reason why I have to stop with it." "Because you don't feel good with it." "Yes. Not on this level." He stared down on the floor. "It's not that I'm really astonished to learn about those sides of myself - I guess everyone has them, when the right buttons are pushed. But I can't play with them. I was out of control there, and that's not something I want to repeat. And I don't want to get control over it either, because I really don't want to give those sides any room in my life." She reached over the small space between them and caught his hands. "I know. I've known for a while that I'm pushing you to things you're not comfortable with in the end. I've wondered if I could do something about it. But I can't. I've had all those things in my mind ever since I was a teenager, and to find out how much of it is actually possible with the right partner was incredible to learn. So I can't simply put the ghost back into a bottle." She smiled as sadly as he did. "We can't help it, could we?" "No." "Funny that of all the things we didn't fit in the first place, it's the sex that's not working in the end." She grinned weakly, shedding a layer of fake humor over her aching heart. He sat down on the bed next to her and pulled her closer. She buried her head in his neck and stroked his back, managing to hold back all too girlish tears. She hadn't intended to go farther from there, but once he was kissing her, she longed to be with him for one more time. It was nice; it was soft; it was exactly the kind of sex she didn't want anymore on the long run. If anything, it made splitting easier than expected, she thought sadly. Their eyes met, and she realized he knew. Well, there were worse ways to end it, she thought, and kissed him as if it were the first time. * "I'm sure you'll have a good time on the 'Astria'," McCoy said, as he accompanied Tonia to the transporter room six weeks later. She had said good-bye to everyone else already, and so the two of them had the last moment for themselves. Although they had finished their relationship, they had remained good friends, and it had taken the crew a while to realize the changed state. However, there was neither railing nor scoffing. If anything, most people seemed to take the news unexpectedly hard as if, by this failure, their own chances of a fulfilling relationship onboard had floundered. "I hope so." She took a deep breath as they stepped into the room. "This ship's been my home for a while." There was only Scotty at the console, quietly remaining in the background. She ignored him for the moment as she turned to McCoy. "You've been my home for a while, Len." "Glad to hear that, Toni." He closed his arms around her waistline, and she slung hers around his neck, ignoring the traveler bag that uncomfortably hung over her shoulder. "It's been a wonderful time with you. Take care, will you?" he said earnestly. "Don't worry, I will," she said. As if following an unspoken command, they kissed in the way all ex-lovers might kiss, their lips closed, but the touch lingering longer than one between friends would. Then they parted and, gliding her fingers over his shoulders, she reluctantly pulled her hands away. He opened his embrace and let her step to the platform. "You know my number," he said with a twinkle as she stood in the focus. "Whenever you need someone to talk, just gimme a call. You know, a doctor's always on duty." "I remember well," she replied. "Especially all the calls that came in the middle of the night." She waved to the engineer. "Good-bye, Scotty! Keep your engines straight!" "Bye, my lass. This ship will be a lot more boring without you," Scott said with a broad grin. "Something I gotta agree with," McCoy said. She smiled down on him, then sighed. Time to leave. Clamping her bag, she nodded to Scotty. "I'm ready." And in a sparkle of light, her life took a new turn. ***** ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: