-- [ M ] breathe in, breathe out ( scotty )

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

She was leaving this up to him, he realized, as her fingers moved at the boundary between his skin and the cloth covering the lower half of his body. He realized that she might be hesitant there, seeing as his pants were the last step between them, the last distance to be crossed (or rather, removed) before they could do what they'd both been wanting to do since he'd chased her down in engineering earlier that same day. Was it even still the same day? He had no idea what time it was, having lost track of that in his passionate pursuit of making Adalyn as much his own physically as he felt for her mentally. It didn't matter; he could lose himself completely in her, (again, literally and metaphorically), forget everything else but the world they made right here and now between them.

How to climb out of a pair of sweatpants in a way that was at least slightly dignified...he contemplated it briefly. He didn't want to leave her unattended on the bed, as beautiful and completely unclothed as she was, but he was really going to have to use both hands to get out of that last article of clothing. He didn't have little panties that could be dragged off with two fingers or even teeth (which he had momentarily considered using on hers but decided against). He reached down, trailed a hand up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and hesitated only briefly before probing further with that same hand, teasing her ever so slightly before giving her a quick smile and sliding off the bed to the side of her, discarding whatever reservations he might have had. He removed the sweatpants swiftly, praying that she'd be as satisfied with the rest of him as he had been with all he'd seen of her so far (which was pretty much everything.

Well, then, he thought, this was it. He wanted to try to calm his breathing, wanted to feel more in control of himself, but the truth was, in spite of the fact that Adalyn lay there, watching him, practically having begged him to take her then and there, he would have done anything she asked him to at that moment. Nothing more lay between them, nothing but air and whatever reservations they might have, which, for Scotty, were no longer existent. He dropped to his knees on the bed again, next to her, sliding a hand down the inside of her leg farthest from him, finally resting it on the outer edge of her hip, thumb caressing the soft line of skin that marked the juncture between her thigh and torso. He had every intention of doing this gently, but as he moved closer to her, the heat of her, the sight of her body, the trust in her eyes, made him summon every ounce of willpower in his body to keep from losing control at that very moment.

He moved over her, resuming his previous position, only this time, there was nothing between them. He supported himself with one hand, the other tracing circles on her chest before he locked his eyes on hers, centering himself in her gaze as he entered her. And the moment he did, he felt his chest rise with a swift, involuntary gasp at the sensation of it. He had no realization of the look of intense concentration on his own face, all he could see was her, and that was all he wanted to see. His free hand cradled her left thigh, steadying himself as he moved forward, and he didn't look away. If she was hurting, he wanted to know, if she wanted more, he wanted to know, whatever she felt, he wanted to be able to see it in her eyes, or hear it the moment it escaped her lips.

"Adalyn..." He breathed her name, almost inaudibly, as if it were an expression of the overwhelming intimacy of the moment, as if that one word above all others could communicate to her exactly the effect she had on him, although she could undoubtedly judge that for herself from this moment forward.

[LT. ADALYN McCORD]

Adalyn hadn't had any expectations on how this was going to play out. She didn't have any preconceived notions or hopes. Well, that was a lie, she did hope that it was a great exprience for both of them, but the truth was, she knew it would be. She wasn't going to compare it to anything, she was just going to take it for what it would be. She was more worried about it hurting at first, due to her lack of sexual activity in the last four years. She was alert as she felt Scotty's hand roaming her inner thigh, causing her to hold her breath. She afraid he was just goin to continue the foreplay stage of the encounter, but she had a feeling he was doing it to mess with her. His hand teased her, causing her to groan, looking away before she forced herself to look back. She looked him, eager for a moment before that smile formed on his lips. She couldn't help but share one of her own when he moved away from her to remove that last article of clothing.

Adalyn looked to him as he returned to him, their bodies completely inhabited. She looked down, needing to know what she would be expecting. She caught a glimpse and then looked up at him, her face showing indifference. However, in her mind, Adalyn was nervous. He wasn't exactly what one might consider a less endowed gentleman, and she was frightened that it was going to be painful. However, she held onto the hope that his insistent teasing would have done just enough to protect her. She looked up at him as he hovered over her, knowing that it was time. She took in a deeply breath, using her eyes to convey to him that she was ready now. She then tilted her head back and relaxed right before he penetrated her slowly. To her relief, there was no pain, but the relief disappeared from her when she took in the sensation. A slow, pleasant moan exited her lips as she closed her eyes.

There was no fear in her now as she stared right up into Scotty's eyes. His grip on her thigh seemed to stimulate her more as he steadied himself, pushing forward. Adalyn's lower lip and chin quivered as she groaned, letting her head lift up to truly meet his gaze. This was what she was hoping for. The spark, the connection, the moment she knew that he was it. She reached up and let her hands rest against his face as she moved her body up closer to his. Then, he whispered her name and that clinched the deal for the beautiful, lithe brunette. He had her forever, no questions asked. She just hoped that he would feel the same way over time, if he didn't already.

Despite the intensity of their currently situation, Adalyn gave Scotty a reassuring smile. They were on the same page, and now they could just be together, the smile soon faded as she leaned her body up more toward him, both of their bodies interlocked as she looked into his blue eyes. Then, her soft, moist lips claimed his in a passionate, loving kiss as she pushed her hips up against him, causing her to moan against his lip. And so it began. Sex for Adalyn wasn't just about a physical connection, it had to be emotionally correlated as well. She wouldn't sleep with just anyone, that wasn't how she went about things. She only shared her body with people she loved, but Scotty didn't know that. He probably understand that she didn't have sex with complete strangers, understand that she only let herself be this intimate with people she trusted. But he had no idea of how much he truly meant to her. Her body was sacred, and by doing this, it really did show much he mattered.

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

Had Scotty been anyone else, or perhaps been with anyone else, he might have been viewing Adalyn, and her body, objectively, comparing her to previous experiences. But he wans't anyone else, and neither was she, and at the moment, all he could think about was her. There was no fleeting memory of past experiences, in spite of the fact that they existed, and there was no 'what if' in his mind as he breathed in the air of her, the intoxicating smell of her hair, her skin, all of her, surrounding him. She was all he needed, and all he could possibly imagine needing, at least at this particular time and place. He watched her face closely, looking for signs of pain or discomfort, but saw only a smile of reassurance there before she closed the distance between them and kissed him. Her hips rose up to meet his body, and he echoed her moan, feeling the hum of his own pleasure on her lips as the two of them kissed, his lips moving against hers, parting slightly as they did.

They fit together, so well it almost frightened him. It was as if they understood each other, knew when to shift, when to move towards each other, when to pull away. The first time he pulled away, the sensation of it left his eyelids heavy, and they fluttered as he consciously willed them open before moving forwards again. The repetition formed a rhythm more quickly than he expected, and his breathing fell into pattern with the motion. He leaned down to kiss her again, still resting a hand on her hip as he moved with her. He didn't know how much this meant to her emotionally; he couldn't have, it wasn't as if they'd had a long, drawn-out discussion about the implications of it. But somehow, he knew that this was much more than just an 'I want you, you want me, let's do this' scenario, this was something more significant, and more powerful than something like that could ever have been.

He looked up, meeting her eyes again, then leaned down, hanging his head downwards just far enough that he could whisper in her ear without completely collapsing on top of her. That didn't seem like a terrific idea, being as she was pretty small.

"Let me know." he breathed, surprised at the labored, uneven edge his voice had in the hushed space between his lips and her ear. He wondered if she'd know what he meant by that, that he was inviting her to give him whatever directions he might need to do this precisely the way she needed him to. "However you say." he elaborated, half on an inhale, and hoped she understood him. However she said she needed him, whatever she asked of him, that was what he'd try to do, and he wanted her to know that. The last thing he wanted was for this to go some way other than what she had hoped just because she was afraid to tell him what she wanted. He planted both hands on the bed firmly on either side of her head, balancing there and looking from her face to her body intermittently, concentrating on the signals her body was giving him.

He knew by now that his own needs, or rather, wants, would be well taken care of. That much was clear, he didn't doubt it. His purpose, then, that one thing that he could focus on above all else, the way he had a tendency to do, was to take care of the things that she needed and wanted. Beyond that, he could see no further goal.

[LT. ADALYN McCORD]

Typically when you found that one person you were destined to be with, all the signals go off in your mind, telling you this is it. This is the one person, the only person who will truly understand you, who will be there for you no matter what happens. That person will take care of you when you need them to, you satisfy them emotionally and physically, in so many ways, you can't imagine anyone else ever being in their shoes. For Adalyn, she felt like she found that person in Scotty. She found the one person who could complete her, who could stimulate and satisfy her completely, wholly, in more ways than one. When his lips claimed hers, it felt like nothing in the world could take this away from them. They were together until the very end. Nothing anyone said or did was going to change the way Scotty made her feel. They were connected now, and she would remember this night as the night that she finally found her kindred spirit in him.

With every moment he made, she matched it with her own, their bodies moving in a synchronized motion. Each action sending Adalyn's body into blissful shock. She wasn't aware of the time, what day it was, if they were still docked on Earth or if they had already set back out into the great, grant universe. All the slender brunette could think about was the Scottish man who was making her fall away from reality. With every slight flick of her long, chestnut brown hair, to the feeling of his fingertips against her hips, it made her body going into constant overload. She didn't know if she was going to be able hold on, or if she would lose it all together. The thought of no knowing excited Adalyn even more, causing her to meet Scotty's movements with more need.

She then tilted her head when she listened to Scotty's erratic whisper. This caused her to turn her head away with a smile on her lips. Lucky for the man, Adalyn didn't require any special maneuvers to excite her. She didn't need a special move to make her tumble over into that mindless blissful sensation. She just needed the connection of his body with hers, the touch of his lips, and the rhythmic, yet speedy beating of his heart. She didn't need anything else. All Adalyn did was nod in response, but she knew that she wouldn't have to direct him, for he was doing just fine without it. Fine wasn't a strong enough word to describe it, for Adalyn could feel her body reaching that tantalizing goal with each movement the couple made.

She looked to see that he had moved both of his hands to rest on either side of her head, their bodies not missing a beat as she looked up into his eyes. She ran her hands up his sides slowly, one pressing against the small of his back just as he moved within her, causing her to groan as she let her head fall back a bit. Her legs slid up the bed slowly, causing the bedding to ripple a bit from her movement. Her knees ran along Scotty's sides as she continued to meet his movements with hips, wanting to taste his lips again, but her moans refused to let her as she let about another one. Finally, she leaned her head up to his and her lips claimed his in a fevered kiss. However, the kiss didn't last as their lips parted and she let out an almost pain moan against his lips, her breathing labored as it reverberated off Scotty's mouth. Despite wanting to hold onto herself, she could feel her body reading that critical climax. She knew that she did this correctly, she could prolong it a bit more, but she knew that soon, she wouldn't be able to hold herself back for much longer.

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

Time meant nothing here, when he was with her like this. It could have been ten minutes, it could have been forever, and he would have welcomed it, would have still thought it all too short. And in that moment, despite the brevity of the time he'd known her, he was totally and completely hers. She had him, body and soul, had taken more of him in that short time, than anyone else he had ever known. Interestingly enough, he didn't mind. It wasn't as if she'd stolen his heart against his will while he fought tooth and nail to resist her. It was as natural as the urge to breathe, as natural as the way they fit together, as the sound of her name on his lips, and he wasn't going to try and fight it. He lost track of the room around them, everything but her, the perfection that existed between them. It was amazing; he and Adalyn, undoubtedly flawed human beings, it seemed, became so much better when they were together, as if they were much more than just the sum of the two of them.

Reassured that he was doing things right when she didn't give him any further requests, he let himself fall more into his actions instinctively instead of trying to think about them. It was the ancient rhythm of men and women who'd been doing this much longer than the two of them had been alive, and his body knew what to do. He took in deep breaths of sweet oxygen, the rush of air around him as he moved with her. This, he realized, was very quickly heading down the road towards universe-altering climax, but he was determined that she'd get there when he did, or at the very least, before he did. He had no intention of leaving her unsatisfied, not after all that had transpired between them.

He wasn't going to tell her he loved her, not now. It was too clichéd, too easy for her to doubt it when it was whispered on a lustful breath in a situation like this. But the words came to his lips, and he had to consciously call himself back from that. No, that was something he'd save for when both he and Adalyn could be sure that he meant it. Not in a spur-the-moment blurting out of feelings, that was the kind of thing he would have done in previous relationships. It never helped to rush things faster than they wanted to be rushed. They had made it this far without saying those words, without making promises they couldn't be sure they'd keep. It was all based on honesty, and he wasn't about to change that with impulsive statements he'd have to review later.

The sound of her breathing, the sounds of pleasure she was making now, only served to heighten his appreciation for the sensations coursing through his body. He could feel the heat of it building up, mostly in the lower half of his stomach, the feeling of coiled pleasure accumulating, threatening to take over his entire body as he moved. How close was she? He wasn't sure; as this was the first time the two of them had ever done this together, he hadn't quite memorized her reactions, known which of the sweet sounds she couldn't seem to suppress meant that she was enjoying herself and which ones meant that she was really enjoying herself. He didn't want her to hold out for his sake, though, and he leaned down again, kissing her twice, soft, lingering kisses as if he couldn't quite get enough of the taste of her. "Let go." he murmured, against her lips, before covering them with his again. She was incredible, and he wanted to make her feel precisely that.

[LT. ADALYN McCORD]

Adalyn's mind was so clouded, she was having a difficult time trying to comprehend what was really going on around her. All the biologist knew was that pretty soon, she wouldn't be able to contain herself anymore. Adalyn had pretty decent stamina, even for someone who wasn't exactly the type to sleep around. It generally took women longer to reach that critical moment, but Adalyn seemed to know how to hold off, hold back just enough before the big finish. She didn't know how, maybe it was just a psychological thing, but it didn't make it any less true for her. All she knew in that moment, was that she wanted this to be special for them, memorable, in a good way of course.

The pace had increased between the pair after she had chosen not to give Scotty any special directions. She wasn't the type of person who needed something specific to excite her. All she needed was the feelings she had for the man, and their bodies. She wasn't really into anything else, which to her, was normal. She didn't want any surprises, she just wanted him. The way their bodies met each other, causing her body to quake as pleasure rippled through her. She knew she wouldn't be able to last much longer and she hoped that Scotty would be okay with that. She understood that most men were more worried about toppling over the edge first, leaving their female companions behind. However, Adalyn had a feeling that she wouldn't have to worry about that with Scotty. She couldn't be completely sure of that notion, but she still wanted to believe it. He hasn't let her down yet, why would even begin to now?

Adalyn cried out, her body matching his as she tried to hold herself together, her smooth, moist skin sliding against his, causing more sensations to course through at the same time each movement brought her even closer to her final destination. Then she felt Scotty claim her lips and she kissed him back the best she could before he muttered something to her. His lips still danced seductively against her own, but the words 'let go' left him. Was he serious? She thought to herself as they continued to move together in sync. Then, Adalyn couldn't hold back any longer and she arced her body against Scotty's as she let her body reach that final, earth shattering climax. She let out a long, satisfied and passionate moan as she felt herself tighten around Scotty, letting him know that she reached her limit. She then let her body hit the bed, her body moist with sweat as she stared up at Scotty.

Her body was blissfully numb as she reached up, her hand brushing against Scotty's brow as she continued to ride it out with him. His happiness and pleasure mattered to her as well, even if she was finished. She took her moment to be satisfied, now she needed to help him get there. Due to the heightened sense of arousal for the both of them and the way things were moving, she was certain that he wouldn't be too far behind her. She matched him well as she pushed on his back, her hands gripping his bare flesh tightly. Despite having finished, the movements still caused her body to react. She was still sensitive after all.

[LT. CMDR. MONTGOMERY SCOTT]

He knew that the moment she reached the point where she could no longer keep herself from falling over that greatly sought-after point of no return, it wouldn't take him much longer to do the same. Something about the connection between them made him certain of that fact, as if they complimented each other so well already mentally that it would only be natural for them to do the same physically. He was focused enough on her, on making this right for her, and that single-minded focus he was so gifted with, that he might not have been able to let go of that, even in the interest of his own satisfaction, until he'd ensured that she was taken care of first. Well, it might have been physically possible, but the real passion behind it would have been gone.

And when that moment came, when he felt the change in the way she moved against him, the sudden urgency of her breath as he quickened the pace, he stopped fighting the overwhelming wave of pleasure that threatened to overcome him, letting his eyes slide shut in the intensity of the moment. He felt her tighten around him, and let out an involuntary sound of pleasure as she moaned, too, the room spinning around him as he pressed close to her. His heart pounded, blood pulsing in his ears, deafeningly loud, drowning out the sound of everything but her. Following the advice he had given her not a moment earlier, he let go, having accomplished his purpose. Focus faded from his eyes, the intense concentration on his features slipping away as he lost himself in the sensation of her, of her breath, the softness of her skin, the heat of the desire in her eyes.

There were a very few, select things that could evoke a reaction of this magnitude from the normally easy-going Scotsman, but at that moment, Adalyn became acquainted with one of them. He drew in deep, swift breaths of air, his lips slightly parted, eyes half-closed, and lowered his head beside hers, his eyelashes brushing against the skin of her cheek as he let out a low, desperate moan at the finish, his motions slowing finally as he felt the adrenaline-fueled energy begin to retreat from his limbs, until finally, the movement between them ceased for the first time since they'd begun this. He willed his arms to hold him up as he tried to catch his breath, finally rolling away from her to the side, staring upward at the ceiling as the pressure in his lungs subsided. He caught one of her hands in his, marveling at the way his hands, usually steady enough to perform the most delicate of tasks in engineering, shook now.

He wanted to speak, give her some indication of exactly how much he'd enjoyed the experience they'd just shared, but he still didn't trust his voice at this point, so he simply lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a line of kisses across her fingers as the two of them came down from the high they had created together. He wondered if she'd stay...he hoped she would. It might be a little bit of a mood-killer if she just hopped up, pulled on her clothes and left him there. He suddenly realized exactly how nice he thought it would be to wake up next to her, or better yet, to be awakened by her.