<swish> <stomp> <crash> "Computer, beer. Now."
[obliging beep] <deep drinking>
"And now a scotch. Straight up."
"Is something the matter, Paris?"
<glare> "NO." <deep drinking> <wiping mouth> "Computer, *more*."
"My love for you only extends so far, you know. If you're planning on drinking yourself into a stupor in my quarters, you'll have to use your own rations."
<sitting down on couch> "Or at least get me a drink too."
<reluctant smile> <hands over the second scotch>
<sipping> "Thanks. Bad day?"
<flops on couch beside lover and buries face in warm lap> <muffled sigh> "I'm not going back there, Harry."
<stroking blond hair> <sympathetic noises>
<rolling over and staring up into dark, soft eyes> "Can you call the doctor and say I'm too sick to be in sickbay tomorrow?"
<pitiful whine> "He spent *one hundred and fifty-two minutes* lecturing me on eight billion retrospective regenerative instruments and their myriad of boring fucking subtle *fucking* differences..."
<beginning slow scalp massage> "My poor baby."
"Which I don't want, need, or care to know because I'm supposed to be a fucking *field* medic..."
<loosening lover's collar and working fingers inside to stroke neck>
<greedy squirm> "And *then* I had to scan and sterilise every fucking medical storage unit on the fucking ship, which can be done automatically, Harry; *automatically* do you hear?!"
<unzipping uniform and manouveuring it off tense shoulders> <murmuring as nuzzling bared skin> "I hear you, babe."
<arching into the touch> "And when I entered an official complaint into the log, do you know what that artificially arrogant fucking piece of bald holomatter said to me?"
<sliding hand down inside uniform to toy with lover's soft cock> <detaching lips from a nipple> "What did he say?"
<shoving uniform down from hips to provide better access to growing erection> "He said... *oh*... that I was - mmmmm - I was a..."
<one hand closing around arousal, other slipping between thighs> <dragging open mouth through chest hair and briefly tongue-fucking navel> "You were what, lover?"
<letting hand rest on soft black hair> <head thrown back> <sweat appearing on chest and forehead> "I was a lazy, good for *OHHH*... a good for nothing, ahhh! lazy..."
<lush lips close gently around cockhead> "Hmmmm...?"
<squirming with tingly vibrations> <panting for breath> "ummm... *unghh* lazy..."
<screech> <bucking into tight, wet, heat>
"Oh god, oh god... *UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH*!!!!!!!!"
<closed eyes> <sated sigh> "Mmmmmmm...."
<soft kiss> "How was your day, Tom?"
<snuggle> <contented mumble> "Wonderful, thanks..."