Okay so. I did not actually reblog the kiss prompt list but I was chatting with @queermccoy today and they requested "I really enjoyed it, by the way." + mayeddie so!! Here we are.
This is a VERY vague sort of Star Trek au because I've only seen a handful of next gen eps and the Chris Pine movies and of course the one about the whales. So if this isn't how things work sorry!!!!! It is for this.
"I really enjoyed it. By the way."
Eddie lifts his head up from his depression spiral to look back at May, and immediately knows it's a mistake. Her eyes are the clearest they've been in hours, but her hair is still mussed and she's slipped on Eddie's uniform shirt and there's a bright purple hickey on her neck. Eddie knows there's another one at the top of her breast and still more across her hip bone and thighs.
He's not usually a biter, or he wasn't with Shannon, but May had reacted so strongly every time he had that Eddie had sort of gotten...carried away. His eyes stick on the stark red of his Starfleet issued shirt against her skin. It's the same color as the uniform he sees her in everyday, but noticeably bigger on her. While he watches it slips, exposing her shoulder, and Eddie has to look away again.
"It's supposed to," he says, roughly. He doesn't mean to, but it's the only way he can keep himself in check right now. Pushing it all down and pretending the only thing left is coarse obedience, a discipline that kills.
May snorts, and Eddie has to grip his thigh until his knuckles whiten to keep from looking at her again. He's been spoiling himself lately, stealing a glance whenever she's focused on her work and Athena isn't around. He's been telling himself, lying to himself, that he could stop whenever he wanted.
And then, May locked him in medical and told him she had been exposed to alien spores and was exhibiting symptoms of Copulus Microgamephotype.
Before Eddie could say a word May had gone on, insisting she was still of clear enough mind to consent and stated that of anyone on board the ship, Eddie was the one she trusted most with this. The only one she trusted with this.
Eddie couldn't even argue she was saying this because he was the first person she had seen. May had lured him here with a message to his padd, telling him she needed his help with something. And of course, Eddie came, because he was a sucker.
He looks at the time, and is shocked to see only an hour and a half has passed. It feels like it should have been days, the way he disappeared inside of her. Eddie has been half convinced she had brought back some spores with her and infected him, a feedback loop they would never escape.
But of course, it was just May. Who needed alien spores when you had your own personal Copulus Microgamephotype living on the same ship as you?
Eddie misses the sound of bare feet padding across the cold, tiled floor, and jolts when he feels a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back from where he sits with his head in his hands. He barely has time to react to May being next to him before she's settling herself in his lap. Eddie has put on his boxers, but nothing else, and May, he realizes, is only wearing his shirt.
"Take my pulse," she orders, bringing one of his hands up to her neck, the other one hovering somewhere next to her waist. Eddie is still trying to figure what the rules are, now.
Dutifully, Eddie presses the pad of his fingers against the thrum of her pulse, tries to keep his own from climbing at the feel of her soft skin, at the look of his palm against her throat. Together they wait, and when a minute passes May raises her eyebrows in question.
"Slightly elevated," Eddie says, and May rolls her eyes. He tries to pull his hand away but she doesn't let him.
"Pupillary reaction?" she presses. Eddie holds up a finger from his free hand and moves it back and forth in front of her face.
"Equal and reactive," Eddie admits begrudgingly.
Eddie sighs. "Seriously?"
May's expression remains unwavering, and Eddie is pretty sure she would be crossing her arms if one hand wasn't linked with his, still pressed to her neck. Eddie narrows his eyes at her, but he only lasts a matter of seconds before giving in.
"Based on when you reported first coming into contact with the plant and how far you were from the ship..." He pauses, doing some quick math. "Give or take four hours."
"And what's the approximate infection time for a case like this?" May is being absolutely ruthless, right now, but despite his misgivings Eddie wouldn't have her any other way.
"Minor inhalation of the pollen with no physical contact, air filtering mask used 15 minutes after the toxin was ingested, 90 minutes of rigorous...activity...to work out the negative affects from the body..." Eddie sighs again, running his hand through his hair. "Any symptoms of the exposure are minimal or non-existent after three to four hours." He looks up at May, smirking down at him, and tries valiantly not to think about her pussy being pressed against his dick, only his thin boxers between them. "Are you happy now?" he says bitchily.
May's smirk only grows. "Yes," she says, all cheek. "Because now when I do this, you'll know it's because I really want to."
Eddie opens his mouth to ask what she means, but before he can get any words out, May's mouth is pressed to his. He moans, helpless, the feel of it just as good as before. Better, actually, now that he's not worried about May dying and May isn't out of her mind horny from the sex pollen. It's softer, slower, lips breaking apart only to meld together again.
May pulls back, and Eddie instinctively tightens his hold on her throat to keep her from going too far.
"Next time," she says, and Eddie has to work to keep his heart from flying out of his chest and settling inside May's ribcage. "We're doing this on an actual bed."
"As long as Athena doesn't kill me first," Eddie jokes, just to hear May laugh.
"Let me worry about my mom. You should be worried about what I am going to do if you don't keep kissing me right now."
Helpless, Eddie closes the scant space between them, and does as he's told. Whatever reaction Athena has is worth it, if it means keeping May in his arms like this.
