We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
[Gaila had been looking for Jim but this is way more interesting. Like, way. She's just gonna stand here and smile prettily until he notices that she's there. No need to interrupt when he's in the middle of getting himself off after all. That would be frightfully rude.]
[Awww. Show's over? Gaila pouts but averts her eyes as he asks her to.]
Sorry Doctor Bones [A nickname she had picked up from Jim.] I didn't mean to interrupt your selfpleasure. I can turn around while you finish if you want. [This is just completely normal to Gaila, nothing wrong with a bit of selflove. But maybe she's making him feel shy by watching.]
[Is it getting hot in here? McCoy rubs the back of his neck unconsciously, feeling sweat starting to bead at his forehead. He tugs at the blankets again.]
[He is making this way too much fun for her. But she can't let her fun get away too easily so, hope you enjoy a very curvy Orion sitting on your pillow Leonard.]
Yeah, but y'see, this pillow is more comfortable, sweetie. And Jim's is all nasty. He drools. It's gross.
Now, why are you bothering with that silly pillow? It's only gonna be rubbing up against you in a bad way. [She lifts up and leans forward so that she's hovering above him, red curls making a curtain around their faces.] Get rid of it.
[She leans in a little closer, lips barely a centimetre away from his, mainly so that he can get a good lungful of her pheromones. It does take a concentrated effort however not to giggle at his shirt. Gaila when she lets herself slip into her old slavegirl tricks is something to behold, this woman is a lifetime away from the giggling bubbly and sometimes wilfully naive girl that most of the academy is used to. She's powerful, inherently sensual and darkly tempting. And most of all, she's entirely in control.
She strokes a finger down his chest.]
You have two options here, Leonard, you can do it, or I can. [She does hope she's not going to have to explain what it is.]
[Just to show him what a good answer it was she leans in to kiss him deeply feeling confident that she has him under her influence by now. Never one to draw things out that don't have to be her hand slips further down, gripping him from outside of his boxers first before slipping her hand into them and curling her fingers around his length and with very little further ado proceeding to start moving her hand up and down.]
[Under different circumstances, McCoy might have been able to fight it. But he'd been caught in flagrante, and his mind was - well - elsewhere.
It was definitely elsewhere now, as he kisses Gaila back with heat, his lips parting, tongue pushing into her mouth. His hips lift into her hand, rocking against it, trying to get some friction.]
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Gaila, what the fuck - why are you - what - stop looking!
[He's gathering all of the comforters and piling them onto his crotch, glaring at her.]
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Sorry Doctor Bones [A nickname she had picked up from Jim.] I didn't mean to interrupt your selfpleasure. I can turn around while you finish if you want. [This is just completely normal to Gaila, nothing wrong with a bit of selflove. But maybe she's making him feel shy by watching.]
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Speaking of, he's not here, if you were looking for him.
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If nothing's happening you won't mind if I wait for him here. Right?
[So excuse her while she positively bounces in, door sliding closed behind her and sits on the end of your bed McCoy.]
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And why do you have to sit on my bed while you wait? You're probably not gonna catch anything from Jim's.
[Also, those pheromones are really distracting. They're not helping the, uh, situation.]
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The ridiculously short skirt probably ain't helping either to be fair.
Gaila rolls her eyes.]
Oh please, Sweetie. If anyone knows the ungodly things that've happened in Jim's bed and what I very might well catch from sleeping in there, it's me.
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We have a chair, too.
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Yeah but the chair's all hard and uncomfortable. [Deliberate word choice there? You betcha.]
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You could - put a pillow on it.
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I would but you're currently using it to cover your penis.
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[Case in point: Jim's. McCoy points to it.]
There is not only one pillow in the world!
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[Gaila's making walky fingers down his arms and toward his pillow.]
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Yeah, but y'see, this pillow is more comfortable, sweetie. And Jim's is all nasty. He drools. It's gross.
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I -
[talking is hard. and it's not the only thing.]
...you smell nice.
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Now I'mma need you to shut up and listen for me now, sweetie, can you do that?
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[He's breathing markedly heavier now, his skin flushing.]
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Now, why are you bothering with that silly pillow? It's only gonna be rubbing up against you in a bad way. [She lifts up and leans forward so that she's hovering above him, red curls making a curtain around their faces.] Get rid of it.
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[He pushes the pillow aside, leaving him in just his "I ♥ Starfleet Medical" shirt and boxers, clearly hard, watching her intently.]
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[She leans in a little closer, lips barely a centimetre away from his, mainly so that he can get a good lungful of her pheromones. It does take a concentrated effort however not to giggle at his shirt. Gaila when she lets herself slip into her old slavegirl tricks is something to behold, this woman is a lifetime away from the giggling bubbly and sometimes wilfully naive girl that most of the academy is used to. She's powerful, inherently sensual and darkly tempting. And most of all, she's entirely in control.
She strokes a finger down his chest.]
You have two options here, Leonard, you can do it, or I can. [She does hope she's not going to have to explain what it is.]
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It's exquisite.]
I want you to do it.
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[Just to show him what a good answer it was she leans in to kiss him deeply feeling confident that she has him under her influence by now. Never one to draw things out that don't have to be her hand slips further down, gripping him from outside of his boxers first before slipping her hand into them and curling her fingers around his length and with very little further ado proceeding to start moving her hand up and down.]
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It was definitely elsewhere now, as he kisses Gaila back with heat, his lips parting, tongue pushing into her mouth. His hips lift into her hand, rocking against it, trying to get some friction.]
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