"Okay. Thanks Bones. What... would I do... without..." his eyes dropped, the head subsiding into a dull ache as the sedative did its work. He flopped back onto the bed, breathing, though still in a slight, panting sort of way. Dreaming he might be, but his heat was not dismissed by any means.
As it was, he couldn't even remember his dreams. But from the state of his underwear and pants when he woke up, they had been of the carnal variety. Soaked. Front and back. He could smell his own slick. At least his heat didn't come raging back to life first thing, his head clearing as the sedative was finally parsed. Groaning, he managed to slide out of his clothing and dump it to send to the laundry service, hoping no one asked to many questions. Which if he thought about it he shouldn't have sent it down, but his mind was still hazy from the drugs as he stumbled to the sans shower to try and clean himself up.
He cursed as he smacked his head against something - damn the sedative was stronger than he had thought. Shaking his head, he let the sans shower do his work, taking a look in the mirror when he was done. Wow, who knew he could flush that much? Which did not help matters when it came to his heat. Fuck. He could feel it rising again as the sedative drained, his body trembling again.
No. No come on, why was it this bad? Anxiety mounting, he stumbled to his desk, tapping at the screen for Bones' private call number.
"Bones. My quarters. Now please," he managed to hold it professionally together before practically running to his bed to try and curl up in cool sheets.
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As it was, he couldn't even remember his dreams. But from the state of his underwear and pants when he woke up, they had been of the carnal variety. Soaked. Front and back. He could smell his own slick. At least his heat didn't come raging back to life first thing, his head clearing as the sedative was finally parsed. Groaning, he managed to slide out of his clothing and dump it to send to the laundry service, hoping no one asked to many questions. Which if he thought about it he shouldn't have sent it down, but his mind was still hazy from the drugs as he stumbled to the sans shower to try and clean himself up.
He cursed as he smacked his head against something - damn the sedative was stronger than he had thought. Shaking his head, he let the sans shower do his work, taking a look in the mirror when he was done. Wow, who knew he could flush that much? Which did not help matters when it came to his heat. Fuck. He could feel it rising again as the sedative drained, his body trembling again.
No. No come on, why was it this bad? Anxiety mounting, he stumbled to his desk, tapping at the screen for Bones' private call number.
"Bones. My quarters. Now please," he managed to hold it professionally together before practically running to his bed to try and curl up in cool sheets.