heather miller (heathermiller) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-08-05 19:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, agent york, heather miller |
Who: Agent York and Heather Miller
What: Random Encounter
When: Late June
Where: Bar, and then to Heather's place
Rating/Warnings: Mature/Cursing, alcohol consumption and sexy times ahead.
Status: Complete upon posting
It wasn't often that Heather went out for drinks. She had to be up early every day, go into work and work with heavy machinery. That combined with a hangover didn't bode well for her fingers, so she tended to only drink a little while she was at home. It was, however, a nice Saturday night and she wasn't planning on going into work the next day.
She tossed back her second shot of whiskey, wincing slightly at the burn as it made her way down her throat. Placing the shot glass back down on the counter of the bar, she motioned to the bartender for another and ordered herself a beer.
It was just one of those nights where she wanted to let her hair down, and not worry about anything except getting a little drunk. Okay, a lot drunk.
Things had been really, really weird since James had arrived at his brother's house. Being back in the states was difficult, especially considering his injury. Even after his recovery and the therapy he was going to twice a week, he was having trouble with his vision. So, that meant no driving. He had to find places to go and things to do that were within walking distance of his brother's sofa.
That meant... bar. It was only a fifteen minute walk from the house. James was still getting used to the looks and the stares, eyes flicking to the slight disfiguration over his left eye, the glossy whiteness over his pupil. The chemical burn had taken most of his vision and left him with thankfully minimal scarring, but it hadn't affected his easy-going nature, or the smile on his face as he joked with the bartender. He'd only been in town a couple of weeks, and he was already making friends.
Speaking of friends, he glanced over at the girl who was sitting down on the other end of the bar. She'd been alone for a while, so James pulled himself up from the bar and wandered over toward her. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought I saw you winking at me." He said, breaking into a smile. "Little hard to see after the accident."
Heather raised a brow at the man as he made his way over to her. She couldn't help but chuckle before she tossed her shot back and again placed her glass on the bar top. "Well, had I been focusing on anything other than the bottom of my glass? I would've winked." Part of Heather wanted to ask what had happened, but it seemed inappropriate considering she'd just met the guy. He was cute, and Heather never minded a cute guy talking to her while she was at the bar unless, of course, he turned out to be a creep.
Extending a hand, Heather offered him a smile. "Heather Miller." She introduced herself with a small nod of her head in his direction.
“James Duggan,” James said as he slipped his hand into hers. James had large, warm, slightly rough hands--the hands of a man who’d spent a lot of his time working with them, but also knew how to be gentle. He gave hers a shake and a squeeze, then released it. “I’m not interrupting anything am I? Other than your making googley eyes with the bottom of your glass?” He had a jovial, happy nature about him, though his energy was calm and good-natured. His smile was easy and careless as he leaned against the bar and sipped again from his own glass.
"Nice to meet you, James." She replied with a small half smile and nod of her head. Heather appreciated a good, firm handshake, and she figured that had a lot to do with where she was from. She chuckled, "Nope, nothing at all, although my glass and I were having a moment, just so you know." She teased, the shot glass still sitting there on the counter as she took another pull from her bottle. Placing the beer back down, Heather licked her lips and moved her hand away from the glass bottle to keep the beer from warming up with her own body temperature.
"So, James, how long you been in the OC?" She asked, one dark brow quirking up slightly.
“And you, too, Heather.” Even though half his forehead was littered with pale scars from the chemical burn, and his left eye was white and dysfunctional, he still had a winning smile. This was a man who was not destroyed when he was injured. This was a man who kept his optimism, even when he'd lost almost everything else.
“Oh, a few weeks now? It was out of the frying pan into the fire. How was I to know Orange County was so crazy?” He lifted his drink for a sip. “Is it obvious how new I am to the area?”
She shook her head, "No, it's not. I'm not originally from here, so I always think it's interesting to see how people view the place and how long they've been here." Heather was always interested in hearing about people's life experiences, and she rather enjoyed hearing about their dream experiences too.
"As for as crazy as Orange County goes? Well," she lifted her beer in his direction, "I don't think any of us had any idea when we moved out here, or joined the network." She took a sip of her beer after her fake salute and then sat it back down. "Still it makes life interesting at the very least." She was still waiting on her last few, at least she hoped they were her last few dreams, to start so she could find out what happened. Heather was hopeful that she survived, but if she didn't? Well she hoped she didn't die out here in the real world.
“Yeah, I keep hearing about this network… someone’s gonna have to write it down for me.” James said, then lifted his glass. He was planning on getting tipsy tonight, enjoying himself, letting loose. After movie props gone bad he figured he deserved a bit of a night off. And he had a beautiful woman to talk to, so he was pleased with that.
“Interesting is far better than bored, I’ll give you that.” He toasted, then sipped again before setting his glass back down on the bar. “So, Heather, what do you do?” Small talk was the way to go tonight. He wanted to keep things light, get to know her, have a few more drinks. Other than that? There were no plans.
"Valarnet." Heather replied, taking another sip of her beer. "Pretty easy to find once you have the name." She lifted a shoulder, and then polished off the rest of her beer. She was going to enjoy her night as well, regardless of what anyone thought. She was, well, there were things going on with her dreams and her real life that made her want to drown her sorrows.
Tomorrow she'd be back to normal, but for tonight? She wanted to forget and she was pleased that she had good looking company too. "True enough. It might get more interesting if you join the network." She gave another nod to the bartender, and he slid her another beer. "I'm a butcher." She replied with a smile over at James, "I own Miller's Meats. Been here for four going on five years now." If her math was correct that's how long she'd been in the OC, but her brain was starting to feel a bit fuzzy. "What do you do, James?"
Thankfully he wasn’t sipping when she said what she did for a living. His eyebrows rose almost comically (moreso on the undamaged side of his face than the other) and he gaped at her. But only for a moment--because he quickly regained control of his expression after the surprise. “You're a butcher? That’s… a unique profession.” He supposed there had to still be butchers out there somewhere chopping up meat to ship to supermarkets and restaurants or something, but like so many Americans, he didn’t think all that much about where his food came from.
“At the moment? Nothing. Up until a couple months ago I was in the Marines.” He said, and leaned back against the bar. It was spoken without much emotion attached. There were a lot of emotions there, he just kept them in check at the moment.
Chuckling Heather gave a small sideways inclination of her head, "That it is." She'd had that sort of reaction from someone before, there weren't many women that were butchers after all, but Heather loved what she did. She'd never really wanted to be anything else, so for her, being able to do what she did was a dream come true. "As strange as it might sound, it's all I've ever wanted to do." Heather figured she might as well be honest about it, and besides it wasn't as if she was ashamed of her profession.
"Ahh," she gave a small nod, "well, I'd say you probably deserve to have a bit of nothing in your life." She had the utmost respect for men that wanted to serve their country, and were good guys. So far James hadn't given her a reason to think that he was anything but a good guy. "Where did you live before coming to California?"
It wasn’t as if James was assuming things about Heather. He was impressed, actually, at how proud she was of what she did. He was proud, too, before the accident. He was still proud, actually, but he wasn’t that guy anymore. Heather was a very nice distraction. He found himself leaning in, smiling, making eye contact.
“It isn’t exactly nothing by choice.” He motioned to his eye, the acid burns on the upper, left quarter of his face. James didn’t seek pity from other people, or try to give it to himself. It was just something that happened, something that changed him… not necessarily for the worse. He had to learn to live with it.
“Midwest. Though, I signed up so young it feels like that’s been my whole adult life.” Once the words were out of his mouth, he realized how true they were. He really didn’t know what else he was if he wasn’t in the Marines. This should be a good time to learn, he supposed, though he was stubbornly dragging his feet.
Heather let her eyes roam over his face for a moment, "Oh that? I didn't even notice." She gave him a wink, and then shook her head. "I get it though. Maybe you'll be able to find something to do to keep yourself from getting too bored around here." Of course, it was rather unlikely that anyone would be bored in the OC.
Canting her head, Heather nodded. "I see." She could understand on some level about work consuming you. Granted, she'd never been in the military but she did work quite a lot these days to distract herself from everything else going on in her life. "I'm from Texas myself. Moved out here to start my business, and while I do miss my parents sometimes I didn't really look back." She couldn't, not after the breakup with her long term boyfriend and everything that had come out after the fact.
“So far this place is far from boring. I got to battle evil robots and have a drink with a beautiful woman, all within a couple of days.” He said, giving her a very charming smile. James may have been a bit wonky in the eye region, but his smile was untouched and dashing as ever. And his eyes--his good eye, mostly, but his bad eye, too--were all for Heather.
Then he nodded. “Texas. My most recent CO was--” but he stopped himself from finishing that thought. It wasn’t necessary. That was in the past. “Nevermind. Do you go home to visit them?” He asked, then lifted his beer for a sip.
Suddenly, the dim lights in the bar went down even further, and a spotlight shone on the stage. The music went way up, and a voice came over the sound system announcing that they were taking sign-ups for Karaoke. It was ridiculously loud, and the bar was rapidly filling with people.
"Well, I call that all a win then." Heather replied with a small smile, and tip of her beer in his direction. As he spoke of his former CO, Heather couldn't help but wonder what had happened there, but it really wasn't her place to ask. She'd just met the guy, and well it wasn't her place to ask.
"I do go home sometimes. Not as often as my mom would probably like, but what can you do? I have a business to run, and it's not as if they can't come out here." She loved her parents, but they were not exactly too sure about coming out to see her. Maybe one day she'd talk them into it.
As the bar got more noisy, Heather pulled a face. She didn't have issues with Karaoke, and had, on more than one occasion, participated in it. Tonight, however, she was not in the mood for it. Finishing off her beer, she glanced over at James, "You want to get out of here, or would you rather listen to someone do a horrible rendition of 'I Will Survive'?"
James was about to reply, but the lights went down, the place grew more noisy. He frowned a little, and his attention came back over to Heather. “I’d love to get out of here. No one in this room deserves to hear my singing voice.” He gave her a little smile, then drew his wallet to leave some cash on the bar for their drinks.
Then James stood and offered her his arm. “Where would you like to go?”
"I'm sure it's not that awful." She pushed back away from the bar, and as she stood she had to give herself a moment. She wasn't fall down drunk, but she was feeling great right now. Taking James's offered arm, she pursed her lips in thought. "We could go to my place. It's not too far from here." Heather glanced over at him as they stepped outside the bar, the noise dying down considerably and for that she was thankful.
It was chilly outside, which was nice. The cool air was sobering and made his skin feel alive. Or maybe that was the feel of his hand on her arm. When they were outside and it was cool, calm, and less noisy, he could think for a moment. James turned to look down at the beautiful woman beside him, and he smiled. “Back to your place? Why, Heather, what makes you think I’m that kind of girl?” He teased, but nodded. “Lead the way.”
Laughing, Heather lifted a shoulder. "I figured I'd take my chances to see if you were. I mean, I really liked my chances, but I was ready for rejection in the event that it happened." She teased right back, "Alright, sounds good to me." It was a pretty short walk from the bar to her apartment. Heather hadn't wanted to drive to a place knowing that she was planning on getting drunk, and well, there were options close to where she was at. It was a short walk up a couple flights of stairs before they were standing outside her door.
Removing her hand from James's arm, she reached into her pocket to pull her keys out. Thankfully she wasn't too drunk to get the key into the hole on the first try, and she opened up the door. "Welcome to my humble abode." She stated as she flipped on the light, "You want a beer, or something else?" She glanced over at him with a raised brow and a small smile on her lips.
James fell into step beside the beautiful woman on his arm, giving a soft chuckle. “I may not be that kind of girl,” he said, turning his attention to her, his eyes warm and inviting. “But I would be a complete idiot if I was to even consider rejecting you.” God, she was pretty. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world in this moment, following her into her apartment.
He stepped in and glanced around, not prying, but being politely curious. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.” He said, turning toward her. He was close enough to touch her arm, so he lifted a hand to touch her elbow. Gently.
Heather wasn't about to complain about the compliments being tossed her way. It'd been, well Jimmy was the last guy that had paid her that kind of attention. She often wondered about him, but what they'd had had been fun, and Heather had no complaints. She offered James a smile, and then canted her head to the side as he looked around.
Her apartment wasn't large, but it wasn't terribly small either. It was decorated in darker tones, and a lot of the artwork on the walls were things she'd done herself. Not that she'd tell many people that she did them, it was just a hobby that she'd began doing when she was a teen. To be quite honest Heather didn't want another beer, or anything to drink at that moment. Instead she turned her body toward his, tongue darting out to lick her lips. "I think I know exactly what I want, and it doesn't involve any drinking." Heather placed her hands on his chest, and raised herself up on the balls of her feet to press her lips against his.
This was moving really fast, York thought. But at the same time, he felt sure this was a good thing. They were both adults, neither of them was drunk to the point where they had to worry about consent, and both wanted this. It was obvious. James lifted a hand to her cheek as he kissed her back, lowering his other arm to wrap around her lower back.
No more beers, no more talking. At least, not while there was kissing to be done. Other things might follow, but for now? James was content to nibble his lips against hers, flick his tongue into her mouth, pull her body in tight against his.
Heather pressed her body against his, her hands going up one resting against the top of his shoulder, and the other wrapping around the back of his neck. Her lips kept working against his, tongue sliding against his.
It was nice to kiss him, Heather thought. It'd been awhile since she'd kissed anyone, or been intimate with anyone for that matter. She figured that whatever was going to happen was going to happen, and while she might've gone out just to get a little drunk she was glad with this turn of events. She tipped her head slightly, deepening the kiss. Her body felt warm all over, and it wasn't just from the alcohol. Heather broke the kiss after several moments, taking in a deep breath, and she licked her lips. "You want to move this party to the bedroom?" She asked, a brow raising in question.
Oh, God. It’d been far too long since James had done something like this. Before being assigned to Carolina’s squad, the pair of them had been together for a few months. It was the most intense relationship he’d ever had. But it ended when he was assigned as her XO. And then things fell apart. After Wash’s accident, James--York, at the time--wasn’t interested. He’d lost Wash and Carolina, and even his good-natured temperament could barely handle the blows.
But now he was a different guy. This was James the Civilian, kissing a beautiful girl and feeling stirrings he hadn’t felt in a while. Hopefully he wasn’t too rusty at this stuff. Because Heather seemed like she needed this just as much as he did. He nodded, a little breathlessly, and gave her a smile. “Yes, please.”
She kissed him quickly, a light smile dancing on the corners of her lips as her hands dropped down. Heather captured one of James's hands in hers, "Follow me." She turned, leading the way to her room. Heather hit one of the switches inside the bedroom, the bedside lamps turning on. Much like the rest of her house, the bedroom was decorated with darker tones and a few lighter accents. Her bed was a queen, she'd really spared no expense when it came to it, because a good bed made for a good night's sleep.
Or you know, for when company was over. Not that she had a lot of people over ever, she was too busy working, and not just anyone was allowed into her private space. Heather toed off her shoes, and then quickly pulled the tank top she'd been wearing off before tossing it into the floor. Going back over to James, she kissed him again, this time her hands working up and underneath the shirt he was wearing.
Oh, man. Part of the reason that James was so excited about this was that her bed looked amazing. He’d pretty much been sleeping on a sofa for the last few … weeks? Months? He’d lost track. But the fact that he had a beautiful woman stripping for him, kissing him, and putting her hands all over him? That blew the prospect of the bed out of the water. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her like a drowning man seeking oxygen. Reluctantly, James pulled back from the kiss, but then tossed his shirt up and over his head and aside. His dog tags remained around his neck, jingling a little and catching the light in a flash. Then his hands reached for her body again.
His skin was soft underneath the palms of her hands, and as his lips made contact with hers, Heather kissed him back just as passionately. She made a slight sound of protest as he pulled back, although she wasn't disappointed when he pulled off his shirt. Her hands skimmed over his bare stomach, and up his chest a light smile tugging up the corners of her lips before she captured his lips with hers again. Heather's hands dropped down to the waistband of his jeans, fingers hooking into his belt loops as she started tugging him toward her bed. When the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed, she moved her hands to undo his belt and then popped the button on his jeans.
It was all good in James’ book. He was drunk enough that this was all a big, swirly adventure, but not so drunk that he wasn’t going to be able to perform for her. He even had a condom in his wallet. Thank goodness. While she started on his pants, James’ hands went to her clothes, tugging her shirt up, tugging her pants free. His hands were a little sloppy as they unfastened buttons and worked down zippers. It’d been a while since he’d undressed someone else, and he was … well, a little excited. Then he gave up on the clothes and kissed her again, wanting to taste her.
His hands were everywhere, and Heather didn't mind it one little bit. The alcohol was starting to hit her a little harder, making her feel warmer all over than she already did thanks to his lips and hands on her. Heather kissed him back, one hand going up to cup the side of his face for just a moment. Her hand dropped suddenly, both going back behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra. Heather did break the kiss in order to shrug it off, and then she slid her pants down in one swift motion. With a smile, she moved to lay back on the bed, bare before him without any shame of the perfect circle with an S inside burn mark that marred her chest. It had been burned into her skin as an infant in the dreams, her mother had worn the Sawyer family necklace that all of the women in her family had worn. During the fire, however, it'd heated up and burned Heather as her mother had held her tightly to her chest.
That made things so much easier. James was quick to wrench off his own clothes and climb onto the bed. His mouth found her stomach, then kissed its way up to her breast while his hands took in every inch of her he could reach. It was playful and clumsy, his breath hot against her flesh. One hand moved down over her hip, then up inside her thigh, fingers fluttering against her skin until they reached their goal.
Her breath hitched as his lips and hands worked over her body, and then when his fingers found her core she let out a whining moan. Heather's hips rolled up, hands tangling into his hair, and short nails scraping lightly against his scalp. It was clear that she was ready for anything, hell, she hadn't felt this turned on in a long time. Still, Heather just enjoyed the feeling of his hands, and lips upon her hot skin, eyes fluttering closed while her hips rolled up gently into his touch.
James didn’t waste time. His fingers found her most sensitive spot and swirled against it. He gently dipped them inside her, exploring what made her gasp, what made her tense, what made her shiver. He suckled at her breast, flicking his tongue against her nipple under his lips. Every movement of her body made him more and more excited for this, the sensation of her warmth against him made him sigh. His finger began to pump against her, thumb swirling around her with each thrust.
Her fingers tightened their grip with each stroke of James's fingers. She let out a shuddering breath, hips rolling with each push. Warmth spread through her body, radiating downward to her core. Heather moaned softly, a line appearing between her brows as they furrowed. Heather could feel her orgasm building, her hips pumped up until they jerked upward in a quick succession. Her body tensed, muscles clenching tight around his invading fingers, and she let out a loud moan as she came. A light smile tugged up the corners of Heather's lips, she was definitely craving more. "I have condoms in my nightstand if you don't have one."
Damn. James thought he was a bit rusty, but maybe his enthusiasm paid off. He could feel her body tensing against him, and Jesus it made him want her so much more. He nodded, then climbed up her body to kiss her. When he nodded, his nose nudged against hers. “I have one.” He mumbled, then licked his own lips. “Just one second.”
He only pulled away from her for seconds to grab the condom from his wallet, open it, and roll it onto his hard length. Then he came back over to her on the bed and climbed above her. His mouth found hers again, his hips spread her thighs apart until he could position himself properly. He lifted his face once more to look into her eyes, silently asking for permission.
She kissed him back, an amused smile turning up the corners of her lips as his nose bumped against her. "One…" she counted, teasingly, although she stayed still until his weight was back on top of her. Heather willingly spread her legs for him as he settled in between them. The look in his eyes touched Heather, most guys would've wanted to get it in and not worry about anything else at that point.
Reaching up, Heather cupped his face with one hand and the other slipped down in between them. She lifted her head up, giving him a kiss as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Her hips shifted upward, and she guided him to her entrance before pulling her hand away. She let out a soft moan. "God, I want you all the way inside of me." She murmured against his lips, her breath ghosting across his skin.
James playfully rolled his eyes at her counting. He would have joked something about her not taking things so literally, but he had other matters at hand. Then he was on top of her again, and she was laying him, hiding him inside her. He slowly pushed forward, filling her to the hilt. He had to still for a moment, lest he lose his cool and end the party early.
A little chuckle escaped him. "Gimme a sec,” he breathed. “It's been a while.” But then he started to move against her as sensually as he could muster.
Her hand moved to rest on James's side, a moan parting her lips as he buried himself inside of her. It took everything in her to keep her hips still, and she offered him a smile. "No worries." She murmured back, "Take the time that you need." Heather was still adjusting to feeling him inside of her, it'd been awhile for her as well, and she knew she was tight.
When he began moving, Heather shifted to lift one leg to wrap around his hip. She rolled her hips up against his, keeping a rhythm with him as best as she could. It was always hard when having sex with a new partner, to learn how they moved, and how you needed to move against them.
She was amazing. Tight, hot, welcoming. His mouth found her neck as her hips pumped against him, slowly building power and speed. The longer he took, the better prepared he was for this. He could hold out, he knew. He wanted to last as long as he could for her. Of course, nothing this amazing ever lasted forever, and soon he felt his body tightening. She’d already released, he knew, he was due his turn. His brow furrowed and he started whimpering little gasps. A moment later, he gasped, his body stilling, as he was thrown over the edge.
She met him stroke for stroke, building up as he did. She whimpered softly as his pace increased. He was hitting all the right spots and she could feel another orgasm building the faster he pumped into her. "Oh fuck." She groaned out another orgasm rocking her body. It wasn't as intense as her first one, but it was another one nonetheless. She whimpered as he gasped and buried himself deep inside of her as he came. Heather reached up, running her fingers through James's hair with a lazy smile on her face. "For someone that said it's been awhile? That was pretty fucking amazing."
James chuckled softly against her skin. “I guess it’s like riding a bike.” He paused for a moment, realizing that might have sounded insensitive, or made him sound like a former slut, or worst of all, make her sound like a bike. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he mumbled, pressing kisses against her neck. “I just meant… God, that was so good. I don’t know what I meant.” Reluctantly, he pulled away from her, climbing off carefully so he wouldn’t make a mess with the condom and all that. It only took him a minute to go clean up and come back to the bed.
Laughing, Heather shook her head. "I understand what you mean." She didn't believe that he was calling her the town bike or anything of that nature. "It's fine. Don't worry." Cool air hit her skin causing goosebumps to rise on her flesh as he got off of her. Reaching up, Heather ran her fingers through her hair and let out a sigh before she pushed herself up. Pulling down the covers, she slid underneath them without bothering to put anything on. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she smiled. "You're welcome to stay if you want. I won't kick you out, or even kick in my sleep." At least, she was hopeful that no dreams would find her tonight.
James made himself at home a little, finding the bathroom and the toilet paper, cleaning up after himself--themselves--and then came back in. He wasn’t afraid to walk around naked in front of her. Especially not after that amazing encounter. And he grinned when she said he could stay. He moved to the bed, pulled back the blankets just enough to climb in, and slipped beside her between the sheets. “I’ve never been accused of stealing covers,” he offered up his arms, hoping she’d come and cuddle up against him. It would be nice.
"Good, then I just might have to punt you out of the bed if you were a cover hog." Heather teased with a grin and a wink. As he offered up his arms, Heather scooted over to him, snuggling down as she wrapped one arm around his chest. With the alcohol in her system, and the workout she'd just had, she felt her eyes getting heavier with each passing moment. "Good night." She murmured, breathing him in deeply before sleep finally took her over.