A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-06-23 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, james kirk, miranda lawson |
Computer, play some classical.
Who: Kirk and Miranda
What: Talking and other things on the Enterprise
When: recent
Where: The Enterprise
Status: Complete
Rating: R for those other things
“You look like you need a drink,” Jim said. They were in one of the lounges on the Enterprise, the sun a distant pinprick and Pluto’s icy surface floating serenely beneath them.
Somehow it had felt right. It certainly fit his own moon, and the mood was romantic, if Miranda was in the mood for that.
There was just something tranquil about space that Miranda rather loved. Sometimes she felt restless being stuck on Earth when she dreamt of traveling to all the corners of the galaxy. She was also rather certain Shepard felt the same way she did about that. And probably Kirk as well.
“A drink wouldn’t hurt,” she responded with a smile, having settled herself onto a chair and crossed her legs. She was perhaps a little on the tense side given everything with her father and Oriana, but she was determined to try and relax a bit and see where things went here.
It would take months to travel from Earth to the edges of where the Federation was. Days to even just reach Vulcan. But Kirk sometimes thought about it. It would just be pretty lonely by himself.
He nodded, pouring her something green and bringing it over. “A drink, and probably a massage. At least it’s peaceful up here.”
“It is, I do love it up here,” she responded, reaching out to take the drink. “I dream of traveling the galaxy. Sometimes I get restless being stuck on Earth. It would be nice to just travel the stars for a while.” Miranda couldn’t steal the Normandy, but she didn’t think Shepard would mind taking a jog around the galaxy if she asked.
“So, what’s this drink?” She asked curiously. It almost looked like absinthe, but she doubted Kirk would offer her that kind of drink. “As for that massage, are you good with your hands?” She asked with a little glint in her eyes.
“Saurian Brandy,” Kirk said,though that didn’t really answer the question. “If I really wanted you on your ass I’d pour you some Romulan Ale, but I’d like you coherent.”
He stepped behind her, and ran his hands across her shoulders.
Miranda laughed a bit. “Then we are on the same page because I prefer being coherent.” No one needed to see her on her ass. Except she knew pretty much everyone she knew would find it absolutely hilarious, record it and use it for blackmail. Which was why she preferred to not get drunk to that level.
Feeling his hands on her shoulders, Miranda took a sip of the drink and settled herself. She was certainly tense, and she could use some stress relief.
Kirk would probably not record it. Probably. He hummed to himself as he started to work at her shoulders, pushing his thumbs into her back and rolling them hard against a particularly hard pair of knots.
Probably was better than definitely, which is what Shepard and Oriana would do. Possibly Isabela. When he pushed his thumbs against her back and worked on the knots, she groaned, shifting under his touch a bit. “Oh, that feels good,” she said, closing her eyes. Sure it hurt, but it was the kind of hurt that would feel so much better later.
“That’s the idea,” Jim grinned, leaning in to blow in her ear while his hands did a few wonderful things to Miranda’s shoulder blades, and then the small of her back. “Christ, Miranda, you’re made of rope right now.”
She shivered when he blew into her ear. And of course she groaned and arched into his touch as his hands did those wonderful things to her. “Then perhaps you should unknot me,” she practically purred. And if he continued to use his hands like that? She’d do pretty much whatever he wanted.
Yeah, she even moved like a stripper at moments like these, and he might have been a little ashamed at the thought, since he did value her mind as much as the rest of her. “I can replicate some rope, if you’re into that sort of thing.”
A bit of a smirk crossed her face and she glanced up at Jim. “Well now, aren’t you the kinky one?” It was more a statement than a question. “A little bondage can definitely be hot.” She could also go for sense deprivation, mostly of the blindfold variety.
“Any other requests,” Jim asked, his hands inching down Miranda’s back. He danced his fingers where her shirt met her waist band, and then slowly started to pull it up. “I do love fulfilling requests.”
When he started to slowly pull her shirt up, she leaned forward a little, letting him pull it up easier. “I have to say, I would be most disappointed if we didn’t put my flexibility to good use,” she commented. And given Jim had been to Afterlife and seen Miranda dance, he was well aware that she was flexible.
She was very flexible, he was aware and he’d been dying to see it up close. Tossing her shirt aside, he smiled, “It was so tempting to try to get a lap dance from you. But that felt like cheating.”
Miranda smirked, turning and looking up at him. “Now why would that feel like cheating? I wouldn’t be against it.” After all, Miranda had given Isabela a lap dance or two when she’d been at Afterlife. She’d certainly give Jim one.
“Because then I couldn’t give you a lap dance in return,” Jim pointed out innocently. His eyes roamed across her chest, and he smirked. “I hear I’m pretty good.”
“Oh, really? Well, I certainly would like to see your lap dance skills,” she responded, a gleam in her eyes. It would be interesting to be on the receiving end of a lap dance for once.
Briefly, he was tempted to trade her a lap dance here for her to give him one in the command chair, but that felt somehow… like he’d be wronging the Enterprise that way.
“I could be convinced of a trade.” Jim leaned forward, hands on either side of Miranda’s shoulders.
“I am open to a trade. What do you wish in return?” She asked, more than happy to make a trade on the matter. After all, she was a firm believer that everyone should come out happy in these situations.
“Mm, what do you have to offer?” Jim asked her. He slid to his knees in front of her, rubbing his hands up her legs and her thighs. Honestly, he felt that one of the better places for a man was on his knees in front of a woman.
She gazed at him, her typically icy blue eyes now seemed to burn with fire. “Well, I could offer you a lap dance. Or a pole dance if you have such a pole.” Miranda could happily do either. She would’ve suggested a striptease, but considering she was already shirtless, that wouldn’t have the same effect.
Oh, that was a good look on her. Jim flashed her a smile, hands sliding up her stomach to her chest. “What about making it a surprise?”
She shivered a bit, feeling his hands on her skin. “I can certainly do a surprise,” she responded, pressing into his touch. Miranda reached out and brushed her fingers through his hair. She had to say, she did like the sight of a man on his knees in front of her like this.
Grinning, Jim leaned in and kissed Miranda’s stomach. Oh he had ideas on making Miranda an absolute snack. And he was tempted to get started on that. But first, he did have to do his Magic Mike act.
“Computer, play some classical.”
The Beastie Boys came on, and Jim laughed, “Can we get something with more bass.”
Something else came on and he nodded, “That’s better.”
Another shiver ran through her when Jim kissed her stomach like that. She almost burst out laughing when the Beastie Boys started playing, but she managed to hold her tongue. Instead, she was waiting to see Jim’s skills in action. And she was rather excited about it. It had been quite a while since she’d last gotten a lap dance, so this was going to be a treat.
Jim liked to think he wasn’t half bad, and he went full ham as he danced around and stripped for Miranda. He tossed his shirt at her head and had absolutely no shame when he danced in close to her.
There was a smile on her face as she watched him move. She caught his shirt before it actually hit her head. Miranda also liked the boldness and lack of shame when he danced close to her. That was something that made for a good dancer.
Good dancers didn’t generally lean in and kiss their dancee, but that’s what Jim did, while taking her hands and putting them on his impressive abs and chest. “I went to the hands on school of dance.”
No they didn’t, but considering this was a private show, Miranda indulged. She kissed him back, letting her hands roam his impressive abs and chest. She did like men with some muscle to them. “That is an excellent school of dance to go to as far as private shows are concerned,” she commented.
“I save my private shows for people who really, absolutely deserve them,” Jim promised. He was on his knees again, and leaned forward to kiss Miranda’s perfectly toned stomach. “And you absolutely deserve it.”
She smirked, running her fingers through his hair again when he got back on his knees. “Thank you. It has been quite a while since I have received a dance. It is a welcome treat.” After all, given that she worked in a strip club, she didn’t want to spend her free time attending a strip club.
Jim laughed, then started to unbutton Miranda’s pants, slowly and teasingly, as if they had all the time in the world. He wondered if he could equip the Enterprise with a holodeck. It was a thought, though why it occurred to him right now? He just filed it away.
There was a hot, blindingly intelligent woman that he needed to eat out, after all.
The way he unbuttoned her pants slowly and teasingly was hot. She licked her lips, shifting her hips when he got far enough to start pulling her pants down. Miranda shivered in anticipation of where this was going.
He slid her pants down and off, taking her panties with them. His expression lit up as he took in the full extent of her beauty. “Well hello there, gorgeous. Pretty package for a sexy brain.”
She smirked at his compliment. “Why thank you. I do like a body that matches my brain,” she responded. Now that she was free of her pants, she did spread her legs open a bit more, giving Jim a better look at her.
Sliding his fingers along her inner thighs, Jim glanced up at her. He grasped her hips, pulling them forward, then leaned in and left playful bites all along Miranda’s skin.
She locked eyes with him, groaning in anticipation as he pulled her hips forward. Miranda then groaned a bit at the playful bites, the muscles quivering under the skin. “Mm,” she hummed.
“Mm?” He made a questioning sound as he decided to be a little maddening, his teeth and mouth never quite centering between Miranda’s legs, except for quick flicks of his tongue when he switched thighs.
She groaned again at the use of his teeth, though as he never quite centered between her legs, she couldn’t help but to whine a bit. He was being maddening, but it was only adding to the experience. Even though she slid a hand to the back of his head and attempted to bring him to the center between her legs.
The whining, the whining was good and after a little bit more of that Jim pulled her hips closer again and slowly ran his tongue up Miranda’s center, ending at her clit and teasing it.
She let out a loud moan at the feel of his tongue between her legs, her fingers twisting into his hair. At least this time she was completely sober and not engaging in sex with someone that exacerbated her daddy issues. And, well, she definitely needed this.
They were a lot closer in age, but Jim wasn’t going to think of anyone else while he gave Miranda the tongue lashing she deserved. He slid his hand in, exploring her with his finger while his tongue moved in circles and drank in the taste of her.
Miranda moaned louder, her back arching and her hips rolled against Jim’s face. “Oh god,” she groaned out. That definitely felt good, and she didn’t want him to stop. She pulled his head a bit closer to her, encouraging him.
He damn near did stop, almost pulling his head back to make a comment to that effect, but her nails in his scalp was more than enough encouragement to keep going. This was, without a doubt, his favorite thing to do to a woman, and he pulled out every trick he knew.
Miranda squirmed a bit, her hips rolling against him as he pulled out all of his tricks. And damn if she didn’t love it. She moaned again, keeping her nails in his scalp. She definitely wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.
It really came down to if he had enough stamina to finish her off before his jaw fell off, but considering Jim made every attempt to make this a multi-orgasmic experience, he may very well have been trying to get Miranda to beg for mercy.
Miranda was nearly at her first orgasm. And, well, only time would tell if she’d beg for mercy. Right now, she was just enjoying herself. “Oh fuck, almost,” she groaned out.
Jim hooked his finger, rubbing it against Miranda’s g-spot, lifting his eyes to make eye-contact with her as he did so. If his mouth wasn’t so busy, he might have had a clever comment for her.
She gazed back at him, moaning again as he hit her spot. And that was about all it took as her orgasm washed over her, and she moaned loudly. Her nails briefly dug into scalp before she loosened her hold on his hair.
With a barely muffled yes, Jim dragged his finger again, and again, though he leaned his cheek on her thigh, “You know, if I bent you over this chair you’d have an amazing view out that window.”
She groaned as he dragged his finger like that. And she couldn’t help but to smirk at his comment. “Why not bend me over it? I am flexible, after all,” she reminded him.
Giving her a heated look, Jim withdrew his he and slid up her body in a move that would probably impress even Aria, before giving her a hungry kiss. “Who am I to deny you.”
She returned the hungry kiss, adding heat into it. Her hands trailed over his skin, caressing it. “I can be a very difficult person to deny,” she responded with a knowing smirk.
“I have stared enough at your ass that I’m unable to disagree.” Grinning brightly, he pulled away, then suddenly grabbed Miranda’s hips and flipped her around.
“Did you know, if you stared out space long enough you’re likely to go mad?”
She returned the grin, chuckling a bit as she was flipped over. She braced her arms on the back of the chair and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she glanced back at him before looking out the window.
“I have heard that, but have yet to experience it.”
“So I wonder what happens when you’re staring out at it right now…” Jim rubbed himself against her, and when he thought she was ready he drove himself home.
“We’ll find out,” she responded. Miranda groaned as he rubbed himself against her, then let out a moan when she felt him drive into her. She rocked her hips slightly, then wiggled them a little for his benefit.
Good benefit, Jim decided. He ran his fingers and hands across Miranda’s ass, and then leaned into her and rolled his hips in a slow, easy motion. “God, you feel so good.”
She moaned, arching her back and she rolled her hips back against him. “I can say the same for you,” she responded, loving the sensations he was sending throughout her body.
Jim laughed, but if he had a comment he couldn’t find the words for it. Running his hands up her spine and down to her hips, he kept up a steady pace. He wasn’t trying to break her, not yet anyway. He wanted to draw it out and maybe get her to beg.
She moaned, loving the pace he set. Miranda moved with him, more than enjoying this. And she definitely didn’t mind drawing it out either. At the moment, she had all the time in the world. And she definitely was in no rush to end this experience. Especially when it felt so damn good.
Jim leaned forward, pressing his lips to Miranda’s shoulder and sliding one hand around to her stomach and then down to try to reach between her legs. For an extra bit of sensation he hoped she appreciated.
Her eyes closed and she moaned louder as his hand moved down between her legs. She definitely appreciated it. More than appreciated it, really. She reached back, nails grazing along his scalp to show her appreciation.
“Come on,” Jim urged. “Ladies first.”
It wasn’t right if she didn’t get off before him, but the way she moved against him was making that difficult. He groaned in her ear, fingers working between Miranda’s legs feverishly.
The combination of both his words and his fingers was more than enough to send her over the edge. She cried out as another orgasm hit her, and a shudder ran through her body.
That was all he needed (and honestly not a moment too soon). Jim was loud enough that his voice echoed off the deck, and his hips jerked as he came with her, his eyes crossing and vision going momentarily blank.
She moaned as she felt him come, and another little shudder ran through her. She loved it, and it was just what she needed. Her heart was pounding and she tried to catch her breath, one hand gripping the chair she was on to keep herself from falling onto it.
“My legs still work.” It might have been a question, or a declaration, but he nearly fell over.
That question, or declaration, made Miranda laugh. “Yeah, clearly they do,” she commented when he nearly fell over. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and shifted herself around so she could face him.
Was it the satisfaction of a job well done? Or getting the girl he had his eyes on? Maybe a little of both, but he grinned at her happily. “Remind me to work on my stamina, I think you’ve actually worn me out.”
Miranda chuckled a bit as she caught her breath. “Have I? I’d say I was disappointed, but I could use this time to hold up my end of the deal. So how about you sit back and relax, and I’ll give you a lap dance?” There wasn’t anything she could use that was close enough to a pole to dance around, so it was a lap dance. Besides, giving a naked lap dance was a definite treat.