Janice Rand is an organization specialist (not_a_secretary) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-25 09:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, james kirk, janice rand |
You did good, Boomie.
Who: Jim Kirk, Janice Rand
What: awesome movie moment w/retro boombox, evasive maneuvers, and then sexy maneuvers start to happen. Awww yeah. More aftermath from this stuff in NOLA.
When: Last night.
Where: Janice's.
Rating: PG13, stitches n' invitation to smuts. Smut is not included...except in Imagination Land, where it can live on forever n' evers. <3
Status: Complete!
Jim had gone on a whirlwind pick up tour, but few of the encounters were all that satisfying. He decided to take some advice from Pinkie and showed up at Janice's unannounced. He snerked as he put down an old school boom box, and played a Peter Gabriel song. It was too funny not to go through with it. He leaned against his car, arms folded, somehow keeping a straight face.
Janice had been watching some national news channels in bed, wearing some incredibly old pink pajama bottoms and a old pink strappy tank top. It was her 'I need comforting' clothes. She had stitches over her chin in a half moon shape and a now much bigger bruise on her shoulder. There was still a soft little pinkish lump on her forehead. The stitches and the bruises were from when she 'took a tumble' down her outside steps, dropping a cup she had in her hand when she was going out to get something from her car. They certainly had nothing to do with the fact that she was out killing anyone. She'd even made her meeting that day, although she had to do that over the webcam. Whoops? She's soooo clumsy.
She was switching channels when she swore she heard...was that 'In Your Eyes?' What the sweet bejesus? She got out of bed, walking out of her bedroom and to her front door, following where the music was coming from. She peeked through her closed blinds and saw...speak of the devil. Who was having a Say Anything moment.
She quirked her lips as much as she could get away with, trying to hide a smile, and opened the door enough to peek her head out through it.
"I love Peter Gabriel," she said, unabashedly.
He gave her Peter Gabriel songs. Because some bitches love Peter Gabriel songs. And classic sappy movie moments.
Jim grinned at her, arms folded. He hadn't been sure if she'd like the idea. But it had been entirely too amusing to resist, and worth any lumps he might get. It wasn't like they were married anymore, but he didn't want to have communication cut off entirely. So Peter Gabriel it is. Even if he was struggling not to cringe at the music.
His tastes went a little faster and wilder.
"I'm glad you.." His grin faded, "What the hell happened?"
Janice didn't mind some wild and fast, but she always felt it had it's time and place. Now wasn't the time or the place. Besides that, she was more prone to listening to too much Radiohead during her off hours. And Coldplay. But it all depended on her mood...and the fact that she thought the last Coldplay album really, truly sucked.
"I fell. Wasn't paying attention," she replied in a softened tone of voice, and pointed down the steps, where there was probably some fragments of a ceramic cup and blood droplets left behind, that she hadn't been able to clean up. "Forgot something in my car and was going down to grab it, while sipping my coffee. Took a step wrong. Went down, face first."
She slightly winced and then amended, "And maybe shoulder, second."
And hands third because she made sure to scrape them over the concrete. She really wanted to make it look like she had an authentic bad day.
Because, actually? She had. But there was someone else who had it an even worse day.
"Do you need a trip to the clinic?" Jim gestured towards the car, his mood soured a little.
"No, but thank you. I drove myself." She briefly smiled, both to let him know she was okay, and because she was strangely...happy...she supposed, that he had shown up? Naturally, she wasn't about to go saying that, outloud. "You drove all the way out there to have a movie moment? I'm touched. Want a beer?"
Jim grinned at her, picking up the boom box to turn it off, "A beer sounds fine." It had been Pinkie's idea, but he wasn't about to just announcing it. They'd been on the same general wavelength though - if Janice wasn't going to pick up the phone, he needed to swing by, "Finding the boombox was almost harder than finding the cassette tape."
"You've earned yourself about a million bonus points for time, effort, and sentiment," was what Janice said, holding the door open. She was sort of relieved too, because she had thought he had been there, tapped that, and was done with it. She wouldn't have cared too much who's idea it was if she was told - thank you Pinkie for one of the best ideas ever! - but would be more impressed that he'd actually went through with it. "Maybe you should bring that in, with you. It's too retro to leave outside."
"Retro," Jim replied, carrying it inside. "Older brother would kill you for saying that. Or maybe Bones would. We should say that in his face."
She tilted her head and smiled as much as she could manage, so it came off as somewhat shy, even if what she said wasn't, "Sure. Then we can make fun of Prince changing his name to a symbol and watch heads explode. Simply because it was pretty lame."
"Very lame." Jim put the boombox down on the table, patting it. You did good, Boomie. You did good.
He turned to regard her, studying her face.
She only let him do that for a few token seconds, before she turned her head so it was hidden by loose hair. The door was closed and locked, and she started to move past him, like it was business as usual. Her head was held upright and she was utterly conversational.
"Papers haven't arrived yet. I'll send another inquiry shortly, though," she said while she made a relaxed bee-line for the kitchen.
Jim reached out to grab her, but missed. Instead he followed her. He wasn't entirely convinced by her story, but she was either a really good actress or it was the truth. He wanted to believe it was the truth, "Try calling?"
"I'll do that next. I know that it's the end of the timeframe they'd quoted, but I'm sure it'll be sorted out soon," she reassured him, taking a bottle of beer out of the fridge, opening it, and holding out to him. It was cold and German. So hopefully it suited him.
Her face was pretty much it's typical mask of sobriety, but her eyes looked a tinge bloodshot and her hair was down, but a little messy. She'd simply chalk it up to the meds. That was a easy enough excuse. "I saw you called. I didn't know what to say. I thought you were just calling to ask about the papers."
It was cold, German, and delicious, "No, I was calling because I wanted to talk to you." Was that so hard to believe? Probably.
"Oh." Big blue eyes blinked, hard, and widened ever so slightly. Maybe it was a little hard to believe, but it sunk in quickly. Proving she'd make an excellent lawyer, she inquired, "Was it about the space project? You know, if you guys don't get on that really fast, you might lose to that private enterprise that launched their rocket this week."
She reached into the fridge while pulling off a >_> eyedart while behind the fridge door, grabbing a bottle of water. She closed it by leaning up against the door and took a long drink of water. Parched. Thanks.
"That wasn't it either, but since you brought it up....We need a fuel source. Do you think you can track down some dilithium gas?"
"Mmm?" She stopped drinking and looked thoughtful. "I can try. No harm in giving it a looking up right now, sir." She winced slightly. "Jim. I meant Jim. Sorry. That's a hard habit to break."
He walked over, pinning her to the fridge by placing an arm on either side of her head, "Worry about that later."
"Later. All right," she said slowly, tilting her head ever so slightly to one side and staring back up at him. She didn't tense up or show any outward sign of being stressed or anxiety, being cornered like that. In fact, there was a ghost of a smile on her lips for a fleeting moment.
Jim decided to make that ghost of a smile last longer than a fleeting moment, and kissed her.
Lips immediately yielded. It was something she'd hoped would happen again, but she wasn't presumptuous enough to believe it would. Reality tended to dictate things with her, and Janice was very much a realist. Even so, he was there, and he was kissing her. She set the water aside and slipped both arms around his shoulders in an instant, like she craved any form of contact. She simply sucked at saying she wanted it, out loud.
It was a little hard to say anything. Lips? Busy.
He slid his hands along her body and up into her hair, deepening the kiss. He was craving something too. Even if he couldn't quite change his nature, he still wanted this.
The last thing she wanted was for this leopard to change his spots. And after the complete emotional crap since the whole business, with little green women from other planets happen? She really wanted and needed this.
That was probably the reason that her hands went right on dat ass.
Jim lifted her onto the counter next to the fridge, working her sexy pink pajamas open. He had a sixth sense for when a woman needed comfort sex, and he was all about the comfort.
He was in luck. Because Janice might not say it, but she was really in need of that specific form of comfort right now. And look at him being so helpful! She was just going to have to be helpful to, and help him right out of them pants. He fingers were already busy doing that very thing.