Who: Jim Kirk and Hermione (Granger) Kirk When: Early June Where: Their house What: Being Married Rating/Warnings: Medium/None Status: Complete!
Hermione arrived home in good spirits. She had a stack of mail in her hand, though one of the letters had been opened with hasty, excited, shaking fingers. She dropped her backpack and the rest of the mail on the kitchen table, and glanced around the room. “Jim?” She called out, hoping that her husband was home.
“Yeah?” He came out of one of the other rooms, where he’d been working on fixing a telescope. He smiled when he saw her, his face lighting up. If there was one thing keeping him grounded, it was her.
“Hey!” Hermione beamed when she saw him, then took a couple of rushed steps and jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. “Hello, husband,” she said, then kissed him soundly.
He grinned, and wrapped his arms around her, then kissed her back just as soundly. They ended up tumbling onto the couch, with her on top. This wasn’t a bad thing.
Nah, not at all. Though, Hermione had things to talk to him about before tearing his clothes off. She pulled her lips away from his, grinning. “Guess what came in the mail?” She’d left it a surprise this long. As she sat up, she pulled the little card out to show him. It was her California State Driver’s License.
Her name read; Hermione Jane Kirk.
“Why did you stop?” Jim laughed, stroking his fingers along her stomach and then around to her ass. “What did you get?” He shifted, then snatched it out of her hands. “That’s great! It’s... more official now!”
Holy shit!
Hermione blushed a bit. “I hope you don’t mind.” They’d only talked about it in passing. She decided that if they were going to have kids some day, and before she started on her career, she wanted to have the same last name as her husband.
“I didn’t even...when did you?” He looked at her a little dumbfounded. He never thought she’d actually...want to take his last name.
“Well, I took our marriage license and went to the social security office, then the DMV. It only took a day or so.” She explained, somewhat awkwardly. “You don’t mind, really? We never really made a decision as to whether or not I should...?”
“I don’t mind. The opposite.” He cupped Hermione’s cheek. “I’m ecstatic!” Then he kissed Mrs. Kirk (literally, Mrs. Kirk, and not his mom!)
Hermione beamed, then kissed him back. She’d been absolutely terrified that he would freak out about her taking his name. Then again, it wouldn’t be hard for her to continue going around as Granger... Wait, stop thinking silly things while kissing your husband.
She kissed him happily, playfully, and tossed her new Driver’s License onto the coffee table.
With a laugh, Jim rolled them suddenly, pinning her to the couch, then rolled them back again. He broke the kiss and said, “Lets go out to eat.”
Hermione rolled with him, enjoying the feel of her husband’s arms around her. He was strong, warm, and made her feel safe. When he broke the kiss she almost whimpered at the loss of contact. “What? Out? Okay.” She grinned. “Celebrate finally being Mr. and Mrs. James T Kirk?”
“Yes! We can go to … well wherever you want to go, really. I’m not picky. I just want to be with you, and I want to celebrate this newfound thing you … found.”
Hermione beamed. “All right. I’ll go put on something fancy, and you can take me out to a nice dinner.” She climbed off him abruptly, and darted into the hallway to head to the bedroom and find a cute dress. She didn’t have many.
Jim had an easier time. He had several shirts and pants that could be combined with other shirts and pants and he’d look good in any combination. He was ready pretty much in five minutes.
Hermione finally settled on a pale blue dress. It was half-way between being formal and a sun-dress. It also hugged her curves fairly well. She turned around so Jim could see. “Where are you taking me to celebrate, then?” She asked. “Somewhere to show off my skirts?” She gave a twirl, and the dress spun around about her.
Curve hugging was good. Jim watched her with hungry eyes, then shook his head to clear it. “Yeah, I think I know a couple of places. In the mood for Thai?”
“Oooh, I love Thai.” Hermione said, breaking into a grin. She hopped over to her jewelry box and tugged out a pair of earrings. She put them on, swaying on the spot. “It’s kinda fun to get dressed up for a night out.”
“I know you do, that’s why I thought of it.” He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. He loved her, and he wanted to prove it to her. Again.
Hermione felt a gentle hum, closing her eyes and tipping her head to the side as she leaned in against him. “You’re the best husband in the whole world.” Hermione said. There was a teasing tone in her voice. “But if you keep kissing me like that, we’ll never make it out the front door.”
“Only the world? Well I’ll have to do better, there’s a whole galaxy out there.” He grinned, and kissed her like that again, to prove a point.
Oh, God. Jim Kirk kisses. Did he know he was the best kisser on the planet? In the galaxy? In the universe, even? Hermione’s knees always went weak, so she wrapped her arms around him as she returned his kiss, clinging so she wouldn't buckle and break.
Finally she pulled away from him, breathless and grinning. “Like I said... out the front door.”
“Yes ma’am.” He pulled away as well, and took her hand to lead her out the door. He’d disagree though. The best kisses were witch kisses.
Hermione grabbed her new id card and her purse from the table, then followed him out the door. She was pretty excited about having a date. A real date. “You know, it’s a shame the Enterprise doesn’t have a holodeck.” She said, softly.
“When do you hit 21?” Jim asked, taking her hand. “And it is a shame, but we didn’t have that tech yet. Bet we could get Scotty to make one though.”
“September,” Hermione said. Lacing their fingers together on the way to the car. “I know it’s a long time to wait to have wine with dinner, but... you can. Don’t let me stop you.”
“Way too long. Maybe we should wait to do the wedding until after that?” He grinned at her. “Unless we get married in England then it won’t matter.”
“You mean... the reception?” Hermione asked. “We could... are we going to have another wedding ceremony?” That felt unnecessary, really. They’d already said their vows, hadn’t they? “A part of me is wondering if we should just wait until our first anniversary to have a big party.”
“Yeah, the reception. Though I think the world should see you in that dress again.” He stroked her cheek, then opened the car door and got in. Once she was in, he started to drive.
Hermione blushed, smiled, then climbed into the car and pulled her belt on. “You know I bought it the day of. I’ll absolutely wear it to the reception.” She said, turning to look over at him. Her hand found its way onto his thigh as he drove, just resting there. Warm, soft weight on his leg above his knee.
He bit back a groan. Her hand anywhere near the lil’captain was absolutely distracting. “I’d love to see you in it, and everyone should get to see you in it now.”
“It would feel a bit strange to be wearing white, reciting vows I’ve already vowed, and pretending to go through the motions just so people can get a photograph of ‘kiss the bride’,” Hermione said, and gave her head a little shake. “But I really do want to share a celebration with our friends and family. We should probably either set a date somewhat soon, or put it off to our first anniversary.”
“October. Fall wedding, when the leaves start to get nice looking in places where the leaves do that.” they didn’t really do that here. Jim was amused that he was more into the idea of a showy second wedding than she was.
“Okay.” Hermione smiled warmly. “Orange? We can do a wedding in orange.” Beat. “I’ll have to pick out flowers, bridesmaid dresses, all of that?” He wanted the whole shebang, didn’t he?
“If you want the whole shebang, yeah. We can even design what we want on the Enterprise then have someone make it.” Felt more real that way, he thought. Less...replicated.
Hermione grinned. “All right. That sounds... well, it sounds like a lot of fun, actually.” They could take the specs to some designers on earth and have everything created down there... but designing it using the advanced technology would make things quite a bit easier. “I’d love to get you back into a tux. Just so I can rip it off you later.” She whispered, squeezing his thigh with her hand still resting on it.
“I like wearing a tux. Can I wear a space tux? I’d love to wear a space tux...” Jim shivered, and squirmed in his seat. He shot Hermione a look, and grinned at her. “Naughty.”
"A space tux? Honestly, Jim, I'd be insulted is you wore anything but." She couldn't help but grin in return. He made her wonder how much they could get away with without being caught. "Oh, but you make being naughty so much fun."
“You asked for it.” Jim laughed, and pulled into a parking lot. Space tux. He had some ideas. Most of them would make his wife facepalm.
"I can't wait." Hermione said, quite honestly. She was grinning as he put the car in park, then leaned over and stole a quick kiss now he wasn't driving.
The quick kiss turned into a long kiss, and Jim all but pulled her into his lap. This was a common occurrence with them, but he never really minded. He could spend all of his days in bedroom with her.
Hermione didn’t get all dressed up just to have Jim ravage her in the car in the parking lot of a nice place. Okay, so maybe that could happen either before or after dinner. She just wanted to make sure they actually made it inside. She crawled up and over and sat sideways in his lap, pressing between him and the steering wheel, so she could kiss him fully and hungrily.
He laughed, squeezing her rear and stroking her thigh as they kissed. Hunger and need and love all rolled into the kind of kiss that left him dizzy and wanting more when it was over.
It was over all too soon, and Hermione playfully spilled out of the driver’s side door. She managed to get on her feet without exposing her underpants to anyone passing by, and straightened her shoulders, grinning. Then she held a hand out to him. “Come now, husband, and feed me dinner.”
Just to Jim, who leered at his wife, before he took her hand. “If you behave, I’ll feed you desert, too.”