Hermione Granger studies harder than you. (her_my_nee) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-28 21:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hermione granger, james kirk |
Who: Jim Kirk and Hermione Granger Kirk
When: 6/23
Where: Their place
What: Being married, Hermione’s insecurities, discussing threesomes, hot, hot sex.
Rating/Warnings: NSFW, but just sex over the back of the sofa.
Status: Complete
Hermione was curled up on the sofa with Crookshanks in her lap and a book in her hands. It was a book from her Dream World, Hogwarts: A History, and she was studying it with just as much dedication as she would have in her Dreams. She turned the page then resumed idly scratching behind Crookshanks’ ears, listening to the chainsaw purring from the large, fluff ball that took up her entire lap.
“What do you have there?” Jim leaned over the back of the couch to look at the book. He could read it over her shoulder, but it was more fun to listen to her speak.
"Hogwarts: a History." Hermione hadn't noticed, but since her dreams had picked up in earnest, her accent was even stronger than ever. "It just showed up in the coffee table."
“Yeah, that happens.” He remembered his car, his chair, and his phaser. Even eventually the Enterprise. Rips in time and space? Timey Wimey stuff?
Her wand, too. She was thankful. It was great to be able to read it again. With Crookshanks curled up beside her. Just like old times in the Dreams. She turned to look at him over her shoulder, and leaned up to kiss at him.
Smiling, he kissed her back, then pulled away and slipped around the couch to take her free side. “So, figure out what woman you want to sleep with?” Grin.
Hermione gave a gentle guffaw and shook her head. "I can't believe I sent that text." She said, shaking her head.
“I can.” Jim laughed right along with her. “I nearly cut off my fingers when it came in.”
"Cut off?" Hermione asked, closing the book. She turned a little to face him, and Crookshanks jumped off her lap to go find a less moving place to sleep.
“I was in the middle of cooking when I checked my messages,” Jim explained, grinning at her.
"Ohhh." Hermione went pink. "Well, what do you think? Kitty says we ahoukd go to Vegas and pay for one."
“Still illegal in Vegas, but you just need to go about fifty miles north for it to be legal.” Jim answered that like he had far too much personal knowledge.
"Ah." Funny how he knew that off the top of his head. "... would that... make you happy?" She asked, a hint at the insecurities she was feeling coming through in her voice.
“I don’t know. Do you want it because you’re curious, or because you think it would make me happy?” Jim’s voice was even, and he was keeping his thoughts close to his chest.
“I... I don’t know. I mean, I’m curious, sure. But I also know how much you enjoy... being with multiple partners, how monogamy is new to you. So... I want to do whatever I can to make our marriage interesting, keep our sex life new and engaging.” Hermione said then exhaled deeply. Confessing her fears to her husband helped a bit. But now she was nearly wincing, waiting for his response.
“You don’t want it.” Jim turned her face towards his own, and smiled into her eyes. “Believe me, you’re more than enough for me. Doesn’t mean I won’t look, but I’d never touch.”
Hermione couldn’t help but smile back. She was still nervous about it, but that was reassuring. “Are you sure? I mean... I just don’t want you to... I mean, if you want to... y’know... touch. You can. Just let me know about it. Maybe we can do it together.”
“Rather do it together. Even if I was just watching.” Jim waggled his eyebrows at her.
Hermione flushed. “Well, then.” She cleared her throat, and gave him a grin. “I’d like to put on a show for you.”
“A show?” Consider his interest piqued. Jim shifted on the couch and looked at her expectantly. “Tell me more!”
“Well... what do you want to see?” Hermione asked, setting the book aside. “I imagine I probably play a pretty amazing naughty librarian.” Her cheeks went rather red.
“...hell yes... Or a school girl. I’d like to seduce a school girl..” A slutty hogwart’s school girl...
Hermione couldn’t wipe the grin from her lips even if she wanted to. She gave a little laugh. “Well, tell the powers that be that we want my Hogwarts Uniform.” She suggested, almost playfully. “...I’d like that. I’d like role-playing with you.”
“Could make a slutty Hogwarts uniform,” Jim replied, grinning. It would be easier to get than even she’d suspect. “Then I could seduce the star student.”
“Professor Kirk, hmm?” She said, already imagining what that would be like. Her pulse quickened at the thought. “Would you keep me in detention?”
He wet his lips. “You might need to be ...disciplined...”
“It might take a firm hand.” She suggested, the corner of her lip twisting in a smirk.
Jim lifted her chin and kissed her deeply. Then he swatted her on the hip. “How firm?”
Hermione returned his kiss, both of her arms wrapping up and around him as she did so. The swat to her hip made her shudder, and goosebumps rose along her legs. “...firm enough to get the point across,” she whispered against his lips.
“Mm... Maybe you need to be bent over the desk. Use your own ties to hold you down...You’ve been misbehaving and you need such a lesson.” He was getting hard just thinking about it.
“My school ties?” Hermione asked. Now she was going to have to find some ties in red and yellow. Couldn’t be that hard, could it? And a short, grey, pleated skirt. It was all coming together in her head. “Oh, I’ve been naughty. I need to be punished.”
Jim smirked. “You seem to want it. Guess it’ll have to wait for when I’m in the mood....”
"Now you're going to make me beg?" She asked, playfully incredulously.
“Yep.” He flashed a grin and then got up to stretch.
“Oh, you’re evil.” Hermione said. She sat up a bit and tugged her shirt up and over her head, then tossed it aside. (It landed on top of Crookshanks, who didn’t look very happy about that.)
That got Jim’s attention. He drank her in, frozen in a half-stretched motion. “...no, you’re evil.”
Hermione had some really amazing bras. She leaned back on the sofa, clad now only in her bra and shorts. “Am I?” She flipped her hair out of her face.
Jim resumed stretching. “Sometimes.” He feigned disinterest. Badly.
She toe’d off her shoes. They clunked to the floor. Then she slipped her thumbs into the hips of her shorts and slowly started to wriggle out of them, too. Her bra and panties matched. Lacy, maroon and gold.
He licked his lips, eyes roaming over her body as she moved and shimmied. He was suddenly very interested. Damn when had she gotten such a hold over him? “Wow..”
“Wow?” Hermione asked, kicking her shorts to the floor. She’d gotten slightly flabby since she’d been married to him--letting herself go just a little. It helped in the hips and breasts area, though, even if it gave her a soft tummy.
“Wow.” He didn’t think she was flabby at all. He thought she was amazing to look at, and amazing to touch - so he did both.
Hermione wasn’t about to tell him no. She wanted him to touch her about as much as he wanted to do it in the first place, so. That made for a very nice compromise.
Jim pulled her against him, hard, his hands rough and needy and no longer playing around. He wanted to prove that she was beautiful.
There were times that gentle and romantic was the thing. Taking their time, exploring each other’s bodies, playful and giving. This wasn’t one of those times. Hermione wanted it hard, fast, rough. She wanted him to make her moan and writhe under him. So far so good.
Jim turned her around, biting her shoulder and her neck and bending her forcefully over the back of the couch. She wanted to moan and writhe? He was going to make her scream bloody murder!
She moved with him. He didn’t have to force her all that hard to get her to move. There was something Absolutely sexy about being taken in such a way, it made Hermione’s toes curl.
Jim’s too. He leaned in and bit her shoulder, growling in her ear and sounding very much like the dashing captain who’d broken so many hearts.
That dashing captain that stole Hermione’s heart, stole her innocence, but gave her so much more in return. That dashing captain who made her cry out with pleasure, made her body do things she never knew were possible. Like right now. She was already moaning, arching her back and pressing against him as best she could.
He groaned her name. Part of him had always wanted someone just for himself. Part of him chafed at the very idea, but Hermione had made the former part win. And she was very, very good at keeping the rest of his parts distracted.
Hermione couldn’t imagine how this could be better with more people involved. She imagined that she’d just feel self-conscious, and greedy, or possibly jealous. It would be a terrible distraction, and she definitely wouldn’t be able to finish.
Speaking of. There she went, crying out as he drove her over the edge.
Jim shouted her name, spasming and losing control of himself as he fell off after her. The sight and sound of Hermione, even the smell of her, made it impossible to hold himself back.
“Oh, Jesus,” Hermione whimpered, enjoying the waves of pleasure that were still washing through her, even though they were dying down considerably now. She collapsed over the back of the sofa, though it wasn’t the most comfortable.
“You called?” Jim grinned, and rocked his hips...it actually didn’t take much but he was already ready to go - or maybe he hadn’t actually softened up. That happened, sometimes!
Hermione was half-gasping, half-laughing. “Again? Okay, give us a mo.” She took a few breaths, clenching and unclenching around him. Just a moment to relax would be more than enough to get her ready for a second round. “...All right, all right, go.”
Jim laughed, the sound rough and breathy. “Yeah..sorry. Just..you really got me going tonight.” He didn’t think he’d finish, but if he got her off a few times? Worth it.
Hermione gave a whimper. It was a good one. He wouldn’t have to do a whole lot to get her off again. And possibly again. There was still so much pleasure built up within her. She hoped that he liked the sound of her coming, because he’d hear it a couple more times tonight.
Jim slid a hand around and between her legs, and started to pleasure her even more. He bit at her shoulder and groaned her name. “Love you..”
He had her calling for God again. Toes curling, body tensing, knuckles going white as she gripped the sofa. She came again, whimpers escaping her, explosions behind her eyes.
Slapping her lightly on the butt, Jim seemed in no hurry to stop. “That’s it..come on baby.”
It came and went, and another wasn’t long after. Slow, powerful strokes in and out, and fingertips swirling against her front were all she needed to come again. Three in one night. Wasn’t really a record for them, but it was a good time.
Jim fell out, and to his knees, unable to keep up that same pace for all that much longer. He stroked at her face and grinned. “Happy...something or other.”
Hermione collapsed onto the back of the sofa, weak in the knees and gasping. Flickers of pleasure were still running through her body like lightning. It was amazing. “...always happy.” She mumbled, not even sure what she was saying.
“Yeah..” Jim laughed, and leaned in to nuzzle her, laying against his wife and completely spent. There was nothing better in the world than this.