A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-04 23:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bella donna boudreaux, james kirk |
Who: Belladonna and Jim Kirk
What: old lovers meet randomly and swap bodies, it's a tale as old as time...
When: 8/4
Where: A cafe
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13
Belle liked the little coffee shop she’d adopted as her own. It was a little busy on the weekends, but not too bad. She hummed as she waited for her order, tapping the toe of her shoe softly on the tile floor. She was still dressed in her church clothes (after the information she’d found about Cerebus she’d needed a little reassurance that there was someone looking out for people), and she had a wide smile on her face, as though she had not a care in the world.
Her smile turned to surprise when she saw a new man step into the shop. He was familiar. She had a good memory for faces, and she’d seen a lot more than his face. She wondered if he’d remember her, they’d both had a few shots before they’d gone off to become better acquainted.
Jim looked around. He rubbed at his jaw, which was sporting a bit of a shadow, and he hadn’t been sleeping well. His dreams had been so dark. He decided he needed something a little peppy. He gave the pretty blonde a grin, then stepped up to the counter.
Then looked again, blinking. She looked really familiar.
She giggled at his double take, and grabbed her coffee. She couldn’t help but wander over, taking him in. He looked like she felt, which was kind of depressing. “Bonjour, Jim.” She said with a laugh as she approached him. She remembered she’d been French when she met him.
“Belle?” He said, hoping he got that right. He was a lot better at faces than name. Or tits. He definitely recognized those tits. God, if there was one thing he missed about being single...
“Bonjour!”
She leaned in to kiss one cheek, then the other. It was silly, and inaccurate, but she felt like being a little silly. “You look good.” She was impressed with herself for remembering his name, and a little relieved she’d yelled the right one.
“Thanks, so do you!” Jim hadn’t really changed that much. The ring on his finger and the way he was dressed would probably be the most obvious. He looked almost respectable. Almost.
She did notice the ring, but she wasn’t here to sleep with him, so she figured it was safe. “Come drink with me when you have your coffee, I am curious to what you have been up to.” Her French accent needed more work. It was painful, even to her. She decided to stick with American accents from now on.
“Oh, plenty.” He flashed her a smile, and ordered himself something before joining her at her table. He took a seat, happy to think about the past rather than a far distant future.
Belle was happy to oblige. Remembering a victory was a good incentive to keep slogging away at the long road ahead. “You look good.” It was a nice place to start, and it was true, even if he was a little careworn. “Still scruffy a little, c’est tres sexy.” She winked at him, giggling girlishly.
“I know my thing,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. “Scruffy with a side of dangerous. Did you ever get the check for the dresser?”
That was true enough. He’d lived up to her expectations of a man like that quite well. A pleasant little shiver ran through her body at the memory. “Oui, but I moved so the money went toward a deposit on my new place. Always movin’, never settlin’ down. That’s just how my job is.” She wished that she could remember what her fake job was when they met last time. “I’m an executive assistant now. Just got back from Boston.”
"Well, someone else can deal with the gouges in the floor." He grinned at her, seemingly not suspicious in the slightest. "Do you enjoy that? What does that entail?"
She smirked. Oh yes. She was a little sad he was apparently married, and maybe she envied his wife just a little. “I do. It’s very competitive, and I feel like I’m always rushing around do zis thing or zat thing for my boss. How about you? What are you doing now?”
“Management of sorts,” Jim replied, and smirked. “When I’m not doing my wilderness work. I’ve got a pretty decent...crew, you could say.”
Belle nodded, laughing a little. “Bon, you were all alone when I saw you.” They both were. Funny how things changed over time. She pointed to his left hand. “How long’ve you been married?”
“Since New Years. New Years Day, in fact.” Jim liked to make things go and go big. He was grinning, like just talking about it was a wonderful thing. He noticed her arm. “You okay?”
Belle didn’t know what he was talking about, until she noticed where he was looking. She laughed a little and tucked her arm under the other one, though she did it gently, to avoid touching the blisters. “Yeah, burned myself making cookies. Turns out the oven gets the cookie sheet pretty hot. Who knew?”
“I can cook.” He slurped at his drink. “No one ever believes me when I say that. Why is that?”
“You look like a guy who could charm a girl into making him a sandwich on command.” Belle said with a laugh. “I didn’t know that you like t’ cook. Must be nice for your wife.”
“We eat out a lot, but we also alternate on chores,” he replied, lifiting his drink in a mock toast. He blinked his eyes, and then he was staring at himself. Jim furrowed his brows, only they didn’t move on his face.
“The hell?”
That wasn’t his voice. “Son of a bitch.” He was taking this well.
Belle dropped his cup when they switched and frowned at her own chest. “Oh, fuck. What the hell?” She didn’t have the fake French accent anymore. She quickly looked down, pressing Kirk’s hands against his chest. “No no no. Give me my body back.”
“Believe me, I’d be happy to!” Jim poked one breast. “Huh. Right. Yeah. Happy to. You know this isn’t the strangest thing that’s happened to me this year?”
Belle slapped her hand away from her breast. “Don’t bruise me up, I’ve been banged up enough recently.” She stopped and counted to ten in her head, then switched their coffee cups. They’d just have to deal with swapping cooties. “Yeah? What was weirdest, ‘cause this is takin’ the cake for me.”
“My space ship crashed.” He sipped at his drink casually. “I’m married to a genuine witch. I’m pretty sure this is something I’d dream about too.” And since the Enterprise was being repaired...maybe he could get some scanning equipment...
Belle blinked. “That’s a whole lot of nonsense.” She remembered her date with Wolfwood and winced. Oh, this was going to be fun to explain. “Think I’m gonna keep my familiarity with your body t’ myself for the duration. Might be smart for you t’ do the same.”
He gave Belle a little salute. “I’ll keep your hands to yourself.”
She waved his hand a little, dismissing the idea. “Ain’t gonna tell a married man not t’ sleep with his wife. Just might not want t’ mention this ain’t your first time in that body.”
“Ah, that sort of familiarity.” He grinned at her. “Just try not to put any babies anywhere, okay? Might as well live vicariously.” He winked.
Belle laughed. “Don’t think my date tonight’s gonna get pregnant no matter how hard we go at it.” Not that she figured that was likely, Wolfwood didn’t seem the type. “But I’ll try t’ keep yourself in check.”
“Appreciate it, Belle.” Jim looked down at his hands again, shaking his head in wonder. He was pretty sure he’d fall over as soon as he stood. And his wife was going to freak.
Okay this might be great.
“Oh, uh, one more thing.” Belle had to suppress some very unmanly giggles. “Be careful when you go to the bathroom. There’s,” She counted on his fingers. A lot. “Twenty two knives hidden in various places under that cute little skirt suit.”
“I thought it felt a little heavier than strictly necessary.” He shook his head. “We should, uh, exchange our phones and stuff. Except for the IDs, I guess. And our addresses, we should definitely exchange those.”
“Yeah,” Belle nodded, emptying his pockets. “My roommate’s gonna lose her shit.”
Their gear was swapped, and Jim balanced a bit before giving himself a hug. “Huh. So that’s what that feels like.”
Belle sighed before she stood. It was. . . awkward. “I think I’m turned on by lookin’ at myself. That’s. . . probably pretty fuckin’ weird.”
“Not weird. Not weird at all.”