Who: Hermione Granger-Kirk and Kitty Pryde, Jim Kirk When: After Hermione’s post Where: Hermione and Jim’s place What: Drinks with a capital D Rating/Warning: 21+ for drinking? innuendo and almost!girlkissing/Low no triggers Status: Complete!
Hermione kicked Jim out. She sent him off to that Pacific Rim movie to take notes. Then he could come home and tell her how much of the pseudo-science they got wrong, or how much they got right, or how much of the action made him feel PTSD or whatever. (Honestly, she kind of expected he’d go over to McCoy’s place to drink or something istead of the movie. She didn’t really care either way, she was just glad to be having a girls’ night with Kitty.)
Then she got out some Drinks with a capital D. She started up the blender to make margaritas, and put on some loud music. The front door was unlocked, but locks couldn’t keep out Kitty Pryde, could they?
Kirk was going to watch the movie.
And then geek out over it like a ten year old.
Kitty phased through the door and covered her eyes. “Tell me there’s no sexing going on, not that I’d mind seeing either of you naked.”
Hermione gave a little laugh, shaking her head. “I told you I’d kick Jim out.” She said, then turned on the blender to mix up the drinks.”
“Damn. And here I was hoping.” Kitty plopped onto the couch and gave her a grin over her shoulder. She needed this, pretty badly.
Hermione finished up the blending, then poured them each a drink. “Well, next time I’ll make sure we’re both half-naked, shagging on the sofa when you’re scheduled to arrive.” She said, coming around into the living room and passing over a glass.
“Perfect. It’ll be in redtube in an hour,” Kitty said. She took the glass and drank a little. She wanted to knock it back but instead savored it.
Hermione laughed. “You’re not allowed to post us to redtube!” (Wait, how did Hermione know what redtube was?) “Only if you join in.” She teased.
“Deal.” Kitty flashed her a smile and toasted with her glass. “Might make your hubbie jealous though.”
Hermione laughed, shook her head, and clinked her glass against Kitty’s. “Are you kidding? He’d be thrilled.”
“Yeah? A threesome? Or a threesome with two hot, nubile young brunettes?” She laughed, kicking her feet in the air. “God..okay. I already feel a little tipsy. Is there anything to snack on?”
“Uhhhh...” Hermione probably put too much alcohol in these drinks. She stumbled to her feet to head into the kitchen. “I’ve got some crisps in here. And there’s always bread. Peanut butter. I’ve got hummus and carrots in the fridge.” She started to bang around in the kitchen and came out with an armful of things a few moments later.
“Okay..peanut butter hummus sounds great! With carrots to chew on it....” Kitty giggled and grabbed one of the latter.
Hermione chuckled. “Not together. Gross.” Though, she was drunk enough to try it. Not that she would, but she could. She moved around the sofa, set the food down, and plopped down once more to continue drinking her considerably large drink.
“Maybe when you’re pregnant.” She poked Hermione in the ribs.
“Maybe.” She squirmed just a little at the poke, then Hermione lifted her glass to clink against Kitty’s. “Here’s to not being pregnant right now.” There was no way she’d be drinking margaritas if she was with child.
Snerking, Kitty toasted her. “That would kinda suck.”
“Kinda.” Hermione gulped. “Though, it would be nice not to have a period for almost a year.” Everything else seemed a bit much.
“Oh yeah, back aches, odd cravings, hormonal swings and a parasite living in your belly for nine months is a great trade-off for no period.” She gave her friend a playful smirk.
Hermione laughed. “I can’t help it that I’m already a little tipsy. Besides, I think it’d be a nice little parasite. Especially if it came from Jim.”
“I suppose someone else has dibs on the godperson.” She winked.
“You know, I haven’t even thought that far ahead.” Hermione said, giving her a grin. “Though, in some traditions children are given several godparents.”
“Keep me in mind. You can’t go wrong with a little Pryde in your life.” She took a sip of her drink and giggled.
Hermione laughed. It wasn’t really that funny, but she was a little past tipsy now. She shook her head and gave her friend a gentle, playful shove on her shoulder. “Oh, I really should eat some bread.” And drink some water.
It was really, really funny, as far as Kitty was concerned. She took a piece of bread and threw it at her friend. It sailed through the air, seeming to spin in slow motion.
Hermione reached up to grab the bread, attempting to catch it. But at the last second she had another thought. “Ooh! We should put on some music!” Of course, the bread hit her in the face instead of being caught.
Kitty started laughing so hard that she tumbled off the couch. She lay on her back and giggled some more.
Hermione reached for the piece of bread and laughed herself. she slid down off the sofa onto the floor, holding her sides from laughing so hard.
She crawled over to Hermione and hugged onto her. “Girl... girl..you’re drunk.”
Hermione was nearly crying from laughing so hard. She wrapped an arm around her friend. “I can’t help it! Ohmygosh. You’re soft.” She said, leaning her head against Kitty’s shoulder.
“Yeah..that’s the best part ‘bout girls.” She grinned at Hermione and bumped the side of her head against the top of Hermione’s.
Hermione sighed happily. “Jim’s soft, too. But he’s firm where it counts.” ...yeah, she was pretty drunk now.
That started Kitty giggling again, and she made a stroking motion with her hands. “Fiiirm..” She nuzzled her cheek against Hermione’s and sighed.
"That is the way that counts! At least the way I was thinking..." Hermione said. She reached forward and moved her hand against Kitty's. "Bigger. Give him some credit," she said, then lowered her other hand and poked her friend in the side.
She giggled, then kissed Hermione on the cheek, dangerously close to her lips. “Man, I almost had that too....”
Hermione grinned, one hand raising to pet Kitty's beautiful hair. "I should be thanking Scotty every day for that block." She lowered her nose to nuzzle into Kitty's cheek, lips also dangerously close.
The dangerous closeness was three seconds from becoming something a lot more close when the door opened. Kitty lifted her head and scooted comically away from Hermione, knocking over the package of bread in her haste.
Jim blinked at them, raising his eyebrows. “Wow, I was going to tell you you missed an awesome movie, but carry on.” He made smooching noises.
Hermione went rather pink. She gave a little, almost drunken laugh. "Why, you want a show?" She asked, reaching for Kitty's arm.
“Unhn?” Kitty said, blinking her eyes blearily.
“Hmm..I wouldn’t mind it. But you both look a little out of it.” Jim came over to help them both back up into the couch.
Hermione gave a laugh from her spot on the floor. She shook her head and the whole room span. She leaned over when Kitty was settled on the sofa, and pressed a kiss against her friend’s hairline. “Sleep, Kitty.”
Then she stood. “Jim... I think you should take me to bed.”
Kitty’s eyes fluttered closed, and she slipped back untlil she was resting. As if Hermione had somehow magiced her to sleep. Or maybe she was just that exhausted.
“Yes ma’am,” Jim said, and picked up his wife.
Hermione wrapped her arms around her husband, leaned her head against his shoulder and let him take her to bed. “...you wouldn’t care? If you walked in and I was kissing someone else?”
“You’re a little drunk, and I actually trust the both of you. Besides, you’re married to me, and not anyone else.” Jim tipped her chin up. “It’s oddly easier to think about if it was a woman and not a man. Less competition that way. Not to discount women or anything.”
Hermione chuckled softly. “There’s no competition. Who are you trying to kid?” She leaned in and kissed his neck once. “...though, Kitty is very pretty. I think I’d fancy snogging her good and proper.”
“Do that when you’re sober,” Jim said, tilting his head back. He couldn’t help but fantasize a little - they looked so alike it would be like doing twins, and he hadn’t had twins or triplets in over a year.
“Yeah? Kitty? I like her. She’s a good friend. She’s so soft.” Hermione was starting to drunk babble as Jim took her to the bedroom. “I almost kissed her.” She added, as if Jim hadn’t walked in to see it.
He laid her into bed and laughed softly. “But you didn’t.” Crawling in with her, he wrapped his arms around her. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Hermione sighed, curling against her husband. She was asleep within seconds.