InsaneJournal

Who: Belle Boudreaux, Hermione, and Jim Kirk
When: 8/11
Where: Chez Kirk
What: Belle wakes up in the correct body
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for references to sexual stuff
Status: complete


Belle groaned softly as the light from the window filtered in. She frowned heavily and buried her head against the nice, warm body of the woman laying next to her. She wondered how the blackout curtains got pulled off her window, or if she’d accidentally left them open.

Now that she was a little awake she wondered who exactly owned the breasts that were currently underneath her face. They didn’t feel like Vanille’s, though they were very nice. She frowned softly. Had she picked a girl up at the bar last night? She vaguely remembered there had been a cute one, and why not enjoy Kirk’s body while she had it?

Hermione was still half asleep when she felt Jim moving. Even though he’d been in the woman’s body all week, they’d still been intimate. They were still husband and wife. Hermione didn’t care whose body he was in, he was still her Jim. She cuddled closer against him in her drowsiness, one arm lifting up and wrapping around his form. She had no idea that the woman she was currently spooning wasn’t Jim.

Belle sighed softly and began to doze off again. She mumbled in Creole, telling Hermione she had really nice breasts.

The language was what brought Hermione from her dozing. She blinked her eyes open, squinting at the light, and then swallowed. Ugh, morning mouth. “What?” She mumbled, lifting a hand to run her fingers through the other woman’s hair.

Belle sighed happily at the fingers in her hair. “Feels nice, cherie.” She was still mostly asleep, but the fingers in her hair were bringing her around. She was impressed with Jim’s liver, her mouth didn’t at all taste like old whiskey and sadness like it usually did after drinking.

Wait, didn’t Jim have short hair? She frowned and pulled back, studying the brunette next to her. The girl at the bar was a redhead. At least Belle was pretty sure about that. She looked down at herself, then covered her eyes with a hand. “Bonjour Madame Kirk.”

Hermione blinked her eyes again, a few times, as the sleep started to melt away. She became more aware of her surroundings, and realized that ‘cherie’ wasn’t exactly a word that Jim would use. Then the blonde covered her eyes and confirmed the suspicion that had started to grow in Hermione’s mind. This wasn’t Jim. This was Belle, the woman that Jim had traded with.

“Oh!” She sat up a little, pulling the sheet around herself. “Hello. Good morning.”

Belle was a little offended that she didn’t get the option of pulling the sheet over herself, but she shrugged it off and got out of bed. At least Jim had the good grace to wear boxers. She put her hand down and looked around. “Where’s your bathroom? If you chuck my clothes in at me I’ll shower up ‘n’ be outta your hair.”

“Oh, no, really, it’s okay.” Hermione said, lifting her hand to cover her own eyes. Awkward, right? She cleared her throat, reaching around behind her for her bath robe. “...I’m assuming this means Jim’s at your place. I’ll um... can I at least offer you some breakfast?” SHe asked, climbing up out of bed to pull on her robe. She kept her back turned to give Belle some privacy.

“I guess he must be.” Belle noted, running her hand through her hair. “Don’t worry too much about breakfast.” She finally found the bathroom and shut herself into it. This was the exact opposite of smooth. She sighed and started up the shower.

Hermione found some clothes for Bella, and moved to the bathroom. She tossed them in without poking her head in, and then pulled the door closed again before dressing herself. Wow. Very much unsmooth, Hermione. But then again, what had she really been expecting? She just wanted Jim back to normal. She hadn’t thought of how it would happen.

Belle yelled ‘Merci!’ when Hermione tossed her clothes in. She dried and dressed quickly, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. It would have time to dry properly later.

She felt bad about the way she’d woken up, even if it wasn’t intentional. She was pretty sure prolonging her presence there would only make things more awkward, and she didn’t want to interrupt when Jim got home and they were properly reunited. “I’ll show- aw crap, I need to call a cab or something.” Her cab expenses were intense in America. She wondered if she could get comped for some of them.

Hermione was in the kitchen when Belle came out of the shower. “You can take my car.” Hermione offered, turning to look at her with a smile. “I mean, Jim’s at your place, he’ll need a ride home, anyway, right?” She was trying desperately to make this less awkward.

“That’s true.” Belle said with a nod. “I’ll call him so he knows t’ stay put.” She smiled, trying to cover up the intense awkward. She could deal with this. It wasn’t like they’d done it on purpose.

“Thanks.” Hermione said. She wasn’t sure why she was thanking the other woman. They didn’t even know eachother, really, even though Hermione was now intimately acquainted with Belle’s body. “...um... you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. Or need. There’s coffee.” She didn’t want to crowd the other woman, though, so she moved to the table to sit with her newspaper.

Bella laughed. “No, thank you, Mrs. Kirk. I’ll leave now, no doubt you’re anxious t’ see your husband again and I don’t want him t’ scare Vanille.” She smiled sweetly. “But I’ll send over some cookies or somethin’ for you both.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” Hermione said. She hadn’t quite reached the table and sat yet, so she simply turned around on the spot and held her coffee mug with both hands. “But thank you. For the offer. Oh! Yes, you’ll need a phone.” She dashed to the counter and picked up a phone, then handed it over to Belle. “Here. For the phone call.”

Belle laughed. “Oh yeah, huh. Thanks.” She smiled at Hermione and dialed her number. Hopefully Jim was either awake and still there or asleep.

There’d been more awkward wake ups. But Jim was an expert at escaping womens’ apartments and he was out on the street and moving away quickly when the phone buzzed. His eyes were a little bleary and his mouth tasted like booze and strange lady.

“Huhn?”

Hermione moved over to the table and sat down to flip open the newspaper while Belle spoke with Jim over the phone.

“Where are you? I’m gonna come bring you your wife’s car.” She frowned a little at the phone. “Are you even awake?”

“A little groggy. Nice place you left me in.” He rubbed the back of his neck. At least it hadn’t a been a man. That would have been weird.

“She was pretty, at least. Not as pretty as your wife, but I was drunk.” She felt a little embarrassed. “Sorry about that, too. You might still be a little drunk.”

“Oh, I’m still a little drunk,” Jim snickered. “And she had fantastic tits. Good eye. And hand. Good hand.”

Belle snickered. “Shush, you. Pick an intersection and stop, I’ll be there tout suite.”

He looked up at the nearest one and rattled it, before flopping onto the curve. “This is better than your period.”

“Oh, you’re bein’ such a baby. Like you’ve never been drunk before.” She sighed and shook her head. “I’ll be there soon. Gonna hand the phone t’ your wife, let you say hi and stuff.” She handed the phone over to Hermione.

“You know how to hit it hard,” Jim said, grinning a bit.

Hermione accepted the phone from Belle with a grin, and handed over the keys to her car in return. “Hello?” She said after bringing the phone to her ear. “Jim?”

“Hey,” he said, roughly. “I think I need the hair of the dog.”

Belle took the keys and waved to Hermione, mouthing ‘thank you’ before she scampered out to rescue Jim from the perils of morning drunkenness.

Hermione waved to Belle with a smile, feeling a little less awkward now she had her husband’s voice in her ear. “Well, Belle’s on the way to rescue you now.” She said into the phone. “Hold tight. I’ll take care of you when you get home.”

“My head is killing me. That woman knows how to party.” Jim laughed, then groaned and covered his head. He really wanted a nap.

“Just sit tight. She’ll bring you the car, you can come home, drink some water, some tylenol, and take a really long sleep.” Hermione wasn’t all that used to hangovers. She’d only had a handful in her life.

“Love you..good to hear your voice, even if I heard it last night.” Jim smiled lopsidedly. It felt good to be a man again.