A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-02 14:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hermione granger, james kirk |
Who: Jim and Hermione
When: Sunday night, August 25
Where: Their place
What: Married Life, keepin’ it real.
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for strip black jack.
Status: Complete
Hermione was already down two shoes, a sweatshirt and her socks. Four items of clothing left. She wondered for a moment if Jim was letting her win, or if he was already drunk enough that she was winning, or if he simply was wearing less items of clothing than she was… or if she was just really good at blackjack.
He had two socks, his boxers, and a starfleet pendant he’d bought off Ebay. And maybe he was letting her win. Only he wouldn’t really do that…
But it was pretty fun, anyway. “Hit me.”
Hermione flipped over a card. They were taking turns playing the house, or the dealer, or whatever it was called. To be honest, Hermione didn’t know a whole lot about the game. She understood the mechanics, she understood the way the cards worked, the chance behind it, but she didn’t really have a lot of experience. She was enjoying learning from her husband’s teachings, though. As always.
That gave Jim 20. The odds of an Ace being next were astronomical. So he just grinned. “Okay, hold.” He doubted the dealer had the only hand that could beat him without going bust. Hermione needed 21 to win, no higher, no lower.
Hermione nodded. She turned to her own hand. Sixteen. “Here goes.” And she flipped over a Jack. Bust. A chuckle escaped her. “Welp, you got that one.” And she reached down to tug her shirt up and over her head.
Jim grinned stupidly, watching her remove her shirt with a fond look on his face. He leaned forward and rested his chin on his hands. “Looking good.”
It was amazing how the lingerie changed when Hermione got married. Before Jim, it was all white, cream, pink, one black bra. Now she had matching bra and panty sets in every color of the rainbow, every fabric known to man. And some others. She was wearing his favorite tonight. “Your deal.”
“You wore that on purpose,” he retorted, dealing out and grinning as he flipped the first dealer’s card, a four.
Hermione chuckled softly. “There’s no rule about what kind of undergarments I’m allowed to wear when we play.” She said, breaking into a grin at his first card. “Good luck with that. Can I get you another beer?”
“There should be. What you’re wearing is patently criminal,” Jim said. He flashed his wife a grin, and ran a toe up her shin.
Hermione chuckled. “What you’re doing is a blatant distraction ploy. I’m just wearing knickers.” Oh, yes, the ones that match the amazing bra. It really did wonders for her body.
“A hit for the dealer, and do you want to stay?” Rub rub. “Or hit?” stroke stroke.
“Uhhhh…” nudge nudge. “....hit me.” Hermione was distracted. It was obvious in how long it took her to do the math in her head.
Jim flipped the card over, grinning as he did so! It flopped in front of Hermione, an eight!
“I think you may have stacked the deck.” She smirked.
“Yes,” he replied, not even denying it, as he pulled up another card, bringing himself to 16. She couldn’t see his hidden card, though.
Hermione laughed. “You know you don’t need cards and drinks to get me naked, right?” She said, then withdrew and climbed to her feet. Probably really bad form to leave the hand right in the middle, but they were both out of drink. She grabbed his empty glass, and her own, and went to the kitchen to refill them.
Jim turned to watch her go, forgetting about cards. “But where’s the challenge in that? You’re winning, you know.”
“I know.” She bent down to get something out of a cupboard. She didn’t really need anything, but she liked giving him a show when she felt his eyes on her. A moment later, she returned with their drinks and slipped back into her chair.
“Where were we?”
“Uh.” He replied intelligently.
“That’s right. I was winning.” Hermione tapped the cards on the table.
“I concede.” And then? Jim Kirk stripped on down.
Hermione gave a little laugh, then lifted her glass and watched. “We should have music and a pole.” You know, since he was stripping for her.
She got his boxers tossed into her face for her remark!
Hermione tossed his boxers onto the growing pile of laundry, then tugged off her own jeans to join them. The bra and panty set were his favorite. Matching, lacy, whatever. Hermione didn’t pay it much mind, she just wore the ones he said he liked.
“I might need help with the rest.” She said, stepping forward so he could finish the job.
“Maybe we’ll just keep it on,” he replied, tilting her head up by the chin to kiss her deeply. There were a lot of times where he was wondering when it would all crash down around him, but this wasn’t one of them.
She just kissed him back with passion. It was fun. Being sexy, flirtatious, being a good wife. It was all a ton of fun. Hermione was still sort of wondering when the hard stuff was going to hit--she knew it would, eventually. There were going to be rough patches… right? Fighting or going to bed angry? Without angry sex? In moments like these, though, those worries went out the window. Everything was perfect.