Isabela Rivaini (cptnopants) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-22 23:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hikaru sulu, isabela, james kirk |
Was she having emotions? She was having emotions
Who: Isabela and Kirk, with a tiny smattering of Sulu
What: aftermath of getting clobbered
When: Today, morningish
Where: Sulu's apartment
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Kirk had discovered the best cure for a beating and strangling was to pass out on a woman's breasts.
Because they were soft. And warm.
The warm breasts he was passed out into were attached to Isabela, who was laying on an air mattress, awake and wishing she wasn't. Though there were certainly worse ways to be, even then. Kirk was warm and snuggly, and she'd never admit it but she liked that in a man.
The man was drugged to high heaven, probably to a greater extent than Isabela was. And he'd do it again. It was fun. And he got to be defendy, which he liked. And she kicked ass too. Which he liked more.
He deserved the good drugs. Isabela was somewhat inwardly devestated by the amount of damage that had been done. She wanted to smack him for taking point like that - no one should be getting injured because of her. Then there was the realisation that if she'd been alone, she'd probably have been dead.
She tried not to think about that, and nervously stroked her fingers through his hair.
Hopefully Sulu wouldn't mind. Too much. At least they hadn't bled all over his car; small miracles. Kirk stirred a bit, looking rather vunerable. A little broken, even.
Sulu was mainly in his kitchen, drinking coffee and pretending that today wasn't happening, because his car wasn't even back yet.
Isabela looked down at him, and ruffled his hair more. There was something about how he looked like this that stirred at things in her chest. Like... emotions. She was having emotions. The painkillers kept her from running away screaming.
Emotions were troublesome. Kirk had that effect on women. Not all of them, but plenty. He stirred, face contorting in a grimace, "Baby, reminds me to not play chicken with a garbage truck again."
"I'll be sure to remind you of that the next time a garbage truck is charging at you," Isabela murmured.
He patted her cheek and winked. Although it was more of a grimace again, since one eye was swollen shut, "I'm going to be real pretty going camping." He might have to postpone it a week..
Since her own eye was still quite a bit puffy, she completely understood. She thought, though, that he looked all rugged and sexy beat up like that, as long as she ignored the whole 'this is my fault' part.
She smirked at him, "The bears will try to mate with you, that's how pretty you are."
"That's what I've always wanted." His voice sounded hoarse. Why did his--oh yeah, something about being choked by a metal pipe. Was it a metal pipe? Things were fuzzy, it couldn't possibly be a human arm...
"I'm sure..." Isabela pulled him up a bit, so she could plant a kiss on his forehead.
"Nn..." Was she having emotions? She was having emotions. He'd run away if he wasn't drugged to hell and back.
Shit, was he having emotions? His eyes regarded hers.
If it was any consolation, she was trying very hard not to have emotions. She couldn't meet his eyes when they regarded hers, instead deciding to be very interested in the wall behind him.
Shit. Shit shit.
Kirk took a few deep breaths, trying to not groan at the straining of his ribs. It was okay. It'll be okay. She was as allergic to commitment as he was.
"I should... go... you need rest." Isabela looked around for an escape route from the blankets she was in.
And a Kirk on top of her. He laughed, then groaned, and took her hand, "Yeah. NOt letting you go anywhere. We're both too pretty."
It didn't make sense after he'd said it.
"You're so very high, James. You know that, right?" Isabela teased, then flopped back against the mattress and let out a long sigh, "I should at least tell Sulu what's gone on. You need taking care of."
"mm, what about my sexy nurse?" He kissed her fingers.
"I think you need more help than this sexy nurse can provide," she laughed and shook her head at him.
"I'm on pills, I'm patched up. Rather not let you out of my sight."
"You're not patched up, James. You've got broken ribs and things, and you need to lie still and behave, not play naughty doctor with the naughty nurse," Isabela sighed, "You're horrible, you know, and just like me. It's insane. I don't know how the world can handle two of us."
"I've got to go camping, you can escape my view then," He retorted, sucking on one fingertip. He wouldn't mind her coming along.
Well that was never happening. The outdoors had squirrels, and squirrels were vicious, biting bastards.
"I'm not trying to ... Mmnnhg... escape anything," she moaned. The finger sucking was just EVIL, and she thwaped him on the nose with her free hand.
That brought a grin to his lips, and made him feel infinitely better, "What sort of absurd sex act should we make up?"
"The sort of absurd sex act where we lay here and stay quiet, because you're on painkillers and were nearly choked to death, and I'm not in the mood."
His smile faded a little bit, and he silently reached up, stroking her cheek.
She took his hand and used it to drag him up a bit further, so she could kiss him on the lips. Emotions were definitely happening, and she was having an increasingly hard time keeping them under wraps.
They could blame it on the drugs later. Right now he was kissing her back, protective at first, and a little ouchy. Fight/flight responses were getting mixed up.
Isabela's fight or flight response had been tackled by a guy named Kirk, James T. She was at least smart enough to pull away before the kiss got too loaded for either of them to handle. She put an arm around him and cradled him against her a bit, then reached up and put a finger to her lips, "Not a word to anyone about this."
He nodded his head, grimaced, and then patted her lip with a finger before settling down.
She cuddled him a bit, then decided to get some more sleep, herself.
Sulu came in later, shook his head, and covered them both back up with the blankets.