Hermione Granger studies harder than you. (her_my_nee) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-13 11:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hermione granger, james kirk |
Who: Jim Kirk and Hermione Granger Kirk
When: Oct 1
Where: Their place
What: Being married? Talking about his funk?
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete
Hermione came home from class and dropped her books on the dining table. “Jim?” She called out, wondering where her husband was. Things had been a bit strange around here lately, a bit stressed after the OC’s latest weirdness. She was hoping that things would go back to normal, but so far…
Well, maybe now she had an afternoon off with no class and no homework they could reconnect.
Jim had been having a crisis of sorts. Being in any one place too long usually did that to him and this was the longest he’d been in one place since he was a kid. It was grating on him and the paranoia and other things had only made it worse. He felt really horrible, and he didn’t see a fix in sight.
Hermione was pulling off her sweater as she headed down the hallway. “Jim?” She asked again, then leaned in through the doorway of the bedroom. “Where are you?”
“In here,” He replied from the bedroom. His hair was unkempt, he was just wearing boxers, and he was playing with his Wii.
(That’s what she said.)
“Hello, Love.” Hermione stepped into the room and tossed her sweater onto the bed. After stealing a quick kiss from her husband, she climbed onto the bed and flopped down. “Whatcha playing?”
“I don’t know. Pikmin I think.” He wasn’t really paying attention to it. Really, with the Enterprise still out of commission, Spock disappearing again, and his own issues, he didn’t really care.
Hermione turned to look at him, resting her head on her fist, her elbow on the bed propping her up. “...Do you want me to stay and play with you?” She asked. She could think of far better ways to spend their time besides playing a silly video game.
Jim smiled at her. “Maybe. Could use some help with my dudes.” He reached over to rub a hand along her arm.
"You may have to remind me how to play this game." She said, giving him a smile. She took hold of his hand and laced her fingers with his.
“Yeah, I think I need to be reminded too,” he said, smirking a little. His mood was still a little sour, but it was improving. Slowly.
Hermione slowly broke into an even more wicked smile. She tugged on his hand, pulling him down to lay with her on the bed. “Maybe we can remind each other?”
“But honey I want to play with my wii!”
Hermione snorted. “I do, too. That’s why… oh, nevermind.” She sat up and grabbed for a controller. “All right. Little pink men?”
“I think so. I don’t actually know what I’m doing, I might also be a little drunk. Hey.” He laughed, and wrapped his arms around her.
Hermione chuckled a little and leaned in against his chest. “...so, just mash buttons until the pretty lights on the screen flash, then.” She said, and started doing just that.
Hey, she was pretty good at this game.
“Hey! You’re doing it.” He kissed her shoulder, then flopped back on his back and yawned.
"Apparently I have a knack for these things," Hermione said, breaking into a grin. She turned to look at him, her expression softening. "You okay?"
“Tired. Bored. Bored of being tired. Tired of being bored.” Jim looked over at her and smiled.
He may have been smiling, but Hermione looked concerned. “What’s got you bored?” She asked, the frown spreading. “You’re bored with the game, or with... life?”
“Everything. Just bored with everything. I’m feeling disconnected, like I don’t belong. I don’t particularly feel like myself.” Jim shrugged.
“What… can we do?” Hermione asked, flopping back down onto the bed beside him. She set the remote control down, and turned to face her husband. “What can I do to help?” She asked, nervous and feeling helpless.
“I don’t know.” Jim stared hard at the ceiling. He had a lot of thoughts, a lot of feelings. How to tell Hermione them was proving to be a difficult question. “I don’t belong,” he repeated.
“Don’t belong?” Hermione repeated after him, in her own way attempting to urge him on. She didn’t want to assume things, but her heart was starting to thunder.
“It’s nothing.” He waved his hand and rolled over, blowing a raspberry on her stomach.
The raspberry on her tummy caused her to buckle in half, giving a laugh that she hadn’t expected. It tickled. She was still concerned, but was willing to let it go if he really wanted to. Both of her hands came down and tangled in his hair as she laughed.
Jim had no desire to keep this conversation going. He was depressed, he knew that much, but Hermione did a lot to help him fight that feeling. His raspberries turned into nibbles.
Her laughter turned into giggles, then a happy smile. She threaded and re-threaded her fingers into his hair, running her nails gently along his scalp. “So… you’re convinced I’m not having an affair?”
“Yeah. I’m convinced. I’m sorry I was an idiot. I don’t even know what got over me.” He looked at her apologetically. “Forgive me?”
Hermione nodded. Her hand petted through his hair again. “You’re it for me. I just want to make sure you know that.”
“I don’t think I’m worthy,” Jim admitted. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m made for this.”
“Welcome to my world.” Hermione said, absent-mindedly. She ran her fingers along his scalp, holding him close, though her eyes stayed trained on the ceiling.
“Guess it isn’t always so instantly easy,” Jim replied. His eyes were closed, the fingers in his hair the best thing in the world right now.
“It was pretty easy at first, wasn’t it?” Hermione asked, her voice soft and low. Her fingers kept petting, all through their conversation. She wasn’t planning on stopping unless he pulled away.
“Yeah. Just seemed like the most natural thing in the world to do.” He looked up at her chin. “Still does, you know.”
“I know.” Hermione felt it. That same draw that pulled them together, the overwhelming love and devotion she’d had when they first got together… it was just as powerful now as before. She’d just never known how much work a relationship was going to take. The honeymoon phase was ending, and now it was time to focus on making this last.
She lifted her head a little so she could look down into his eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He brought her fingers over to his lips and kissed them lightly.
“Now come give me some sugar.” Hermione said, playfully and affectionately, “and then we can order Chinese.”