"I love having sex with you." Who: Evil!Jim and Hermione When: During the AU plot Where: Their bedroom What: Hermione figures out something’s wrong… only a little late Rating/Warning: NSFW Status: Complete
This was an interesting universe. Primitive. Easy to conquer. If only he could get the Enterprise to respond to him, but for some reason he was locked out of the ship’s systems. It wouldn’t even let him beam up. It’s like the ship knew. Or his other self was genre savvy enough to do something unique to prevent this.
Which was kind of ridiculous but so were the circumstances. Like being married. Married. But she was a tiger in the sack and he took a perverse pleasure in plowing another man’s wife.
Hermione was insatiable today. It came and went sometimes, but there was something about her husband that made Hermione want it. A lot. Hardcore. Especially when he looked a little scruffy, and brushed her off a bit. She’d pinned him down, and he’d pinned her down, and the two of them went at it like they’d never done before. It was rough and sexy, and Hermione loved every second of it.
She was now collapsed on the bed, panting, sweaty, and grinning. her whole body was humming. “Jesus, Jim, where did that come from?” Sure she’d initiated it, but he’d gone way over the top. She loved it, but it had taken her by surprise.
Jim threw his head back and laughed. “I’ve been holding back lately. Figured I’d give you a taste of what I can do.”
“Well, don’t hold back any more,” Hermione commented, smirking a little, She turned and pressed some kisses against his chest. “It’s never been like that before.” Should have been her first clue.
Grinning, he stroked his fingers through Hermione’s hair, then nudged her head suggestively down his stomach. “Like it when you cut loose too.”
“Oh, yeah?” Hermione said, grinning as she started kissing lower and lower down his body. “I might have to cut loose with you more often,” she added, grinning as her face moved down just below his navel, kissing his skin gently while her hands moved down his legs, up over his chest.
Grunting, Jim could scarcely contain a feral grin. He usually had to cajol most of his Captain’s women into doing this, but his pansy’s wife was like some kind of wild sex maniac. He’d have to look for a Hermione if he ever got back.
Or maybe he’d stay put. He could get used to it here.
That was where Hermione stopped trying for conversation. She moved down further, using her mouth to kiss him everywhere, taking him into her mouth, sliding her tongue along his most sensitive spots. Sure, they’d just done it, sure it may take him a little bit to get back into it--or then again, maybe he’d be ready to go sooner than she expected. She was ready to go again.
Jim’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he plopped it against the pillow. He kind of wish that he knew her name, but that was okay. She was doing a damn good job of getting him ready to go again. “So good at this…God damn…” This was one of his favorite things. It was one of Good Jim’s too and he’s going to be so put out that he missed it!
Hermione was getting used to it. Jim was the first and only man she’d ever done this with or to. And the way he reacted taught her volumes about pressure, about strength, about how she should move her tongue or where he wanted her hands to be placed. She closed her eyes and moaned around him, letting her head bob up and down now along his length.
"Can I keep you?" He joked, watching her with an intense, needy expression in his eyes. He wanted to break her. Needed to break her. Later. After this. The sight of her mouth on him was too good to interrupt. But later he'd want to show her pain.
Hermione chuckled, withdrawing him completely from her mouth. “I think that’s what ‘in sickness and in health’ means.” She said, and then went back down again, now with more enthusiasm. Her head bobbed more hungrily, her tongue and lips explored with greater zest. Though, she wasn’t going to get him off this way. She wanted to save that for when she was on top of him, with him inside of her.
“Fuck.” He bucked his hips. “I need you. I need you now!”
Hermione released him, and crawled slowly up his body, kissing along the way.
He grabbed her, pulling her up roughly and kissing her just as hard as his fingers were digging into her skin. Then he flipped them around and positioned himself. Then, evilly, he teased her, like maybe he was just going to rub there and not go in.
She couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped her when he flipped her over. Her toes were curling against the bedspread now, legs spread for him. She whimpered, her knees trembling just a little. “Jim,” she breathed, her mouth searching for his.
That was enough for him. Kissing her was like kissing a stranger but that excited him and only spurred him to move into her, taking her like the end of the world was nigh and she was the last lay ever.
For some reason everything about this was new. It was like making love with him for the first time--only she was much more experienced now. She wasn’t fumbling with where to put her hands, or how to hold her legs. The previous go had her both excited and easy to pleasure, and it didn’t take long for her to gasp and moan out her second climax of the day. Her whole body tightened, arms and legs wrapped around him as she came.
It took a bit longer for him, since he’d already had a go. It let him savor and enjoy her without having to focus on holding out longer, which was one of the better parts about this. He pinned her down, arms over her head and ground himself into her. His other hand pawed at her hips, leaving finger-shaped bruises.
it became almost painful for her after the orgadm passed. Hermione wrapped one leg around him, clenching down on his length with her core muscles. She moaned gently, as knowing that she was preforming well for him was pleasurable, even if her climax ended. Though, he could hurry up now.
It took another minute or so before he was able to give in, leaning down and sucking on her shoulder with his teeth as he climaxed. One more thrust, then a second and he rolled onto his side with a groan.
Hell yeah he could get used to this. He just needed to find a way to make sure his ‘good’ self could never come back...
Hermione was gasping again as she flopped back down against her pillow. She chuckled softly. "I love having sex with you." The honeymoon phase was far from over in Hermione's mind.
“I’d love having sex with me too,” Jim said. He grinned at her and stretched his now aching muscles. He had a to-do list in his head and checked off bang another man’s wife. Next up was getting people into trouble and conquering this primitive Earth.
Hermione gave his stomach a swat, laughing, and rolled off of him onto her side. She reached for her robe. "Well, I'm thinking some tea and biscuits would hit the spot right about now." SHe mused as she pulled the robe onto her arms.
Brits and their tea. He watched her pull the robe on, twiddling his thumbs. “I think I want to go for a drive. Need me to pick anything up?”
"Chocolate covered hazelnuts." Hermione said, grinning. "I'll feed them to you tonight."
“Deal.” He got out of bed and dressed, discreetly pocketing the phaser as he headed for the door. He didn’t even bother with a kiss.
The lack of kiss was actually a red flag. Hermione watched him go, slowly growing angry. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She went to the kitchen to drown her anger in cookies.