A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-29 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, isabela, james kirk, miriel |
"This is..how do I... You've ruined me for other women!"
Who: Kirk and Bela, also featuring Miriel
What: Committiphobes...commit?
When: Right after McCoy and Scotty dropped Kirk off at Miriel's.
Where: M's apartment
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Kirk found himself stonewalled by Miriel, the woman having opened the door as he walked up. She'd been heading out, but now? Now she was staring the man down. He could swear he heard a rattle somewhere. Must be his imagination.
There was no rattling that Isabela was aware of. She was in Miriel's kitchen, doing her best to drink the woman out of house and home, just as she'd promised. Where coffee was concerned, anyway.
She waltzed into the living room with her now full again mug, and eyed the door with one eyebrow raised, "What's all this?"
Jim still looked a wee bit like hell, only now he had stitches in his face and probably elsewhere. He waved good heartedly at her, "Hey Bela, your girlfriend won't let me in."
"She isn't my girlfriend." Miriel squinted at him.
"She's so quick to make that distinction, have you noticed?" Isabela chirped, from behind Miriel, then poked her head around to get a good look at him. She rolled her eyes, then shook her head and sighed, "What happened to you NOW?"
"I think she protests too much," Kirk quipped in return. Then he grinned sheepishly, "Cougar got a bit too excited." While he was all for teasing McCoy and Scotty for attracting the thing since he didn't blame them, he wasn't about to blame anyone but himself to other people.
Miriel rolled her eyes, "This the guy that took a beating for you?"
"I think what you mean to ask is, 'Is this the royal idiot who got between Arry and your face?' but yes, he is. And looking worse than when I last saw him, which is saying quite a lot."
She poked Miriel on the arm, "Are you going to let him in, Miri?"
"I don't know, if you're my girlfriend I should be more jealous." Miriel stepped aside, letting Kirk in. The man gave her a smile and surprisingly didn't make the threesome joke that had come to mind.
"We'd make some sort of gorgeous three-way relationship, though. You should consider it," Isabela winked at Miriel to show she was joking. Apparently Kirk had mental fortitude that she lacked.
On the contrary, Kirk looked releived! At least one of them had managed it! Miriel pinched the bridge of her nose, "If you two promise to behave, I need to go."
"Yes mom." Jim threw her his best grin.
"We'll be on our best behaviour, promise!" Isabela grinned, but there was a trace of mischevious glint in her eyes, despite her promises.
Miriel made a mental note to pick up disinfectant, but gave them both an accepting smile. She gestured at Kirk, "I know a cop." Then she was gone.
"I know a cop?" Jim shook his head, and laughed.
He took a seat, heavily, watching Isabela for a moment. Now that he was with her he was thinking this was a stupid idea.
"Well, you'd better behave and keep your hands to yourself, James, because she knows a cop," Isabela was amused, though the amusement faded a bit as she watched him sit, "You're in rough shape again, you stupid man."
"I had an unfortunate encounter," He admitted. "Bones fixed me up good as new, though." Painful, painfully so. He leaned on his knees, eyes checking her out for anything new.
Isabela herself was free of any new marks. The ones on her face had nearly disappeared, the stitches neatly removed by Faiza. The only sign of her recent troubles was the bandage on her arm.
She didn't know what she was going to do with Kirk, though. He was trouble, and not in the traditional sense. It was all well and good to go getting into adventures with midgets and things, but he was making her care about his wellbeing. THAT was a bad thing.
"I think I could spare some of my painkillers if you like. The ER gave me a huge bottle of the stuff."
Kirk was glad for that much, and that was a little too evident on his face. At least there was no problem from midgets. Thought that would be easier to face than this.
How does one committiphobe tell another he really likes her more than he should?
This was a little awkward. Well, really, a LOT awkward. Which was odd, because Isabela'd really wanted to see him again after the last time. Except that now that he was here and looking at her like that, she wanted to run away, screaming.
Commitment tended to have that effect on her.
"Well," she let out a breath and stared at him for a moment, while trying to come up with something to say, "Coffee?"
Jim had wanted to see her badly, too. Especially as he was driving home and praying his back didn't open up again from its makeshift packing. She was more than just a sexy nurse. That realization was terrifying.
His voice was raspy, "Yeah.."
"I'll just... yeah," Isabela pointed towards the kitchen and nodded. Her own mug was still fresh, but she brought it with her anyway. When she got to the kitchen, she added some whiskey to it.
She poured Jim a mug and added some whiskey to his, too, just for good measure, then handed it over.
"Just the way I like it. Irish." Jim took and long sip, and found the whiskey immediately helping. And mixing niiicely with the painkillers he'd taken. He patted the couch next to him, "Gaila discovered porn that looked a lot like you. Not as hot, but still."
"Watching porn with me? Naughty boy," Isabela quipped, while taking a seat next to him. The coffee and whiskey combination was like liquid courage, which ... if that term wasn't coined already, she was going to coin it, herself.
"Its hard not to watch, babe." He put an arm around her, guzzling his coffee a bit. He looked towards the window, half expecting to see McCoy and Scotty pressed against it watching them to make sure he didn't fuck it up.
"I'll give you that," Isabela nodded and knocked back a little more liquid courage, herself, "Porn IS entertaining to watch. Especially porn with girls that look like me."
The arm hadn't gone unnoticed, either, and Isabela found herself snuggling in against him a bit before she realised or stopped herself.
"Especially the twins," he replied, kissing the side of her head before he could stop himself.
Was he kissing the side of her head, was he... The sound of breaks screeching could be heard in Isabela's head again, but this time she wasn't sure if she wanted to pay attention to that signal or ignore it.
"Ooo, twins..."
She nuzzled her cheek against him a bit. Harmless flirting was all that was, honestly!
"Yeah, they were enjoying each other more than the guy." His lips moved to her ear.
"I love it when that happens," she purred, and pushed her ear against his lips. Her ear was one of her weak spots, and he knew it, which was another reason why Kirk was trouble.
He knew it well. He had a general idea of most of her weak spots, and he was exploiting the one on her ear mercilessly. The Irish whiskey was fully responsible. really.
Sure, blame the whiskey.
This was the exact opposite of the behaving that she promised Miriel she would do, but Isabela wasn't sure she cared. She tilted her ear a little bit more and let out a series of purrs and moans.
Those were wonderful sounds and he almost forgot himself, but heroically, he pulled away. "This is..how do I... You've ruined me for other women!"
He sounded like he was actually acusing her, and she pulled away a bit to give him a look like 'really!?'.
"I've RUINED you have I? THAT'S not a very nice thing to say to the woman whose ear you've just been kissing at."
Kirk grinned at her, "I'm not sure how else to say it. I'm not accusing you of anything, I actually...don't really mind."
"Well maybe _I_ mind!"
It took a bit for the full meaning of his words to hit her, then suddenly she blinked her eyes a few times and stared at him, "Wait, what?"
Kirk grimaced, "You're a beautiful woman. Smart, funny, sexy and a little slutty. I actually feel guilty hitting on other women."
"Well I..."
There was another long pause, and Isabela took that time while the gears in her head ground around to finish off her irish coffee.
"... really?"
"Really."
"... That's not something I figured would ever come out of your mouth."
"Me neither." He pulled her into his lap, nuzzling at her neck.
"Should I be on your lap? I'm not going to break anything, am I?" Isabela tilted her neck a bit, and ground her hips against him. If she could move this in the direction of shameless sex on Miriel's couch, maybe they could stop talking about this feelings and emotions nonsense.
"You might pull the stitches. But worth it." Jim groaned, stilling her hips with his hands, "Easy. Maybe you'll earn it if we talk this out."
Shit.
"You're really favoring talk over sex?" she looked into his eyes, and frowned, "Blast, you're serious about this."
"Fuck me but I am." He nodded his head, holding her eyes with his.
In response to this, Isabela got up off of his lap, "I... fuck..."
"We could go on like we have, and probably be dead before we're thirty. Or we could give this a shot and go where neither of us have really gone before."
"Oh that's brilliant, did you practise that?"
"No, actually." He laughed, getting to his feet and gently taking her hand, "Give me two reasons not to try."
"I'm about to pee my pants with terror," she blurted out, then blinked and looked off to the side, "I'm not sure that's a reason."
He shook his head, touching her chin and turning her face towards his, "Its not."
"James..." Isabela let out a long sigh, "We aren't commitment people. How long do you think we'd even LAST?"
"I don't have an answer for that," He admitted. "But longer than we'd think. I think my record is a month and a half." Pulling her against him, he added jokingly, "You're worth at least twice that."
"Oh at least twice that. That's generous of you."
He grinned at her, "Three times?"
She chewed her lip, "Miriel would tell me this is a horrible time for this, and that I'm using you to get over being beat up by a man who wasn't even my boyfriend. Then she'd lecture me and never let you in here again."
Kirk cupped her cheek, stroking it with his thumb, "And do you do everything Miriel tells you to do? Because I don't think you'd be using me for anything."
Her eyes hardened a bit with resolve, and she shook her head, "No, I don't do everything she tells me to. I'm not a victim, either, and I don't have to act like one."
Kirk pulled away slightly, giving her enough room to make any decisions by herself.
He might have crossed fingers behind his back.
It was a stupid idea, but it might be fun to try it and see people's reactions to the two of them as a couple. Couple. She repeated the word a few times in her head until it stopped sounding like the name of some kind of nightmare monster.
"A couple..." Jim pulled her close again, and kissed her as if to seal the agreement.