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A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-10-03 17:41:00

Who: Kirk and Diana
What: Mistakes Were Made
When: Last week
Where: I have no idea
Status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for implied sexy times.



There were several people that Kirk hadn’t wanted to be around on a day like today. He didn’t need to hurt Anne again, and making things awkward with Clara wasn’t something he wanted other. But naturally he was near the one that he hadn’t already slept with, and her proximity was making it difficult to think.

He’d always been attracted, but Diana had always been in that do not touch sort of area. No desire to toy with her feelings, and a general enjoyment of a genuine platonic friendship.

And yet right now he wanted to push her into the wall and pull her legs up over his shoulders. He found a bottle of water and guzzled it.

“I think I want the text message screw ups back.”
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Diana didn’t want to admit how often she’d entertained thoughts of sex with Jim in particular. She really really didn’t want to make things weird, but it wasn’t like she didn’t know how things would end if she went past the random intoxication-potion induced kiss. She didn’t want to be the girl with terrible taste in guys, but she seemed to pick the ones that weren’t able to feel the same way she felt about them...or the ones that did, but then suddenly fell for another girl...only to try to stay with her because of some misplaced need to hold onto the familiar.

Of course, the OC had seen fit to have her revisit the more physical parts of her relationship with Adam and she was frustrated enough that it almost made it easier to accept the way she was feeling now...even if she knew (deep down) that it was a bad idea.

“I could do without accidentally sending my dad awkward things, really.” But Jim...she studied him for a moment, trying to figure out how she wanted to handle this, because she was really quite distracted by the way a stray drop of water was making its way down his chin and neck. She wanted to use her tongue to trace the same path. She really shouldn’t be thinking about this, but it was apparently all she could think about.

“I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I’ve been thinking about the fact that you are definitely wearing too many clothes right now.”

“I think we’re on the same page,” Jim agreed, his eyes following the curve of her throat and imagining just what her pulse might taste like. Despite that, his hands dug into the railing he was standing next to, as he tried not to give in to real, if somewhat unexpected desires.

Diana watched him, looked at the way his hands held onto something as if he was stopping himself. If they both wanted it, why stop? There was a voice in the back of her mind that was trying to tell her just why it was a bad idea, but she wasn’t really focusing on that part of her.

She stepped a little closer to him. “So we both want the same thing?” Maybe it was a bad idea. Probably it was a bad idea. That didn’t change how she was feeling at that moment. Not at all. “So why aren’t we doing it?”

Jim looked her over, then let go of the railing and reached for her. Pulling Diana in, Kirk caught her lips with his own, then spun her around and pressed her against a wall. It was a bad idea, but if they were going to do this bad idea, Jim was going to make Diana forget why it was a bad idea.

Diana wanted this. She wanted the feeling of his body pressed against her and his lips on hers. She wanted more. Her hands framed his face briefly before sliding down over his chest. If she’d been in any sort of other mood, she would have been more aware of her surroundings. As it was, she was very much not aware of anything other than the need to get Jim out of his shirt. She was beginning to regret her decision to wear skinny jeans today because she felt too warm now.

The kiss deepened, until Diana was the only thing Jim knew. He stripped her, and himself, and spent probably just a little too long exploring every bit of Diana’s body. He wanted her to enjoy this, to remember it, to be driven to the point of going crazy before he brought her back down.

If they were in this situation, Jim was going to make the best of it, and if by making the best of it meant ensuring Diana couldn’t remember her name, or walk all that well by the time they were done, then so be it.

It didn’t take long for her to stop thinking about anything else outside of what was happening and she forgot why everything was a bad idea. At least while it was happening and a little while after it was over.

Once she was back to the Diana that wasn’t apparently unable to think of anything else other than having sex with Jim, she was very still at first. She was afraid to move and go back to the person that she was. Afraid to break the moment and have to live with what happened. So for the moment she just stayed as still as she could and avoided eye contact. Surely life operated on the same terms as a T-Rex. If you didn’t move, it didn’t notice?

Jim didn’t say anything right away either, instead nuzzling at the crux of Diana’s neck. This was safer than actually talking, even if he did want to tell her that it had been amazing. Because it had been. He finally pulled his head back, stroking his hand down Diana’s side. “So…”

Diana stayed still. Her breaths were controlled. It had been amazing, but it was almost like that time in the dreams when her and Adam had slept together. It was good and she’d enjoyed it, but there was a feeling of wrongness about it. Once he spoke, she let out a small sigh, a sound of defeat. The universe had spotted her. “So,” she replied quietly. “That was not what I meant...to have happen.” A beat. “I mean, obviously before I meant for it, but before that.” She probably sounded like a jerk. “Is this just another thing we don’t talk about?”

“It depends on if you want to talk about it.” Jim could feel a crick in his back, but he wasn’t sure it was safe to move yet. It might… expose them more to each other, and while she was certainly beautiful he didn’t want this even more awkward.

Though he was more worried for her than him.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t know how to not talk about it.” She sighed again and pressed her face against his shoulder. “It wasn’t a bad experience. So you know. Definitely enjoyable. I just…” If she’d been standing in front of him instead of well...where she was, she’d probably have gestured vaguely. As it was, she didn’t. She just trailed off. “I blame the dreams. How many times does a girl have to dream certain things before it’s considered cruel and unusual punishment?” And as much as she didn’t really want to mention it, this did help work out some of her dream frustrations.

“This place is pretty good at messing with people, though.”

“Twice,” Kirk confirmed. He’d never had his repeat themselves, but these new ones were following many similar themes.

Twice. Diana pulled back just enough to look at him. “This has happened to you more than once?” Because the idea of this being a recurring issue was particularly concerning. She did not want to do this more than this one time. At least not with the OC interfering.

“Not the… this.” Kirk gestured between them. “But bad dreams feeling like cruel and unusual punishment. Repeat themes, if not the same.”

Diana nodded. “Oh. Yes. Dreams. Right.” She felt...a little more relieved, but she was going to hope that she never had more than one set of dreams. Especially considering everything she’d dreamt so far. But he was right. Some people had two separate dream states. Sometimes more. “I really don’t want to dream another set of dreams, so maybe I’ll get lucky.”

(She wouldn’t.)

She sighed. “We should...probably...get dressed.”

“I’m admiring the view,” Jim teased, gently tucking some hair behind Diana’s ear. Which was a dangerous game on top of an already dangerous game. He wished they hadn’t been pushed into this. Like it was somehow tainted. But it probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise and it was better than them being drunk.

Diana was fairly certain her eyes were in serious danger of rolling out of her head at that moment. “Yes, well…” She cleared her throat before attempting a subtle once-over that was really not as subtle as she’d have liked. “I guess that makes two of us.” Because there was absolutely no way she was going to convince anyone that she hadn’t done the same thing. “But still doesn’t change the fact that we should put clothes on...Maybe find somewhere a little less here to be. Wherever here is.”

Jim nodded, stepping away from her finally and trying to find out where his pants were. He’d have them beamed up, replicate something for her to eat and then beam her home. It was the least he could do, anyway. And at least on the Enterprise they weren’t suddenly going to try to tear each others’ clothing off again.