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Who: Isabela and Kirk
What: Experiencing Bela's Yacht
When: recent
Where: out to see
Rating: Medium to high for flirting and dialogue
Status: complete



Kirk stood on deck, wearing little more than his boxers and Isabela’s captain’s hat, and sipping a beer as he looked up at the night sky. Out here, at sea and with only the running lights on, one could see the stars more clearly than almost any place on earth. And it was the seat of luxury, as Isabela’s party boat had proven to be larger and fancier than he’d expected. She owned a yacht. He’d never met anyone who’d owned a yacht before.

“How’d you get this beauty anyway? The Varuna?”

"Ah, well... That's a bit of a story." Isabela replied, darting her eyes off to the side slightly and taking a sip off of her own beer. She'd curled up on one of the sun pads on deck and was, as those into witchcraft liked to call it, completely 'skyclad'.

It was actually a somewhat chilly night, but Kirk had worked quite hard to warm the two of them up. "It starts with a very wealthy man who had a wealth of vices."

They were far from the coast with plenty more time ahead of them. It was probably good that they were getting along well - Kirk didn’t think swimming back would be particularly fun. He turned to admire the view, ad knocked back more of his beer as he stepped over. “Bet? Or seduced him out of it?”

Isabela snorted, "It was something like a bet, and maybe a little of seduction went along with it. He was a frequent flyer on British Airways, the type of man who likes to slap the arses of cute stewardesses as they walk down the aisles. I never minded, he tipped well enough. And he was the sort of older man who was handsome. Well dressed, highly regarded."

She shrugged a shoulder and took another swig of her beer. "By the time he propositioned me I'd already inducted plenty of people into the mile high club, but he offered me money for it. When we were caught and I lost my job, he offered me more to keep it all hush."

The man had been influential and rich enough that exposing his escapades to the world would have ruined him. Especially with a girl like her. She smirked, "I took every last cent he offered. I already knew how to sail thanks to- Well. Reasons. And I'd squirreled quite a bit of money away on my own. So... here we are."

It was the longest version of that story she'd ever told anyone, but Kirk was easy to speak to.

“Something tells me you could have taken him for even more,”Jim remarked. He took a seat next to Isabela, running his fingers down around her knee. “I don’t think you could have planned that any better than it turned out.”

"I probably could have," Isabela admitted, nodding her head. "He was very eager not to be seen with me in public. But there were other reasons to take the money he offered and run. Not the least of which was how quickly I could be free of him. If I'd set up some sort of stipend arrangement I'd have been under that man's thumb forever."

And Raj had also begged her not to drag their family's name further through the mud. She would have enjoyed flipping him off and doing whatever she wanted but there was still her sisters to consider.

"So. What do YOU do, then? Tell me a story."

Jim shook his head, not able to imagine any man that wouldn’t want to be seen with Isabela on his arm. Or in his lap. “I’d want to be seen with you. But not letting him keep a finger on you was probably a good bet. I’m one to value freedom too.”

He settled back. “Lets see, a story. You probably don’t want to hear about how I washed out of the air force.” And his days in Starfleet were probably a little too crazy sounding at this point. But oh the stories he could tell of the things he’d seen.

“Ever seen a mountain lion?”

"OH I don't know, I love a good scandal," Isabela replied, with regards to his air force story. But if he wasn't willing to tell that one, stories about mountain lions were bound to be just as interesting.

"Mmmm, no, I can't say that I have. Never really been to a place that'd contain one, aside from a city zoo I suppose. I hate zoos, I avoid them whenever possible. I take it that YOU have, though? Up close and personal, was it?"

“Very close. I teach survival classes, along with self defense classes. One summer a few years ago, I was out camping. The sky looked a lot like what you see here,” Jim gestured to the stars. “Though I’d say it lacks the beautiful reflection of the sea, or the gorgeous company.”

He winked at her. “It was early in the morning, I heard the rustling. Cougars make a very specific sound so I knew exactly what it was. It charged me as I reached for my revolver.” Kirk turned his shoulder to point out the scar.

Isabela arched a brow and reached her finger up to trace the scar. “You little devil, how did you hide this one from me? Never mind, I’ll just have to play with it later. Your revolver was loaded, I hope? Do you have a cougar skin sitting on a wall somewhere? That looks like it needed at least seven stitches and the extensive care of at least one sexy nurse.”

“I scared it off.” Kirk pressed a hand to his chest. “I’m a sensitive soul, there’s no need to kill the creature unless you absolutely have to.”

"Yes, you definitely seemed like a sensitive soul earlier. With all of that rough kissing and bending me over a basin." Bela joked. Her fingers were still running back and forth across the scar on his shoulder.

"Baba used to go hunting, but I don't think he ever shot anything either. He did take Raj out every so often to make sure he could shoot. You never know what's going to happen on the sea." Shooting 'wasn't for girls', but her father had taught her in secret, sometimes. "Raj just would have shot it. How'd you manage to scare it off?"

“It knew what the sound of a gunshot was. The first shot made it move away from me, and I fired at the ground in front of it to scare it away. It was just looking for food.” Kirk leaned ever so slightly into Isabela’s touch.

“About the only time I’ve never wanted a cougar on top of me.”

"Ho ho... Agreed. The other type of cougar are all welcome aboard, if you know what I mean." Isabela could list off the number of cougars she'd come across on her yacht alone that she'd brought up to the Captain's Cabin. A few of them were even married, but Isabela was the soul of discretion. Or at least, she knew how to be when it counted.

"I've got a lovely pair of diamond earrings from one such cougar, actually. Definitely a little more showy than your scar."

Jim flashed her a grin. While he tended to avoid going after someone in a relationship, it could be incredibly tempting. “I’ll bet they make you sparkle, Isabela. More than you already do.”

"Oh they do, but I sparkle enough on my own. I think you know that." Isabela replied with a saucy wink. "Do you want me to model them for you? I could put them on. Just my sparklingly beautiful body and my sparklingly beautiful earrings. Maybe you could decide which you like best."

Jim moved his hand in a way that perfectly described the emotion of ‘yes please what are you waiting for this needs to happen’ and grinned again. “Just in your ears?”

"Well I suppose I could hang them off my tits or other juicy bits if I got creative enough..." Isabela purred. A precious piece of jewelry like that was, of course, locked up in a safe where it couldn't fall into the wrong hands. She rose to her feet and ruffled her hand through Kirk's hair. "Let me just go and get them, you sweet naughty man."

“It’s not like you don’t have the piercings,” Jim pointed out, sounding positively helpful and with just a little bit of a challenge in his voice.

"OOoo, someone's been paying attention." Her tone was warm and approving, in just that kind of way that could make people melt on the inside. Or make them incredibly aroused. Or both.

She disappeared down the steps of the sundeck and around the corner, out of sight. A trip to the Captain's quarters took a few minutes there and back, but Isabela soon made her way back up the steps to the sun deck, one diamond earring hanging from each nipple. The earrings looked heavy and weighed her breasts down a bit, but she wore them with nothing else but a smirk on her face.

Jim laughed, getting to his feet and looking her over like she was some kind of precious treasure. And really, she was. “I can’t say I’ve ever seen something like that before. I can’t say it’s at all a bad look for you, Beautiful.”

"What can you say about it, mm? Your swimming trunks are saying quite a bit right now, but maybe your mouth would like to do the talking." Isabela glanced down between them, and then back up at Kirk as she talked, winking at him saucily. She wiggled her body a bit, gracefully swaying the diamonds on her breasts back and forth so that the earrings would catch the light. Kirk was likeable and sexy and Isabela was keen for rounds three and possibly four.

Of course, all of that could wait if they could drum up another conversation. Or work up enough of an appetite to consider pursuing a snack in the galley.

Both of those things could wait. Kirk had other ideas for how to sate his appetite, and they involved those legs wrapped around his head. So he let his mouth do the talking for him.