A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-04-09 04:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, isabela, james kirk, miranda lawson |
Is it someone’s birthday?
Who: Kirk, Isabela and Miranda
What: Tether plot
When: Tether plot
Where: Miranda's place
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for Isabela's mouth, and then R for Isabela's mouth ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
This wasn’t the first time James T. Kirk had woken up in bed with two beautiful women. It was, however, the first time he’d woken up in bed with two beautiful women after going home to a beautiful man’s place.
He lifted his head, looking over Miranda’s prone form and spying Isabela. “Okay I know I didn’t have that much to drink last night because I’m pretty sure I went home with Fabio’s hot nephew last night. Not that this isn’t a welcome sight.”
Jim very casually moved a pillow over his junk.
"Maybe I was wishing you'd gone home with both of us instead and the dreams made my wish come true," Isabela mused. She was laying on the bed as the filling in the sandwich, though she'd taken the time to sit up a bit and make herself comfortable. Which implied she'd already been awake for a little while. Unlike Kirk, she was wearing something, albeit not much: A soft, skimpy tank top she liked to sleep in, and some matching shorts.
She snorted as Kirk bothered to cover himself. "Please, as if we both haven't already admired the view before."
Miranda had only been slightly awake when a man’s voice started getting her attention. But before she moved, she heard Isabela and felt her shift. Well, this was...not precisely how they’d gone to sleep. Sure, Isabela had been there, but Jim? Miranda wasn’t certain what to think about that. And she was the most clothed of the three of them. She wore a slightly oversized t-shirt that had the NASA logo on it and a pair of shorts.
Finally, she opened her eyes, glancing at Isabela, then looking to Jim. “She has a point. Though does this mean something’s going on again? Or did someone just kidnap you from Fabio’s hot nephew and drop you here?” She quipped.
Kirk shrugged a little. He hadn’t wanted to assume anything, and in the event of unwanted bodily reactions the pillow could act as armor. Not that he had anything to be embarrassed about but he was being considerate of their feelings. “That’s what I get for sleeping nude. Unless I slept-transported. But I’m pretty sure I didn’t do that.”
He was also pretty sure that sleep-transporting would be deadly. “So I vote kidnapping.”
"I haven't been here long enough to know everything that this county puts us through, but I'm willing to bet that whatever this is, it's one of those things." Bela decided. Her mind was trying very very hard not to think all of the delicious thoughts that one could think in scenarios like this. It took so much conscious effort that her brow was beginning to pucker.
"Though, if I'd been the one to kidnap you, I'd have at least made sure you had some clothing. CAN you transport somewhere else in your sleep? Doesn't someone need to be at the controls? Or can the ship's computer do something like that? In which case, maybe you'd better call it up and see if it can transport you to your closet. Before that pillow becomes more intimate with your crotch than you intended."
While Miranda’s mind did briefly go places, she pulled it back very quickly. Those sorts of thoughts would get her in trouble, and most likely burned again, so it was best to just stop them altogether. She sat up brushing some hair behind an ear.
“I’d offer you something to wear, but none of my clothes would fit you.” Sure, Miranda was tall, but Kirk still had a couple inches on her. “Are you able to contact your ship’s computer to teleport you? Or did you leave that in your pants?” She couldn’t help the teasing there.
Jim would be grateful he wasn’t the only one who’s mind wandered, though he was really glad for that pillow all of a sudden. “I can’t say i’ve ever tried sleep transporting, though I’ve seen mind controlled people pull it off.”
His eyes slid to Miranda. “I like to think I’d rock your catsuit, and yeah, my communicator was in my pants.”
And without that he couldn’t call the ship. His backup was in his apartment; he’d have to retrieve his pants eventually anyway.
"I so want to take advantage of this moment somehow, but lucky for you both I've vowed to be a very good girl this year." Isabela teased. She started crawling out of bed, though the momentary image of Kirk rocking Miranda's catsuit did make her pause to laugh. "That would be a sight. But you'd stretch it out in odd places and then she'd never be able to wear it again. And I do so love the way she looks when she peels it on."
And then her mind was once again thinking about peeling Miranda out of it. This situation was so very dangerous. Two of them were barely wearing anything at all, and it wasn't hard to return to that mental picture of all three of them naked and intertwined...
Bela's lips squished into a line. "I'll check my own clothes for something. And- I think we all need some coffee."
“Technically, I have three catsuits. Two white, one black. But still, it would be highly awkward if you stretched one of them out in certain areas.” Miranda stated. “I could always let you borrow my red dress that I also got from my dreams, but that might just amuse all of us more than it would actually serve as clothing for you.”
That red dress was definitely one Isabela had seen. The risqué neckline and cutout of the stomach area. The gorgeous red color that was the perfect compliment to Miranda’s dark hair.
“I could start the coffee. I can also see if my sister left a hoodie or something here from the last time she visited.” Miranda stood up, stretching a little before she headed towards the kitchen. Except she didn’t make it to the kitchen before she felt like a rubber band was about to snap, only she was the rubberband and she suddenly got shot back into the room and crashed into someone. She didn’t know if it was Isabela or Jim, she was too confused by what had just happened to have noticed.
“What the fuck?” She blurted once her brain registered what had just happened.
"I love catsuits," Jim deadpanned, trying not to think of either of them in one; or stare at either of them. He definitely wouldn't be able to stand if he kept that up, and this felt oddly....
Odd.
His eyes fell onto Miranda's ass, then snapped to Isabela before he decided the wall was better. "I think a robe would be a good idea for now."
And then Miranda was crashing into him and he grabbed onto her as they fell back into Isabela and then over the other side of the bed with both women, with a thud and a likely embarrassingly positioned outcome.
“What the fuck?” He concurred.
"Mmmm..." Was all Isabela could say. Alright, it was entirely true that whatever had just happened was completely strange. It had felt momentarily like some part of her was physically attached to Miranda, something that wanted to tug her that way, and not just that feeling in her chest that happened sometimes. That other feeling felt more like a sucking chest wound.
At the moment, though, she had an eye full of Kirk's lower extremities and was absolutely certain that that soft skin against her ankles was one of Miranda's curvier parts. This was almost as nice as a threesome already, without all the extra effort involved. She restrained herself from getting fresh with Kirk, though that took so much work that it almost physically hurt. "You know, I don't really care what just happened if I get to take advantage of this properly. Which is a naughty thought, I know, but it's not as if we weren't all just strung together like some sort of bungee cord. And we all know how my mind works. Especially with such a titillating view."
It took Miranda a few minutes to regain her surroundings as she became keenly aware of what was happening. The three of them had made their best attempt at creating a human Celtic knot pattern. She was somehow wedge between Jim and Isabela, and she wasn’t exactly certain how to feel about this.
“I suppose it could be considered rude to be given a naked man and not do anything about it,” Miranda deadpanned. “Is it someone’s birthday? Because it’s definitely not mine.”
Sounding surprisingly calm and laid back for a man in his enviable position and a literal breath from a potentially embarrassing physiological reaction, Jim remarked, "Well this is a birthday tradition I could get used to."
"Why don't we pretend it's mine? And I've apparently been a very good girl this year to have earned such a gift." Isabela purred, a gigantic smirk crossing her lips. "We can't look a gift horse in the mouth now, can we? And I can think of at least four things I'd love in my mouth right now that aren't breakfast or coffee. Shall we?"