A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-11-14 02:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, james kirk, miranda lawson |
who: Kirk and Miranda
What: They sneak away from the Enterprise party
Where: Enterprise
When: 10/31
Status: complete
Rating: Rish (FTB at the end)
Miranda had actually taken Jim’s suggestion and found a schoolgirl costume to wear for his party. Because of course she’d taken it as a challenge, of a sort. Though when she’d arrived at the party, she was wearing a blazer jacket over the blouse of the uniform to try and not completely distract Jim initially. After all, he needed to at least say hello to his guests. Though she also had a pair of glasses on to enhance the look.
Plus, Miranda wanted a couple drinks first. She was trying to not think too much about Isabela. It hurt, but she also knew she didn’t exactly have luck in matters of the heart. So she’d gotten a drink, said hello to a few people, then found a spot by one of the windows to gaze out at the expanse of space before them.
He definitely had to say hello to his guests. The bulk of the party was on the Observation Deck, which had a near perfect view of Saturn’s rings and a number of the larger moons. The Enterprise was programmed to maintain an orbit on the sunward side of the planet, so they’d always have a great view.
Jim sidled up to Miranda, giving her a smile. “I can’t believe you actually did it.”
His own costume wasn’t very subtle; Horatio Hornblower.
Miranda glanced at him, smirking a bit. “I couldn’t find a suitable sexy scientist costume. So this had to suffice.” She teased as she sipped her drink. Of course, that wasn’t exactly the truth. She hadn’t actually thought about what to wear for Halloween, and hadn’t planned on a costume at all until Jim had made the suggestion. And then it had just become a challenge.
She then gave him a look over, arching an eyebrow in curiosity. “Are you Horatio Hornblower?”
“Believe me when I say I have absolutely no complaints.” Jim allowed his eyes to wander up Miranda’s body. He did appreciate her physical form as much as he loved her mind and intellect. It was very rare, after his first set of dreams, for Jim to be interested in anyone who didn’t ping more than just the physical.
“And you got it in one. What do you think?”
“I’m glad to hear it,” she responded with a contented smirk. She liked the wandering gaze, it definitely reinforced the notion that she’d chosen her costume well. That and it was hard to cover up her assets.
“I also have no complaints. I do like a man in uniform,” Miranda responded, letting her gaze wander over him. She did like having fun with Jim, but she also rather enjoyed talking about science and space with him. He was one of the few Dreamers that actually traveled among the stars, and she liked having that in common with him.
Grinning, Jim ran his fingers along his coat appreciatively. The replicators had done a fair job of it; one advantage of being close to the asteroid belt and Earth itself was a nigh on infinite supply of materials for the replicators to convert into anything he could program them for. Came in handy on Halloween at least, even if food wasn’t quite as good as the real stuff.
“This era is so romanticized that the harsh truth gets buried. I like to think my dreams are the space version of how it should have been.”
“It definitely had its drawbacks, that is for certain.” Miranda agreed. “I’d agree with that. Even though your dreams may have their troubles, it would seem you had a largely positive experience. Though at least in your dreams you had access to a shower and good food.” She glanced at Jim with a teasing gleam in her eyes. “Somehow I don’t think you’d take well to suffering from scurvy.”
“I once heard of a Starship affected by scurvy,” Jim noted. “They ran out of the right supplies and were far from the nearest starbase. According to the reports they eventually found a substitute on a planet in the Beta Quadrant. At least enough to get back to Federation space.”
But no, he wouldn’t take well to scurvy. Grinning at her, he sauntered closer, slipping an arm around her waist. “Neither would you.”
“The dangers of exploring places no man has gone before.” Miranda commented. “At least they were able to find a substitute to help until they made it back.” Miranda leaned into Jim when he slipped an arm around her waist. “But I have to say, I don’t think you’d make a good patient. You don’t seem the type who could sit still long enough to recover from something like scurvy,” she teased.
“I am the third worst patient on the Enterprise, I assure you.” Jim almost sounded serious, though he still had a lazy grin. “McCoy was the second worse. Spock though… Spock…”
He shook his head, hand sliding down to Miranda’s impressive ass. “Vulcans make terrible patients.”
“Well, at least you aren’t the worst patient on the Enterprise,” she quipped with a chuckle. Miranda slid a hand up Jim’s arm and along his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck. “Though I suppose with the right treatment, you could be a better patient.” Oh that was definitely a suggestive comment. Miranda may or may not be insinuating that she could wear a nurse’s outfit at some point.
Just the worst patient on this Enterprise, Jim thought with a pang in his chest. He pushed the thoughts away, grinning in response to Miranda. “Are you volunteering for ‘nursing’ duty, Ms. Lawson?”
“I might be, yes. It would certainly take your mind off of being under the weather,” she responded with a wink and a smirk. And, well, taking care of friends was a good thing on top of it.
“Might be a thought worth considering. Though from how you’re dressed don’t you need some lessons first?”
It was a bad pun but a fun one right?
Miranda snorted at Jim’s bad pun, but she rolled with it. She gave him the best innocent schoolgirl look she could muster up. “Oh yes, Captain, I may need some lessons,” she responded. She more than knew when to turn up the charm and sex appeal, and she was now playing up the sex appeal with how she looked in the schoolgirl outfit.
It was almost enough to make him stumble. Miranda was an attractive woman in any circumstances, but when she turned up the flirting it was hard for any person to resist. Especially when they had no inclination to resist, like Jim did in that moment. He slid his hand down her back and murmured. “Then we should retire to my office.”
She was definitely an intriguing woman. Miranda tended to be far more uptight and business-oriented. But she knew how to use her physical assets and charm when needed. And, well, she did like turning up the flirting when the time was right. And this was definitely one of those times.
“I rather like that idea,” she commented, leaning close to Jim. She was nearly just as tall as he was, so it was easy for her to lean in as though she was going to kiss him, but she paused and pulled back with a playful smirk before she actually kissed him.
It was really just a matter of sneaking out unnoticed, which was actually easier than one might think. The hard part was peeling himself off of Miranda long enough to accomplish that. It felt a bit like skipping out on prom or something, which was an amusing thought; prom had been a very good night for him.
The office turned out to be his quarters which was virtually unchanged from his dreams save for the jukebox in one corner and a few other decorations.
It was somewhat poor manners for the host of the party to disappear, and Miranda only felt slightly guilty for pulling Jim away from the party. But she also felt that the other guests were able to entertain themselves for a while. It could always be assumed that Jim was giving someone a tour of the ship.
There was a tour to be had, but it wasn’t a tour of the ship.
Upon getting to his quarters, Miranda noted the jukebox, a smile on her face. “Someone enjoys his mood music,” she quipped, slipping the jacket of her uniform off once they were in private. She let the jacket drop the floor, and now she was left with a white blouse that seemed almost too tight around her chest. Which it sort of was. Miranda did have a large chest, but that wasn’t a bad thing. Especially right now when there was a tease of cleavage.
“Well, the ship’s computer has a full collection of music but it’s hard to beat the sound from a real classic device.” He slowly unbuttoned his fancy jacket, watching the way Miranda’s back moved as she disrobed the jacket, and then watching the way she moved in that tight blouse.
How did she even squeeze into that?
“I agree with that. Sometimes you just want the classic device.” Miranda noted, watching Jim unbutton his fancy jacket. And honestly, it hadn’t been easy for her to squeeze into the blouse. She’d somehow managed to keep a bra on beneath it, but there wasn’t room to spare.
“So, captain, how shall we begin the lessons?” She quipped, a gleam in her eye as she gazed at him. He was rather handsome in that costume.
“And me without my ruler to spank you with,” Jim said. The undershirt was unbuttoned down most of his chest in a flagrantly un-officer-like manner, but it was certainly flamboyant which worked for him right now. He tossed the jacket onto a chair, and sauntered towards her.
“I’m sure you can spank me with something else,” she commented, her gaze sliding down to that unbuttoned shirt of his. Such an un-officer-like thing, but right now she couldn’t quite care. After all, their clothes weren’t going to stay on for very long. At least not completely.
There was a ruler in his pants, did that count?
Jim slid his hands along Miranda’s hips, and up her side, deciding that, yes, the skirt and stockings were staying on. But the rest of it? He leaned in to kiss her, while he considered his options….
Miranda arched into Jim’s touch, pressing into him and returning his kiss. She slid one hand along his bare chest, while the fingers of her other hand brushed through his hair. Really, there were quite a few options to consider here. What piece of furniture to use, which articles of clothing would stay on.
And really, Jim could spank her with the ruler in his pants as much as he wished to.
Jim squeezed her breasts through the shirt, impressed she managed to get a bra underneath it but also deciding it had to go. He broke the kiss, only to nip and lick lightly down Miranda’s throat until he reached her cleavage.
And promptly planted his face there, because, honestly, he needed a moment. But once he’d had his moment, he popped the buttons off.
As Jim planted his face in her cleavage, Miranda managed to not laugh at it. She simply brushed her fingers through his hair, enjoying the sensation. As he went to work on the buttons of her shirt, she did the same on his. After all, his shirt was already partway undone, might as well take it all the way off. Or at least open it for some nice skin-against-skin sensations.
If anything ripped, Jim could have the replicator replace it and he just kind of hoped it wasn’t anything that would have the replicated version be inferior. He doubted it, though.
Gently, he nipped at her collar bone as he pushed the rest of her top off, then kissed back up to Miranda’s lips and seized them with his own. He’d been craving this since the whole… thing with Isabela, but as soon as she came to mind he pushed her out. They didn’t need that kind of emotion right now.
No, they definitely didn’t need that kind of emotion right now. Miranda was trying to push thoughts and emotions about Isabela from her mind under normal circumstances. Luckily, Jim was good at distracting her from such thoughts. She returned the kiss, lifting one leg and hooking it around one of his. As far as she was concerned, he could take her in every way he wanted and on any surface he wanted. She was flexible.