"I do feel unusually perky today."
Who: Janice and Jim Kirk What: Morning awkwardness. When: After this and before he hooked up with Pinkie again. Where: Janice's place Status: Complete! RAting: R!
Janice smelled good in the mornings. He had to admit that. Her body was very warm. But he couldn't tap that, and that was okay. That didn't stop him from playfully goosing her.
After all, she'd effectively established their relationship, so he'd friendzoned her.
Janice had the 'he's an employer and I'm the employee' mindset, is all. Though that was kind of going to hell in a handbasket really fast, because he spent the night, and he just goosed her. She swore she developed an eye twitch, after she was done gawking.
If she had a stapler anywhere nearby? He'd have a staple in his hand right about now.
"Morning! Any pleasant dreams?" He grinned at her, clearly in a better mood, "what? I goose all my friends."
"I don't believe you do," Janice countered. He must have been awake for a while, already. She shook her head. No dreams. All she remembered of her evenings, were pitch black oblivion. She was hoping it stayed that way. "Are you always this happy in the morning? You must not be human."
"Well I am happy to see you," He replied, stroking a hand along her shoulder, "I do feel unusually perky today."
She eyed him warily. His face, not that hand, though she was considering eyeing it warily too, because it was a part of him and comprised of sheer evil.
"If anything's sprung up before I get coffee in me, I might have to find a letter opener and poke you with it."
And, yes, she means THAT sort of sprung up. Janice is onto you, Kirk.
Jim laughed, "I'm afraid I have no control over certain bodily functions in the morning."
"Oh, you poor baby," she cooed, reaching around and giving it a pit pat, before she started to try and make an escape out of the bed.
Jim groaned, threading his arms around her waist and pulling her into his lap, "Evil..."
"Oh!" She found herself...well this was an interesting and huge development. Her eyes were darting around the room, since she was unsure if she liked it or needed to grab the pepperspray taped behind the headboard next to the knife. Why was he not giving her the creepy guy vibe? That was the only saving grace in this situation, because otherwise he would've been hurt by now. And really, he was her employer...this was vastly inappropriate. To begin and end with. Janice really wanted to facepalm, but she suddenly noted that she wasn't exactly extracting herself either. Up goes one eyebrow. "Oh."
She also did not just shift around like she was trying to get comfortable. But she so did.
Jim groaned, rocking beneath her and nipping lightly at her neck. This woman was so confusing, "what are your plans for breakfast?"
It's okay, she's confusing herself. Because this feels like something she'd really enjoy, even if there's a nagging in the back of her mind saying 'no no no no no' over and over again.
"Complicated." It was the only thing she could find that might fit for those breakfast plans, right now. Especially since she arched her neck just enough to give him better access and closed her eyes. "Maybe we better go out, before we do something we might regret."
Or not regret. Which was just as worrying, in her book.
His hands ran in lazy circles over her back as he kissed her collarbone, and the hollow of her throat, murmuring, " and what would that something be?"
"I think something might involve you waking up so incredibly happy in your pants, sir," she said, trying not to smile while saying. Screw it, she smiled. And there went her fingers up over the nape of his neck and into his hair, because that spot, right there, do not move lips.
Jim obeyed, keeping his lips there with little nibbles, sucking and nipping. His fingers trailed fiery circles on her lower back.
He couldn't make some sleazy comment when his lips were so busy, so Janice had no reason to really protest or anything. GIVE HER A REASON PLS. In fact, that was pretty nice. Breath quickening, even. It was so nice, that she lightly dragged the fingernails of one hand down his neck and over his bare back.
She was killing him, because he knew he would have to borrow her shower for a cold drenching soon enough. But he didn't stop, not yet. One finger journey up her spine and back down again.
Maybe not. Janice gave the back of his head, grabbing onto his hair with a little tug so he had to tilt his head back, and planted a blistering kiss against his lips. It was as though something had been built up for a long time, even if she couldn't explain why she felt that way. She was telling herself that she probably was going to need an ice cold shower at some point, or...fine, she wasn't telling herself all that much, really.
Whoops? Um...they're on an employment break. Benefit of being self-employed? You could make up and break rules as you went along.
Janice would say he started it, so there.
It's his fault.
Jim was actually completely taken aback, returning the kiss heatedly, his fingertips pressing into her back and pulling her closer. She'd been so..adamant. Damn, he knew what he was going to have to do. He was going to have to turn her down. He really rather didn't want to, but he was certain she'd regret it. and he'd rather she reach a point where she wouldn't regret it, first.
Even if he shifted against her like he really, really wanted her to continue.
Leave it to him to be an envelope pusher yet again. Speaking of pushing, she continued kissing him and placed both hands against his shoulders so he was pushed back against the bed. And did he just shift against her? Hmph, how dare he. She shifted right back in a sneaky sort of way like 'oops so sorry I was uncomfy and needed to move just ever so slightly!' It was totally innocent. Except maybe not so much.
"Hm...we should stop," she said softly, against his lips...and then his lower lip was lightly nipped on so he might have a little trouble answering.
"Mm, if you want to." Jim groaned against her lip, then returned the nibbling, with interest. His hands resumed lazy circles, moving outward and down towards her hips. It was like a pervy game of chicken to see who would back off first.
Janice started a list in her mind, right after he was done with the nibbling, because she upgraded to a full-on lower lip suck.
Janice went through her checklist.
Cons: Playboy. Egotistical. Propensity to get reckless. Probably one of those guys that sleeps with a girl a few times and leaves them at the drop of the hat, because he probably wasn't capable of anything resembling reliability (yet). Employer. That was a big one. Contract, they were breaking it. He was one of those boundary pushers. Did she want to get involved with someone like that? Was it a good idea? Probably not.
Pros: Damn, this was pretty good. Really good.
But the good was not outweighing the bad, so Janice began to hit reverse. Literally, not figuratively.
Jim grwared. He was dangerously close to the point of no return, but he also thought she would hate herself in the morning. He didn't like that thought.
So he pushed his hands against her chest to help her pull back (oh god they feel great) and gently said, "If you're going to hate yourself after, we shouldn't do this. I respect you too much for that."
Oh god, the felt great. She nearly arched her back so her breasts were smushed against his hands. Nearly, but stopped herself, and hit reverse. Not because she was absolutely 'no' to what he was saying, but because it was an absolute 'maybe' the she couldn't say yes or no to.
Janice didn't really like grey maybe areas. She didn't encounter them too often at all. Which was why she was off the bed opening the bedroom door, before she not only did something she would regret, but admitted she wasn't sure. Which - to her - was like a fate worse than death almost.
"Maybe you should hit the shower first," she offered, and then made herself scaaaaarce.
Jim propped himself up on his elbows and watched her go for a moment, then crawled out of bed and made his way to the shower. For happy go fun alone times.