A tall ship and a star to steer her by (starwreck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-06 02:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hermione granger, james kirk |
Hermione in a Starfleet uniform?
Who: Hermione Granger and James T. Kirk
When: After these texts, Thursday, November 29
Where: Starting at Hermione’s place, then...
What: Energizing. Energizing?? Welcome to the Enterprise!
Rating: M for mature!
Status: Complete!
Hermione was doing homework. It was something she spent most nights doing, when Ron wasn’t around to play video games or Jim wasn’t around to woo her. She didn’t mind being alone and studying, she always had Crookshanks for company and ice cream or wine to keep her sane while going through the materials for class. It was almost finals time, so she needed to review.
She was in the middle of her Physics review when she got the text message from Jim. She answered it right away, then set her phone aside with a smile on her face. Only to have it buzz again. She sent off another message, now insanely curious. And then she got one more...
“Energizing?” she read it aloud, and was in the middle of sending off another text when something blue started to glow around her. Her heart was thundering, her face in a gasp as the room dissolved from around her.
Jim was standing at the transporter controls, a gigantic grin on his face as Hermione had materialized. It had taken him some time to get things functioning (and do an end run around Sydney's organization), but it seemed to work like a charm.
"Don't tell anyone. This is our little secret. I might get in trouble with the government and then where would we be?"
He stepped around the console and up onto the pad. "Welcome to the Enterprise, hon."
Hermione was gaping. She saw Jim, and registered that he was there with her, but everything else was a complete blur. She was on the Enterprise. It made her a little light headed to think about. She was in space. In space. She wanted to drink in everything about this experience--the sights, the sounds, the smell, the feel of the atmosphere...
"So what do you want to see first," he asked, putting an arm around her. "The bridge? Engineering? The view from the lounge? Your own uniform? Or perhaps it's all a bit much."
Her awe was infectious.
Hermione turned to look at him. The expression on her face was indescribable. It was somewhere between glee, shock, awe, excitement... and a little terror. It was almost as if something that she’d never thought was possible was happening, and she didn’t know how to process it.
“My own uniform?” She managed to ask. Her mouth was very dry. “...I... wow.”
Jim grinned, nodding his head. "Replicators can make you one. You'd look fantastic in it." He took her hand, deciding to start with the bridge. That was where all the action was, and really, you had to see the Earth far below them.
Hermione nodded. She moved with him down off of the transporter platform and gave a giddy giggle when the doors opened for them, making that iconic woosh sound. “I just... I can’t believe it!” She really didn’t have the right words to say what she was feeling.
"I keep telling myself that," Jim admitted, throwing his head back to laugh. The corridor was shiny and bright. Everything seemed spotless and new, in soothing blues and whites.
Jim led her to the turbolift, patiently.
Hermione walked really slowly. She was in a dream, she just knew it. Nothing could be this amazing, she was sure of it. The whole time she was with Jim, everything felt like it wasn’t real. It was too good to be true.
She followed him toward the turbolift, looking at everything. Ever since she landed on the transporter platform, she hadn’t blinked.
Patience was a virtue, and he could understand his girlfriend's stunned state. When they finally reached the turbolift, he ordered it to the bridge, and less than five seconds later, the doors swung open to reveal the bridge of Starfleet's flagship.
All the sounds, and the glowing lights, and the viewscreen showing Earth far below them. The only thing missing was the crew.
“Holy mother of God,” Hermione said. She leaned out a little and looked around, then paused and turned to him. A bright smirk crossed her features, perhaps the most excited and the most playful smirk he’d ever seen on her face.
“Permission to come aboard, Captain.” She said to him, unable to stop the smirk that had overtaken her face.
"Permission granted," he replied, winking at her and stepping aside so she could tour the bridge. Her smirk was the best smirk he'd ever seen. "Just try not to touch anything that looks dangerous."
Most everything was locked down, but one could never be too careful. Would be horrible if they accidentally blew up Topeka or something.
Hermione gave a laugh. She was finally starting to realize this was real. Of course, she wanted to touch everything so his warning was well said. She stepped through and took a couple of steps.
“Jim, everything looks dangerous,” she said, softly, reaching forward to take hold of his hand. If she was holding onto him she wouldn’t have as much temptation to put her sticky fingers all over the amazing looking panels and blinking lights.
He grinned at her, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing the palm, then lightly nipping her wrist. Wordlessly, he took her towards the viewscreen. "Computer, unenhanced view, I want to see the Earth naturally."
The computer responded, and the viewscreen shifted, showing them the Earth with only the glass between them and space.
Hermione broke into a grin as he played with her hand. She wasn’t watching him, though, she was looking around the bridge and imagining the crew there. It was strange and amazing and exciting all at the same time.
When he talked to the computer and the viewscreen shifted, she turned to look... and gasped. “Oh my God.” She said, one hand coming up to press her fingers to her lips. She was still clinging to Jim with the other.
Jim wrapped his arms around her, positioning himself behind her so he could snuggle against her and still give her an unobstructed view of their planet. "Beautiful, isn't it. Carl Sagan wasn't kidding."
She leaned back against him, unable to take her eyes off of the blue, green, and swirling white planet in front of her. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around this. She flickered back and forth between disbelief and exhilaration. “It’s amazing. It’s absolutely breathtaking.”
Kissing the side of her neck, Jim squeezed her with his arms. "Almost as breathtaking as you are."
It was ridiculously corny, but he didn't care.
That definitely helped make this whole thing seem more real. Hermione laughed, then turned around in his arms and kissed him hungrily, passionately, like a woman who hadn’t seen her boyfriend in a whole week.
He returned the kiss, his hands roaming her body and his lips ravishing hers. It had been entirely too long since he'd last seen her, and he was showing her his place and that made him incredibly happy. He just wished he could christen the whole damn ship with her.
She broke her lips away from his so she could hug him tightly, he bushy hair probably in his face over her shoulder as she clung to him. “God, I missed you.” She whispered as she held him.
Laughing, Jim picked her up and spun her around, squeezing tightly as he did so. He nuzzled her nose with his, and kissed the side of her face. "I've missed you too, Hermione. It was a bit lonely up here, with just Lt. Bitchy and the secret agent."
“Yeah?” Hermione asked, unable to stop grinning now she was wrapped in his arms, on the Bridge of the Enterprise, and she realized that all of this was real. “I wish I could have come with you. I would make a great... um....” She glanced around the bridge, then buried herself in his arms again. “I don’t know. Captain’s concubine?” She laughed.
"Wrong universe," he commented, reaching for her hair and toying with it. "You'd make a splendid science officer, I think. I'm not sure I'd want you working underneath Spock though. He has a way with the ladies."
Hermione flushed. “Yeah, I suppose he does,” she said, smiling shyly. “I mean, I... would love to be a science officer,” she said, “so long as I can sit on the bridge and watch you work.”
Jim snorted, then gave her a wink. He guided her over to the helm and sat her down. "Parking brake is on."
“Seriously??” Hermione said before slipping into the chair. “Holy Cow.” She was afraid to touch anything, holding her hands delicately in front of her, running her fingertips through the air as if ghosting over the panels.
"Well, we wouldn't want to warp out of the gate again. I think she's happy to have full fuel and a captain again." Jim ran his fingers across the console, lovingly. Like he was caressing a lady.
"I'm not even sure how we're going to crew this thing."
“No no, I meant.... nevermind.” She’d actually been more surprised that he was going to let her sit in the chair than surprised at the idea of a parking brake. She didn’t really care, though, she was so thrilled to be there. It was just like the show, only real. And the movie, too. She’d gone with her dad to see it before she graduated and he moved away.
“...I absolutely volunteer.” She said, giving him a grin. Her hand watched his hand trail along the console, and gave an involuntary shiver.
Jim moved his hand to her arm, touching her the same way he touched the console. He moved behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders, and leaning over her back. He kissed the side of her face. "You look like you belong here."
Hermione gave another gentle shiver at the feel of his breath against the side of her face. She couldn’t stop smiling still, feeling very shy and very happy at the same time. “Not as much as you do,” she said. “I don’t have the right clothes.”
"Well, lets fix that then." He took her hand and helped her to her feet. "This way!" He led her back to the turbolift and right to the captain's quarters!
Hermione gave a little laugh, lacing her fingers through his and following him to the *gasp* Captain’s Quarters!
Once inside, Jim walked over to a replicator and programmed in the necessary measurements. "What do you think? Command path? Sciences? Engineering?"
Hermione gave a little shrug. She’d let go of his hand so he could move to the replicator, and was now taking a slow wander around the room, looking at everything. “...Sciences?”
"Blue. Goes with your eyes." A moment later, he was carrying a blue ladies uniform, with boots in her size. He put them down on a table. "You can change in the bathroom."
Hermione walked over to him, accepted the clothes from him and held them very gingerly. She couldn’t believe she was going to wear clothes straight out of a replicator! So exciting! After stealing a quick kiss, and giving a soft “I’ll be right back,” she moved into the bathroom and changed quickly. The fabric felt so normal! It was out of this world! ...literally!
She came out a minute or two later, feeling self-conscious and a little shy in the uniform that she wasn’t sure she belonged in.
He roved his eyes up Hermione's legs, and her body, and then to her face. He was grinning like this was the best Christmas present ever. "You look perfect!"
Somewhere, geeks were exploding.
Hermione blushed deeply at the look on his face. It was a good look, a look she couldn’t remember anyone ever giving her before. Like he was the big, bad wolf, and she was red riding hood. “Yeah?” She asked, giving a little spin to he could see it from the back side, too. “Looks good?”
The big bad wolf wanted to devour little red riding hood whole. "Amazing. Looks amazing!" THe big bad wolf wasn't sure he could keep his hands to himself. "You look like you belong, Ensign."
Little Red Riding Hood... or, Little Blue Ensign Skirt? She was leaning on the ‘let myself get devoured’ side at the sight of The Big Bad Wolf. With a blush and a grin, she stepped forward, almost all the way up to him, and stood at attention. “Reporting for duty, Captain.”
He walked around her, looking her up and down for inspection. "Very good, Ensign. Very good indeed. Everything looks in order. Are you ready for your assignment?"
“Aye, Captain.” Hermione said, giving him a soft smile. It was more excitement and amusement than anything else. She could absolutely role play this part.
Jim had to put his desires aside, as to exactly what assignment he wanted to do with her. It had been getting harder to abstain from certain things, and seeing her in that uniform was even worse.
He nodded his head. "Lets go scan the moon."
“Yes, Sir.” Hermione was sure that he was doing this to appease her, to give her a taste of what it was like to be on the Enterprise. She was almost certain that they weren’t actually going to do anything, that it was all just pretend for her benefit. And she didn’t mind at all, she’d dreamed of getting to play on the Enterprise since she was a little girl.
He took her hand, entirely uncaptain-like, but he wanted to touch her. Instead of going to the bridge, he led her down to one of the science labs. The equipment was glistening and new, and he powered the room up, pointing out what each thing did in classic technobabble.
Then he brought her to a specific instrument. "Here. Scan the moon for water."
Hermione was in awe. But that didn’t mean she didn’t pay close attention. With his instruction, she was sure she could operate every piece of equipment in the room in no time. Though, her focus was now on the specific scanner. She glanced at him, a little surprised that he wanted her to actually use it.
“Really?” She asked, looking much like a child who was just told she was allowed to play with the grown-up toys.
"Why not? We have all this advanced equipment, might as well get some use out of it, right? You should see the terabytes of data we got from our little trip. They're going to spend years just studying it all." He grinned at her, and stepped back. "It's all yours, Ensign. Why don't you try calibrating it with Earth."
Holy Cow. Hermione stared from him to the equipment, and back again. “Holy Cow.” She broke into a smile and brought her hands up to delicately touch the panels. In a moment she was reading the screens and tapping the right buttons, as if she was born to do this. “Calibrating with Earth,” she said, figuring things out as she went along. Of course, she made a couple of wrong turns, as it was the first time she’d ever used this equipment, but after a few stumbles, she managed to get the scan started. “Scanning.” She said, then turned to look at him with the Christmas-Morning grin on her features.
Jim watched her, a great big grin on his face as she worked. She was a fast learner, and it made her all the sexier. On the console screen it showed the makeup of Earth's atmosphere, and the precise water to land ratio. "There, now it knows what normal water looks like. Lets see if there's any ice on the moon."
Hermione nodded. She figured it would be the same thing, only the moon instead of the earth. She moved the equipment’s focus by changing coordinates, stumbling a little as she worked. It seemed like a really easy project, something that Federation cadets would do on their first day. Hermione was glad it was something easy, and she wasn’t tripping up and making a fool out of herself. “Like this?” She asked, a little out of character. But she wanted to make sure she wasn’t messing anything up.
"Yes, like that. It should run pretty quickly. The moon is pretty close and it's just going to look for differences between old information and new. Actually who knows, the last time the Enterprise scanned the Moon there were colonies up there."
He was suddenly a little excited.
“Colonies?” Hermione asked. She either didn’t know about, or had forgotten about that. She couldn’t help but feel his excitement, and mirrored it with her own. She turned to watch the computer as it did its work, then turned back to him. She was so excited, so very happy. She reached a hand out to take one of his. Very unprofessional, but she wanted to touch him.
"There isn't a habitable rock in Sol that doesn't have some kind of colony," he reminded her. "The Moon, Mars, several moons of Jupiter and Saturn. There are colonies in the asteroid belt, and one at one of Earth's lagrange points." He squeezed her hand back.
Hermione’s heart was thumping in her throat as she gave him a smile, lacing her fingers with his. “Right, that’s right.” She said, though she wasn’t sure she’d actually known that. “I have so much to learn,” she added, turning her attention back to the scan.
Jim couldn't help it, he kissed Hermione, right there in the science lab.
Hermione’s knees went a little weak as she kissed him back.
Grinning into the kiss, Jim pulled her to her feet, lifting her so that her feet were off the ground, and continued to kiss her as though it would be the last kiss ever.
Hermione sure hoped it wouldn’t be the last kiss ever. Her arms wrapped around him, one hand tangling in his hair. She felt like someone else, she felt like the romantic lead in some amazing sci-fi movie. She could hardly believe her luck.
He had no intention of it being the last kiss ever, but some things could end out out of his control. He pressed her against another console, hands falling to her legs and rubbing the bareness between the boots and the skirt.
Hermione had never been kissed against a wall like this before. Her legs wrapped around him for better leverage, her arms pulling him in against her as she kissed him back with everything she had.
God. Jim might have breathed that, or he might have thought it. Either way, that was about the only conscious thought he had left when her legs wrapped around his waist. One hand slipped under the skirt of her uniform and the other cupped her face. One would think he's done this before!
It wasn’t like Hermione had ever done this before. She wasn’t the kind of girl to don a Federation Uniform and make out with the Captain of a Starship pinned against a wall. But she was finding that she loved it. Her mouth broke away from his so she could gasp at the feel of his hand sliding up her skirt.
He groped her rear, then traced his finger along sensitive skin, where her butt and leg met. When her mouth broke away, he simply moved to her neck. Now she was necking with the Captain of a Starship while pinned to the bulkhead.
Every time they were together, Jim showed Hermione new experiences. She couldn’t help the goosebumps that rose along her skin as he paid attention to her neck. She couldn’t help the gasp, giggle and whimper that escaped her at the sensation. Her legs tightened around him, her arms, too, and her hand found his hair again, fingernails against his scalp.
Jim couldn't help the moan that vibrated against Hermione's neck, dangerously close to her ear, or the involuntary shiver that ran down his spine and caused his body to jerk slightly. He loved a beautiful woman, he loved a smart woman, and Hermione was both in spades.
“We’re not going to be...” Hermione breathed, opening her eyes to take a quick look around the room, then closing them again. It was so much better with closed eyes. “...interrupted, are we?”
"No," he gasped, before sinking his teeth into her neck and sucking lightly. There was no one else on the ship, and he'd set the computer to alert him if someone beamed on board. They were alone.
“Good.” Hermione’s breath hitched at the feel of his teeth against her skin. She gave a tiny moan, running her fingernails over his scalp again. It was such a huge ship, and for it to be completely empty? That was strange. But Hermione was focused on the way Jim felt against her, not on the empty ship. “Then don’t stop.”
He laughed, finding the zipper of the uniform and tugging it down so he could get his hands into it and over Hermione's soft skin. Jim continued to nibble and chew at her neck.
Hermione gave a happy hum, then gasped at the feel of his skin against hers. She purred, her breath quickening, trying to ignore that he knew without looking how to unzip her uniform and slip his hands inside. “...You cannot possibly be real. This can’t be happening. I think I’ve gone completely batty.”
"You're making out with the captain of the USS Enterprise," he said, cupping her face and looking into her eyes. "It's real, it's happening. I'm really the lucky one here."
“What? I’m just... Hermione,” she said, softly. “I’m just a silly girl. You’re... James Tiberius Kirk.” There was so much awe in her voice, so much wonder and affection. “Captain James Tiberius Kirk. And you have absolutely amazing hands.”
"You’re a magic girl." Jim replied, pushing the uniform down off her shoulders and bringing his amazing hands to an amazingly sensitive and squishy place. He smiled at her, eyes lit up. “I think that’s pretty special, Hermione. You’re a magic girl with an amazing brain.”
Hermione gave a gentle shudder at his hands on her body. She closed her eyes. “...I...” But she really had no response for that. She really just wanted him to keep touching her.
His lips replaced his hands in several places, and he began to not really care where they were or how far they might go. Jim was entirely wrapped up in Hermione and intent on making her feel special.
Hermione slipped against the wall, her arms tightening around him for a moment. She gave a little gasp, clinging to him. “Jim,” she breathed, turning to press her face into his hair, against the side of his head. “...I think we need to get horizontal.”
"If only there was intraship beaming," he groaned, pulling her away from the wall and then past the swooshing of the doors into the hallway. He made a beeline for his quarters, necking her the whole way.
Hermione gave a little laugh, still holding the uniform against her body as he shuffled her off to his quarters. She was trying to walk, snuggle, hold her arms around him, and keep her dress up all at the same time. It made her stumble and laugh a little harder as he ushered her to his rooms. The doors whooshed open and let them in, and Hermione let the dress fall.
Jim just picked her up, and carried her to the bed, dropping her there before crawling on top of her and kissing her hard. His hands were moving all over her body, exploring and touching.
Hermione returned his kiss, hungrily. She wrapped her arms up and around him, one hand tangling in his hair. The other came to tug at his shirt. She had no idea how to get it off, but she wanted it off. She didn’t have as much experience in shedding Starfleet Uniforms as he did.
He straightened long enough to get his shirt off, and kicked off his boots, before getting his hands back on Hermione's body and getting his lips back onto her's. Something about doing this sort of thing, in his cabin his cabin on the Enterprise was incredibly erotic!
Hermione brought both hands down to tug on his pants. It wasn’t fair that she was in her underwear and he still had pants on. Though, she was distracted by his mouth against hers, and her want need to kiss him back hungrily.
The pants disappeared so quickly it was as though they'd been beamed away. Jim worked Hermione's bra off right after, and then, like ninja, slid his finger into her waist band, and snapped her bottoms off into some corner somewhere. All without missing a beat with his lips. He was hungry for her. Starving.
Hermione moved as needed to lift her back, lift her hips, strip the bra down her arms, and kick the panties down off of her ankles. She brought her hands to his body, letting them roam his stomach, his sides, his back, his hips. She pulled his body down against hers as she returned his kisses, feeling almost frantic now in her need for him.
Groaning at the way their skin rubbed together, Jim was nearly as frantic. It took all his reserves of willpower not to spread her legs and take her. It still needed to be her decision. So he contented himself with sliding his hand down there, for an away mission.
Hermione let her legs spread for him. Her body was going on auto-pilot for the most part, doing the things she knew felt best for both of them. She gave a gasp against his mouth, then broke away so she could breathe. “Jim,” she moaned, lifting one of her hands to try and push some of her bushy hair from her face. “Jim, I think it’s... I think I... I want...”
He almost blurted out 'really?' But instead, he kissed her hard. "I want you too."
...of course that was pretty obvious by now.
Hermione nodded, a thick, red blush crossing her features. “Can we? Tonight?” She asked, incredibly awkwardly and shyly. “I mean... if you want to.” How amazing would it be to lose her virginity in space??
God yes. Jim hopped out of bed, streaking towards the replicator. "Computer, contraceptives, now!"
The computer beeped. "Species and gender."
"Uh. Male, human." A grin crossed his face at the implication. If they mass produced that.
"Three month duration, six month duration, twelve month duration, thirty-six-"
Jim interrupted the computer, shaking both his fists and exclaiming, "Six months COME ON!"
There was a whirring sound, and a hypospray materialized. He wasted no time in injecting it into his arm. It burned going in, but hey.
He ran back to the bed and plopped down next to Hermione. "So where were we?"
Hermione sat up a little when Jim bounded off the bed, and watched him move to the replicator. It was a really amazing device--she couldn’t figure out how it worked. Then again, she had a little stick of wood with which she could levitate heavy objects.
She gave a shy grin when he climbed back onto the bed with her, and cleared her throat, suddenly feeling shy. “...we were... six months?” She asked, glancing back at the replicator again.
"Six months." He grinned at her, cupping her cheek and stroking it lightly. He nuzzled his face in against hers, and then kissed her warmly. That might not be the explanation she was asking for, but that was all she was getting.
Hermione returned the kiss, a nervous, excited energy filling her. She didn’t know what to do next, didn’t know where to put her hands, what to do with her legs. Her whole body gave a little tremble.
Jim held her for a few moments, letting her draw strength and warmth from his body, before he gently laid her back on the bed and kissed his way from her toes, down to her knee, and then along her thigh. He was determined to make her forget about her nervousness!
She absolutely needed to forget. Absolutely needed to have her mind turned off, to enjoy herself thoroughly. Her eyes fell closed and she did her best to focus on how good it felt to have his hands and lips on her skin. She didn’t realize that she was holding her breath.
Her mind turned off, and her body turned on was Jim's goal and he worked quite hard at this, and quite skilled. He loved the way Hermione tasted, and the little spasms that wracked her body. He waited until she was on the verge, then slid up her body and gazed into her eyes. "You sure?"
His entire body was quivering with need.
He seemed to know exactly the way to touch her, exactly where to lick. She found herself riding waves, growing closer and closer to the edge, but he skillfully kept her at bay. It only made her want more, and want it desperately.
“I’m sure,” Hermione breathed. Somewhere in there she’d started breathing again, and she found she was gasping now. Her toes curled. “I love you.”
Jim kissed her, gently and lovingly. He'd do his damndest to make sure it didn't hurt. He continued to kiss her, distractingly and hungrily, as he pressed in.Shuttle requesting permission to dock!
Poor Jim. It was most likely going to hurt poor Hermione. And the chances of her experiencing a climax with his gigantic length stretching her out from the inside were slim. But she knew all of that already. Hermione had read up on the subject, and knew what to expect. She was going to do her damndest to make sure it was good for him, and not be too obvious about her discomfort. She continued kissing him back, gasping against his mouth as he filled her. Her hips shifted involuntarily.
Of course she'd read up on the subject! Jim had probably expected that, and he would have grinned about the idea, except he was a wee bit distracted by the feeling of her. He groaned loudly, eyes fluttering back into his head briefly, as he came to a rest and cradled her.
Hermione’s breathing was labored. She had her arms wrapped tightly up and around him, her legs twitching very gently on either side of his hips. Her eyes were scrunched closed, but that didn’t stop her from pressing kisses to his mouth, cheek and jaw. It may have been painful, but she knew what she was getting herself into. And she didn’t want him to stop.
Once he was sure that she was used to it, Jim started to move. Gently, but steadily, concentrating solely on making this as enjoyable as possible, at least while he could stand this slow, maddening pace. He returned her kisses, moaning her name and slipping a hand between them to rub at certain sensitive little areas on her body.
He’d done a lot to get her ready, and there was a lot of lubrication between them. That definitely helped. While it didn’t stop hurting, it started to turn into a really good kind of pain. Something Hermione had rarely--if ever--experienced. She finally stopped trying to kiss him and simply arched her back, gasping and whimpering at the sensations. She could tell why people did this. She loved the way his body felt against hers, but most of all she loved that she was making him feel so good.
Jim cupped her face with his free hand, kissing her deeply, then moving his lips and mouth to Hermione's throat, and shoulder, and then to her earlobe. He kept up a steady pace, picking it up slightly.
He thought she was very passionate, and he looked forward to doing this again now that they were over this hurdle. If she felt this good and moved like this now...he might have moaned something like 'goddamnsogood' or it might have been just a random sound.
This time it was more for him than for her. They had to get through the first time, then there could be more. And it would be better for both of them. She kissed him hungrily, then let him move his kisses to her neck. As good as it was starting to feel, she knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. Possibly walking bow-legged. The thought crossed her mind and she gave a little giggle that turned into a gasp and a moan, her fingernails digging into his back.
The little giggle brought a bigger grin to Jim's face and his hips spasmed a bit in response. He didn't know how long they'd gone on, but it felt like an eternity. A wonderful, amazing eternity.
The past month had probably been the longest he'd gone without sex since he'd first had it, and now he was making love to a woman he cared a great deal about. Some things were worth the wait.
There was a little bit of guilt that bubbled up inside Hermione. It was only a trace amount, just enough for her to recognize that it was there. There was a part of her that always imagined she would make love for the first time on her wedding night. It was an old-fashioned notion, but something that she was now losing. There was a little guilt and sorrow associated with that loss. It didn’t compare in any stretch of the imagination to the pleasure that was now coursing through her.
She tangled both hands in his hair for a moment, lifting her hips a bit and meeting his thrusts in a sloppy, amateur way. But she wanted it to be as good for him as possible.
It was a different sort of place these days, for such notions. After all, what if you found out you were horrible together in bed on your wedding night? Jim had never subscribed to that sort of thing, though he could appreciate someone's wishes for it.
What mattered to him was making it as special as possible, and as wonderful as possible. And his lover seemed to be of the same mind. Her efforts paid off. Loudly on Jim's part.
She at least wanted to make sure that she loved who she was with. And that they were very careful not to get pregnant or spread disease, and that it was something she thought about a lot before making her decision. This night met all of her criteria.
No matter how much she read about sex, about losing her virginity, about the mechanics of it all, nothing would have prepared her for the way it felt to have Jim finished like this. Beside her, inside her, moaning and shuddering. It was so incredibly sexy, so very attractive, it almost brought her around, too. She was frozen in her place, though, one leg wrapped up and around him, both hands still in his hair. Was she supposed to keep moving? Was she supposed to stay still? It all made her gasp, made her whole body react.
If there had been one thing Jim had done, it had been to reassure her that he was healthy. There were tests, and well, he'd just about given himself every shot he could find in Sickbay that had to do with preventing or curing earthly diseases. At least what he could access without the code from the CMO. They needed McCoy. There were cures here for a half-dozen major illnesses.
Jim flicked his finger against secret places, hell bent on getting her over the edge if he could as he rocked his hips a bit. He pressed his lips against hers and rubbed.
Her body moved with his, pressure building again. Feeling him release was just as good as any foreplay, her body already primed from his earlier attentions, she gave another gasp as he started to rub against her most sensitive place. It took a little bit of time, but she managed to feel it reaching a peak. Her toes curled. “Oh, Jim,” she moaned, closing her eyes and willing herself to go closer, and closer...
Then, with a sudden lurch against his body, she reached a powerful climax.
"Yess...." Jim whispered, nuzzling her neck with his nose. He came to a stop, trying to catch his breath. He gave a low groan, and laughed. "Can you touch the stars?"
“Oh, Jesus, Jim,” Hermione breathed, gasping for air, her whole body trembling. Her hands trailed up and down his back, fingertips exploring his skin. “...I can.” She responded, turning to press kisses against his hair, his temple, whatever she could reach, while still catching up with her breath. She was pleasantly buzzing.
He laughed again, nuzzling at her, letting her explore him, and exploring her in turn. "That was amazing, Hermione. Really, truely amazing."
She hummed, her hands wandering his form just as his were wandering hers. She felt a little sticky, but very, very happy. “You’re amazing.” She repeated after him. “Really, truly amazing.”
"I try." He winked down at her, not wanting to move, but not sure how much longer he could prop himself up or how much longer she had before she needed him to get off of her. He was far, far too comfortable. He already knew, but he wanted to hear it. "You came?"
Like it was all that really mattered.
Hermione smiled very shyly. She gave a little nod. “I didn’t think I was going to. Everything I read said that most women don’t reach orgasm when they lose their virginity. I expected that my chances were slightly higher, considering the amount of foreplay, and considering that you and I have already used manual and oral stimulation to...” She stopped herself speaking, and blushed deeply. “I’m babbling.”
"Most women don't have their first time with me," he replied with good natured boasting. He grinned at her babbling, and the way she was breaking down their act into near scientific terms. "We made love, Hermione. We didn't stimulate, or copulate, we made love."
“Well, I was pretty stimulated.” Hermione said, a little smirk crossing her features.
He started to laugh, which only made everything feel that much more awesome. The only problem was, he wasn’t sure he could stop.
Hermione grinned, her eyes falling closed. She held him close as he laughed, and after a minute, she started to laugh along with him.
Jim didn't know how long things had gone on with them laughing, before he finally slowed to a stop. He grinned, gazing down at her.
Hermione couldn’t stop grinning as she looked up at him. “I don’t feel any different,” she said, softly. “Am I supposed to feel different?”
"Do you feel closer to me?" He asked, softly. "I think that's really the only difference you're supposed to feel."
“I didn’t know it was possible to feel closer to you,” Hermione said, lifting her hand to trail her fingertips along his cheek. “But I think I do now.”
Finally, with agonizing, but gentle slowness, Jim rolled off of Hermione, and lay down next to her, stroking his fingers lightly across her stomach and chest. "When you're able to walk again, I get to introduce you to a sonic shower."
A little wince crossed Hermione’s face as he rolled off of her. She gingerly brought her legs together, then wrapped an arm around him. She turned just slightly to cuddle close against his chest. “A sonic shower, hmm?” She gave him a bright grin, though it was mostly buried in his chest. “...Can’t wait. Please don’t mind if I walk bow-legged.”
He laughed, gazing at her. "Oh I won't mind at all, Hermione. In fact I might have to leer a bit, and preen somewhat." He winked at her. He'd never brag, not about her, but he was going to be on cloud nine for a while.
Hermione flushed. She nodded. “I suppose I can live with that.” She closed her eyes and gave a huge sigh. “We should probably take that shower before I fall asleep on you.”
Laughing, Jim rolled out of bed, then held his hands to help her up. "Going to hurt a bit to stand, I won't lie to you. Hopefully it's a good kind of ache."
Hermione actually gave a little whimper when he climbed out of bed. She reached her hands up and took his, then hoisted up out of the bed. “Oh, man...” She said, clinging a little more tightly to his hands and wincing. “...I’m going to be so, so sore tomorrow.”
"Worth it," he said, grinning as he guided her over to the shower. He was a bit wobbly himself. He'd be the first to admit that one of the best parts about sex was the goofiness afterward. He really enjoyed being able to do that with someone instead of fleeing.
Hermione gave a little chuckle, holding onto one of his hands as she followed him to the shower. “Worth it for you, maybe.” She teased. It was absolutely worth it for her, too, but she was playing.
"Well if it's not worth it for you, then I did something wrong," he replied, eyeing her with a playful leer. "And I'm going to have to do something about it."
“Oh?” Hermione asked, rather pink around her cheeks. “And what would you have to do about it, Mister?”
Jim turned on the sonic shower, which felt really, really good on his skin, and he was sure hers. He got a devilish look on his face, and then pressed some buttons. The sonic waves started coming up from below them, and he watched her face intently.
Hermione closed her eyes at the feel of the sonic shower, breaking into a little smirk. She opened her eyes, though, when he turned the sonic waves to come up from the floor, and looked at him curiously. “...is that...?”
"Feels good?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at her suggestively.
Hermione laughed, turning to inspect the sonic waves, then back to him. “I don’t know how you think my body is going to be capable of--” but she stopped. It did feel pretty good.
Jim threw his head back and laughed. He put his arms around her, nuzzling a bit and just holding her. Not for any sexual pleasure, but companionship and warmth.
For a split second, Hermione wondered how many other girls had been in this shower before her. And then she realized it didn’t matter. She was there now, and that was what counted. She wasn’t sure the pressures from the sonic waves would bring her to climax again, but it was soothing, warm and pleasant. Just as wonderful as his arms felt around her. She closed her eyes and leaned in against him, feeling affection bubble up within her.
It hadn't really been his intention. He nuzzled her cheek and held her, content with his lot in life. He was on his ship, with his woman. At least for a time he could pretend that this could be his life.
Hermione lifted both hands to his cheeks and turned his face so she could kiss him deeply. She put as much passion, as much emotion, as much tenderness and love into it as she possibly could.
And maybe, just maybe, Jim kissed her back in equal measure.