"I didn’t buy it for you. But I like the side effect." Who: Jim Kirk and Hermione Granger When: After the Wonderland Plot//Sunday Night Where: Their place What: If you saw Chris Pine on the Red Carpet, then you should already know what’s about to happen. Rating: NSFW Status: Complete
Hermione was laying on the sofa. She’d just finished reading a chapter, and was dozing. The book was laying open, face-down across her chest. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but she’d just closed her eyes for a second and suddenly she was half-asleep. Dreams were coming, she could tell, but she had no idea what they were going to be. Something Hogwarts-related, perhaps?
She heard footsteps approaching, but that didn’t rouse her from her twilight sleep.
Jim smiled as he came inside. He looked Hermione over, fondly. She was so beautiful, but looked so peaceful that he didn’t want to disturb her. Too bad. He was really dressed up after having to attend a meeting about the tech start up he was using for a front.
As she slipped further toward sleep, Hermione turned a bit. The book shifted off of her chest and went crashing to the floor. The sound was what finally made her stir. She blinked her eyes open and looked around.
“Hey babe.” Jim grinned at her as he started to loosen his tie. “How was your day?” He started walking towards her.
Oh, holy god. Hermione’s eyes caught sight of her husband--her husband--and she sat up a little. When did he get to be so damn ruggedly handsome? “...long. You look nice. What are you dolled up for?” She asked.
“Investor meeting,” Jim replied. “for the front company for the Mars shot.” He grinned, his tie still on as he walked over and leaned in to kiss her.
Hermione lifted her hand and took hold of his tie, tugging him down against her as she returned his kiss.
Jim let out a startled sound, catching himself on either side of her with his hands on the couch. The kiss went from tender to heated in three point five seconds.
((Almost made a joke incorporating how fast it took the Millennium Falcon to make the Kessel run... but that’s absolutely the wrong fandom and makes me even more nerdy.))
Heated was good. Very good. Hermione grinned against his lips. “You should dress up for meetings more often.”
“Yeah, love?” Jim grinned back against her lips, then tilted his head and deepened the kiss again. His wife knew how to get his motor running like nothing else.
“Mmmmph.” Hermione said, almost nodding, but then kissed him back hungrily. Her head tipped to the side, her tongue came out to tangle with his. The sight of him in the suit was all she needed for her own motor to start purring.
Jim made a mental note to wear suits more often. It was like he'd flipped a switch on her. He would have to use this power wisely. Kirk sat down next to her and pulled her into his lap.
Hermione moved a little so he could sit down, then climbed into his lap with her knees on either side of his hips. She flipped some hair over her shoulder and leaned in to kiss him again. More hungrily this time, letting her hands wander over his chest. She gave the tie a gentle tug. It was nice to have him on a leash.
Jim laughed, leaning back to watch her. He was already turned on. “I love you. When do you …” He trailed off as she kissed him.
Hermione chuckled against his lips. “When do I what?” She asked, circling her hips down against his. A little trick she learned from the lap dance.
He groaned something unintelligible, then laughed and pushed her shirt up. He decided that "have kids" would just ruin the mood, so he dropped the idea for now. Instead, he roughly ran his hands along her breasts. Like the happiest man alive!
Hermione lifted her shirt, tugged her shirt up and over her head and tossed it aside. “When do I what?” She repeated, reaching down and taking hold of both of his hands. She wanted more than an unintelligible answer.
“Later,” he said, pulling her down against him, kissing along her neck, and then to her throat. He wasn’t in the mood to talk any more. He was in the mood to be with his wife, to touch and kiss and caress at her.
Well, she was more than willing to be touched and kissed and caressed. Hermione gave a happy sigh, grinding her hips down against his. His kisses and caresses were making her so... and the suit. Her husband looked fucking amazing in a suit. “Take me to bed,” she whispered. “I want to be licked.”
Grinning, Jim got them to their feet, and guided her towards the bedroom. Once inside, he playfully tossed her onto the bed and jumped on top, legs on either side of hers and hands propped up around her shoulders.
Hermione grinned as he pulled her to her feet, and moved to the bedroom with him. One of her hands moved down to his backside and pinched it. Then she gave a laugh as he tossed her onto the bed. Her hair splayed over the pillow, her arms came up to wrap around his waist. She leaned up and in to kiss him.
Leaning down, Jim kissed life and fire into her, threading his fingers through the curls of their hair. Most days, they made love twice, or even three times. It was like a ritual that never got old.
They were certainly still in their honeymoon phase. The sex may have cut into her study time, but that was a trade off she was willing to make. Hermione couldn't get enough of her husband's physical attention, especially when he was dressed like that. She kissed him back, her body eager for more.
She was always so eager and willing. Jim stroked his fingers along her skin, exploring. He felt like he learned something new each time. He adored her.
Hermione closed her eyes, kissing him hungrily, but pulled her lips away from his to gasp and breathe. She opened her eyes to look into his for a moment. His were so blue, so amazing. She lifted her hands to untie his tie.
Suddenly, Jim had pulled Hermione’s pants down, and was kissing his way past her belly button. His eyes peered up at her. They resembled a storm.
Hermione lifted her head to look down at him, incredibly thankful that she was wearing those stretchy, yoga-type pants. Easy for Jim to tear off. And she had no shoes or socks on, either, so they just fell to the floor. She found herself momentarily lost in his eyes, in that storm. She gave him a little nod.
Grinning, he tossed Hermione’s underwear away, then dove in, lifting her hips up and practically shoving his tongue up to her cervix. Jim groaned at the taste of her.
Hermione whimpered, letting him lift her hips, legs shivering at the feel of his mouth and tongue against her.
Jim added his hands to his mouth. He sucked and licked, flicking his tongue around and against her. He lifted his eyes to watch as she moved against him, and grinned.
Hermione was a fairly easy to please woman. And Jim had a a lot of experience figuring out which buttons to push to make her writhe. She was whimpering with more insistence now, pleasure building within her. “Oh, Jim,” she moaned, her legs shuddering as he hit a very, very good spot.
He locked onto that spot and laughed. He really had found his match. A woman who could match both his sexual appetite, and his intellectual one.
Hermione absolutely could match his appetites. And in some, rare cases, she exceeded his appetite with her own. This may or may not have been one of those cases. Her body was shivering under his touch, pleasure was growing within her, hot and tight. “Don’t laugh at me.” She laughed, gasping.
“I’m laughing with you!” Jim pushed his tongue back in, sucking on her clit and then adding a finger to push Hermione even further off the cliff. He groaned, working his pants loose as they became too tight.
Hermione couldn’t laugh anymore. She gasped, her body going tight. Something that sounded like “rightthere” escaped her, buried deep within a moan. Then everything went white, and her climax washed over her. Her body bucked against him, her toes curling. It was amazing.
Groaning her name, Jim slid up her body, and rubbed himself between her legs, kissing her hungrily.
Hermione was still breathing hard through her nose as she kissed him back. She could taste herself on his tongue, could feel how much he wanted her, even through what clothes he had left on. She liked the suit. It could stay.
As she came down from that high, she reached a hand down between them and took hold of his length now freed from his pants, to guide him to her center. Then she wrapped a leg up and around his backside to draw him in.
Grabbing her hips, Jim thrust in. Hard, long and fast. It sent a tremble all through his body, and his grown bounced throughout the bedroom.
Missionary may not have been the most exciting position they’d tried, but it was Hermione’s favorite. For now. She lifted her hips to meet his powerful thrust, and gave a grown at the sensation. She was still super sensitive from her climax, and wanted so much more.
Quietly, in the woman’s ear, Jim moaned, “I love you.” He pulled out all the way, and then started to thrust into her. Jim used her, in precisely the way that she seemed to crave. It was like they hadn’t made love in a month.
Hermione whimpered. The feel of his body against hers was powerful, sure. But that power was amplified by the emotions behind it. They were making love, not just having sex. It was raw, and hungry, and more than Hermione ever dreamed it could be. She moaned, tipping her hips up to meet his thrusts, and felt pleasure rising within her again. “I love you,” she breathed, rocking her hips up against his. “So much.”
“How much?” he asked, sounding like he was begging her. Jim Kirk loved rarely, but when he did it was a hard, deep love. A love that frightened him, even now. Maybe especially now. As he moved with her, he wondered if he’d made a mistake in marrying her. She deserved a better man.
Hermione gasped, feeling him deep, hard, and hot within her. She turned her head to the side and bit her lip, pushing back pleasure and clenching down around him. “...so, so much.” She gave a little laugh. “You want me to be poetic?” She asked, opening her eyes to look up into his. “Now?”
“Yes,” Jim replied, grinning at her, his eyes rolling back when she clenched around him. The captain groaned, shuddering at the pleasure, his motions becoming erratic for several moments before he regained his composure and picked up speed.
Another whimper escaped her, and Hermione’s eyes furrowed shut for a moment. She licked her lips and pushed down against him, driving him in deeper and stronger than before. Her hands wrapped down and around his waist. “...more than... more than every drop of salt water on the planet.” She said, then moaned a little, pleasure bubbling up through her body.
“I love you more than there are stars in the galaxy,” Jim countered, driving into her with abandon as he felt himself approach the wall. He moaned again, squeezing his eyes shut.
Hermione’s hands came up to wrap around the back of his neck. She pulled gently, bringing his face down to hers, then turned her own head a little so his would bury in her neck. “I love you more than the distance from one end of the universe to the... the other...” She said, gasping again with pleasure.
“With a wormhole you could...” Jim snerked, and kissed her as his body shuddered. He lost it, his body responding to hers and he jerked, crying out into her mouth.
The power of it almost sent her over the edge a second time. She was close, but not quite close enough. That was okay, though. She’d already had hers. And when they came together, she couldn’t watch him, couldn’t feel him against her like this. Without pleasure distracting her, she could fully appreciate his finish. It was glorious. She was more in love with him than ever.
“God...” Jim nuzzled her neck, his head dizzy and his body buzzing from the force of his orgasm. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”
“Hmmm,” Hermione chuckled, grinning, cuddling him close against her. “I love it when you say it.” She lifted her hand to run over his hair. “Also, I love you in this suit.”
“I didn’t buy it for you. But I like the side effect.” Jim grinned and nuzzlekissed her back.
“You don’t buy all your clothes with me in mind?” She asked, playfully indignant. “Because I think about whether or not you’re going to want to tear mine off whenever I go clothes shopping.”
She gave a little sigh, and shook her head. “You should take me to the shower and clean me off.” She paused. “So you can dirty me up again.”
“Well, I think about that too,” he admitted. His eyes darkened and he kissed her again, before tearing off the bed and carrying her towards the bathroom.