Hermione Granger studies harder than you. (her_my_nee) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-03 13:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, hermione granger, james kirk |
Ginny and I want to organize a camping trip this summer.
Who: Jim Kirk and Hermione Granger
What: Being married, discussing a camping trip, sex
When: Last week in April
Where: Their place
Rating/Warnings: High, but entertaining.
Status: Complete
Hermione was curled on the sofa with her Kindle, Crookshanks in her lap. She scratched idly behind the cat’s ears with her free hand while reading. It was great. She didn’t have to remove her hand from the cat’s head while turning pages. Really beautiful invention, this. Even though it lacked a few things that an actual, physical book had, Hermione was starting to love hers.
She was thinking about the conversation she’d had recently with Ginny, and how they should probably have some sort of reception, or something. Make sure their marriage was public knowledge, share with their friends and family...?
Jim would be all for that, if he’d stopped to think about it. Which he hadn’t. His mind was on his and Scotty’s plan to beam him to Titan, and the logistics behind it. He stepped behind Hermione and grinned down at her. “hey.”
Hermione looked up from her Kindle and gave her husband a smile. “Hey.” The volume increased from the purring cat in her lap nearly tenfold at the appearance of Jim. “What’s up?”
“Got a project planned. What’s up with you? What are you reading? I see you got the braids out of the cat.”
“Took forever. How did you get him to sit still for long enough to braid his fur?” She asked, then reached one hand up (the hand that’d been scratching Crookshanks, so he looked indignant for a moment) to her husband to tug him over and down and kiss him.
“I bribed him with cream and then gave him a whole lot of attention after.” Kirk closed his eyes into the kiss, making a soft mmming sound. “Have I told you lately I love you?”
Hermione grinned against his lips then pulled back just a little to look into his eyes. “Twice a day every day. Just the way I like it.” She gave Crookshanks a little “shoo” and then set her Kindle aside. “We should talk about a wedding reception,” she said, sitting up a bit and giving him her full attention.
“I’ll have to try for three times a day,” Jim joked, slipping onto the couch next to her. “Yeah? That might be fun.”
When he settled against her on the sofa, she wrapped an arm around him and cuddled close. “I think I could handle three times.” She couldn’t help the grin that was plastered on her features. Her husband made her a happy, happy woman. “Might be? Really?” She snuggled her face into his shoulder. “Only might be? I think any chance to party with you and all of our friends is a good one.”
He grinned at her. “Yeah. Party on the Enterprise? Sydney might have my head but I think it’s time we came out to our friends.”
Hermione nodded. “I’d like that. I mean, I think it’s time Harry and Ginny learn where I spend so much of my time. And Fleur, Draco and Zuko have already been up there...” she was forming a guest list in her head now, though being cuddled up so close to him was a bit distracting.
He reached over, saving her place on the Kindle and opening a to-do app, helpfully. “Okay. McCoy and Scotty, of course.”
“Of course.” Hermione listed off a few friends from school. “And family, naturally. My Mum and Dad...”
“That’s gonna be a surprise.” Jim blinked his eyes. “Have you even told them??”
“I did. I called my Mum and told her we got married. She was pretty upset she wasn’t invited, but... well, after I explained it was a spur of the moment thing, she started to understand.” Hermione ran her hand back and forth along his stomach. “What about you? Have you told your family?”
“Told my brother, haven’t told my mom yet.” Jim rubbed the back of his neck. “We don’t really get along, remember?”
“I know,” Hermione said, softly. She hadn’t meant to bring anything bad up. “I just thought... well, she should know, shouldn’t she? Especially if we decide to have children soon...”
“Yeah..I know. I really should talk to her again. She does deserve to know, she deserves to meet you. Even if we don’t see eye to eye.” Kirk made a face. “We got along better in the dreams.”
Hermione gave a silent nod, watching him. “I’m sorry, Jim,” she said softly. “I’ve been curious about meeting her, but... y’know... whenever you feel most comfortable about it.”
Kirk made a command decision. “How about next week?”
“I have no plans.” Finals were just around the corner, but Hermione was well prepared for them. She would love to finally meet her mother-in-law. It was about time, wasn’t it? Almost five months into their marriage?
“Good. I’ll give her a call and tell her she needs to meet her daughter-in-law. The cursing ought to be epic!” Jim? Could totally troll his mom.
“You make sure that she knows it’s not my fault!” Hermione said, looking a little horrified. She was already terrified of her mother-in-law, and didn’t want to do anything to upset the woman. Should be the opposite for Jim. Her parents already adored him, and they hadn’t even met him yet.
“Oh I’ll take all the blame.” He smirked, supposing this was a good way for everyone to meet everyone, no matter what happens.
“Good.” Hermione was a little relieved. She leaned forward and stole a kiss from his lips. “That’s settled. We should go visit my parents, too. Maybe we can beam there for the weekend sometime?”
“I’m a terrible influence, I know.” Jim smiled, and nodding his head. He wondered if his mom even knew how much he’d been helping her behind the scenes. Or Hermione’s parents, for that matter. Having a crapton of money wasn’t really his style.
“Completely terrible.” Hermione said. She ran her hand over Jim’s stomach, then tugged his shirt up and slipped her hand inside. “Ginny and I want to organize a camping trip this summer,” she said, changing the subject. “Somewhere with swimming.”
Groaning, he nodded. “I know..couple places.. would you stop that? No, don’t stop that.” He laughed, and played with her hair. “I can tell you where, you can plan the rest?”
“Sure. I mentioned to Ginny you might want to make the reservations.” Her hand didn’t stop. Her smirk spread, but her hand wandered. Over his side, up his chest, fingers brushing past his nipple before it moved back down again to his waistband. “But I’m sure that I can do it.”
“Who needs reservations?” Jim’s smiled widened. “Maybe you can prove it?”
“Don’t you have to reserve a campsite?” Hermione asked, her finger fiddling with the button on the front of his trousers. “That’s the way my parents have always done it.”
“That depends on if you go to a campsite or make your own.” Jim shifted where he was sitting, groaning softly as her fingers touched his skin.
Hermione got his trousers open and slipped her hand inside. “What do you think we should do?” She asked, smirking.
“Talk about this later.” Laughing, Jim pulled Hermione’s face up into a kiss.
Hermione laughed with him, leaving her hand in his trousers, and leaned up to kiss him hungrily. It was so very much like them to go from talking to sex in thirty seconds or so. She broke her lips from his to kiss her way down his chest. “But I like it when you’re distracted and trying to concentrate... You get this wonderful look on your face.” Her kisses moved lower, her hand tugging his pants out of the way, his underpants, too.
Tangling his fingers into Hermione’s hair, Jim grunted an acknowledgement. “Sometimes...sometimes I think I’ve created a horny little monster, and then I realize ‘goddamn I’m the luckiest man alive!’”
Hermione chuckled. “I don’t think you created me.” She said, lifting his shirt so she could nuzzle her nose into his navel before moving further downward with her kisses. “Just unleashed.” Then she commenced the lap kisses.
“Go me,” he gasped, before his brain forgot how to English!
This wasn’t the first time she’d surprised him with mouth love. And it wouldn’t be the last, either. It was probably four or five times a week, maybe more. All the experience meant that she was damn good at what she did--good enough that she could bring him almost to the edge and then not give him the release she knew he wanted. Which was what she did tonight.
Several minutes later she pulled away, hopefully leaving him whimpering and desperate for more, then climbed up off the sofa to move into the kitchen, teasingly. “I’m thirsty. You want anything?”
Jim just gave her a thumbs up, though it was a tired, wiped out kind of motion. “Just..a..christ..just a beer.” He whimpered, watching her as she moved, looking at the sway of her hips and the curve of her ass. He wanted to pounce her, grab her and pin her to the wall.
He should have. Hermione meandered slowly into the kitchen, wagging her backside at him in a taunting way. She bent down low over the fridge, poking around for a beer in the way back.
That was it. That was the last straw. Jim vaulted over the couch, tossing his shirt aside as he went, rubbing his hands up her backside and digging his fingers in. He poked around for something other than a beer.
Hermione laughed as her husband enjoyed the curve of her body, and with haste she removed whatever clothing was blocking his way. She remained bent over into the fridge while he poked around. Boy,</i> did she enjoy his poking around.
Both of his hands spanked her, slapping her hard before his poking became frantic, needy thrusting. He could concuss her on the eggs at this rate!
There came a moaning from inside the fridge, where Hermione was just shy of breaking eggs, just shy of banging her head against the cheese drawer. Her toes curled against the linoleum of the kitchen floor, her hands gripping hard to the fridge door.
It took a great deal of effort not to dissolve into laughter, but Jim managed. His toes were curling as well - his wife always felt amazing, and doubly so from this position.
It was a miracle the cold wasn’t making the little captain retreat.
The cold made Hermione feel alive. It made her senses heightened, her breath puffing out in front of her. She gasped and then cried out as pleasure shot through her. It didn’t take much for him to make her come lately. She’d been super sensitive over the past few days, and wet all the time.
“God...Hermione..!” Jim reached down, pulling her up by her hair and kissing her roughly as his hips spasmed and legs jerked. His orgasm hit him so far he nearly tumbled over.
She was twisted, kissing him hungrily, moaning at the feel of his body against hers as he emptied inside of her. Her tongue lapped against his mouth in a sloppy, lazy, playful way after the end of her climax, and then a grin crossed her features as she pulled back. “...best waste of energy ever.” She said, reaching behind her to close the fridge door.
“Evil..woman... I love you...” He nuzzled her, hands roaming down the front of her body. “Love you.”
Her eyes closed. She turned around completely, snuggling close in his arms. “I love you.” She said, gently, turning to catch his lips again in a sweet kiss. “Sorry I didn’t get you that beer.”
“Got me something a lot better.” He hugged her against him, then lifted her to his arms.
Hermione gave a little laugh as he lifted her up into his arms. “Oh? What’s that, then?” She leaned her head against his shoulder and cuddled close in against him.
“Got me a really hot wife, who’s smart, and funny and I don’t deserve her at all.” He sounded so serious.
“Pssh. Shut up.” Hermione said. It was very un-Hermione-like. She nuzzled into his neck. “I think you’ve got that backward.”
“Divorce me,” Jim quipped. “So I could marry you all over again.”
Hermione laughed. “Never.” She shook her head, tightening her arms around him, and then smothered his neck in kisses. “I’m never not being your wife. Not even for a second.”
“That’s good news for me then, isn’t it?” Jim started to wobble towards their bedroom.
"So long as that's what you want, then I'd say that's excellent news." She gave him a grin.
He laid her down onto the bed. “Lets continue what we were doing earlier...”
"Oh? And what we're we doing earlier? " she asked, leaning back against the pillows.
Jim slipped into the bed, and pinned her by the shoulders. “Let me show you.”