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rockinhamburgerTitle: This Angelic Beating Girl
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jim Kirk/Joanna McCoy (don't judge me!), who is 18+.
Summary:
They bustle into the apartment, talking eagerly, their voices raised, but they cut off when they enter and see Jim standing there, one scrap of material away from being naked as the day he was born.
"Hey! You must be Joanna. I'm Jim. Let me just... grab some clothes," he says, flashing her his trademark grin, and moving around them to manouever his way to his room.
Notes: So this little piece would be the response to a prompt left by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
ohownovel at 1297 's awesome multi-fandom meme (check it out!). She wanted a Jim/Joanna fic, and she left a set of lyrics for inspiration, which of course I completely ignored 'cause I'm a moron like that. But I wrote this anyhow, and maybe someone will like it? It got kinda long, so I decided to post it here at my journal instead of in several comments. This is clearly het, which I don't generally write a lot of, so if it sucks that's why! If you do decide to read this, please leave a comment letting me know what you thought! Also, I've taken the liberty of making Joanna about 10 years-old when her father enlists at Starfleet (which makes her eighteen when this story takes place).
Considering how long they've known each other now, it's honestly kind of surprising that Jim's never met Bones' kid. Bones talks about her often, and with a reverence that only a father has for his daughter.
"God, she's so smart, Jim. Honour roll every term of high school!"
"So, then I look over at her and I realize, 'she's growing up'. My little girl, the one who wanted a pony for her birthday and hated broccoli... she's gone and grown up!"
It'd be weird for Jim not to be curious, wouldn't it? And it's hardly strange that he's slightly nervous (and maybe a little excited) to meet her one day, is it?
Bones finds him in the mess eating breakfast one day, just six months away from the end of their five-year mission.
"My little girl just got accepted at Starfleet!" he announces, his face shining with pride and joy and love. Jim has to stare in wonder for a few moments before he can say anything.
"That's awesome, Bones! What's her focus?"
Bones looks disapproving for one second, and then he shrugs, smiling again and rolling his eyes. "Command track."
Now Jim's really interested, and the wide grin that he feels spread across his face must be pretty telling. "Command track, huh?"
It's a mark of Bones' good mood that he doesn't comment on the inherent dangers of being a Starfleet captain, but Jim's sure that will come soon enough.
--
As their five-year mission comes to a dramatic close, Jim starts to wonder what he's going to do in the months leading up to their next mission. He's got at least three months of nothing spread out before him, nowhere to really go (except he might need to make an appearance at his mother's house, and maybe he'll visit Sam and his wife), and nowhere to stay.
Luckily, Bones has a solution, as he does for nearly every one of Jim's problems.
"Why don't we get an apartment near the Academy? We can do the bar-hopping thing, I can see Joanna somewhat regularly, and we'll be nearby if we're needed for anything."
He doesn't have to ask Jim twice.
And so it is that they find a cramped apartment with barely running water, a broken refrigerator, and no kitchen table. By some stroke of luck, they each have their own room, and Jim has to admit that the place has a nice feel to it. Except it kind of makes Jim feel like he's sharing a bachelor pad with Bones, which Jim thinks he's kind of outgrown. (Okay, not really.)
--
Jim meets Joanna the evening after he and Bones move in.
Jim's just finished taking a shower, so he's standing in the middle of the living room with a towel around his waist and a towel around his shoulders that he's been using to dry his hair with.
They bustle into the apartment, talking eagerly, their voices raised, but they cut off quite suddenly when they enter and see Jim standing there, one scrap of material away from being naked as the day he was born.
"Hey, you must be Joanna. I'm Jim. Let me just... grab some clothes," he says, flashing her his trademark grin, and moving around them to manouever his way to his room.
He quickly pulls on a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and, cursing his stupid timing, steps back out into the rest of the apartment. He finds father and daughter sitting in the living room, Bones in the armchair, and Joanna on the end of the couch closest to the armchair. Their conversation cuts off again as he enters the room.
He rubs the back of his kneck. "Not the way I wanted to meet you." He steps foward and shakes her hand, takes the seat on the other end of the couch. "I'm Jim, with clothes on, and you must be Bones' lovely daughter, Joanna?"
Joanna grins and ohhhhhshit Jim's a fucking goner.
She looks a lot like her dad, actually. She's got his nose and his smile, but she also has this adorable not-Bones chin that juts out a little, and she has dark, expressive eyes that match her dark, chestnut hair, which falls around her shoulders in waves that Jim wants to run his hands through. Which is not ever ever ever going to happen, ever.
"Yep, that would be me," she says, and she speaks with a sassy Southern drawl that gives Jim an immediate hard on. Fuck. "Don't worry about the towel... 'least you weren't naked."
Jim can't help the small flush that creeps up his neck. She is so fucking flirting with him, and Bones is so going to murder Jim in his sleep.
So he forces a chuckle, shifts carefully, and says, "I've heard so much about you."
"Well, that's fitting because I've heard so much about you."
Her warm voice is doing things to Jim, so he glances at Bones, who seems, thankfully, completely oblivious to his only daughter's clear attempts to flirt with his best friend. "What've you been telling her about me, Bones?"
"Only bad things," he drawls (Joanna's clearly rubbing off on him already), smirking, but his smile, and Joanna's matching one, tell Jim a different story.
Fuck!
--
Turns out Joanna's a lot of fun. She's just a few weeks shy of turning 19, still quite young, but she's a very bright woman who seems much older than that, which doesn't help Jim's problem at all.
She's over nearly every other night of the week, and while she's wonderful company, she's also very distracting. The way she absently brushes her hair over her shoulder, the way she chews on her bottom lip when she's thinking, the way she smiles at her father when he says something funny or interesting. She's a wonderful woman, and Jim shouldn't want her. It is every single kind of wrong imaginable.
--
One night, Jim's alone. Bones has gone to dinner with some friends from the Academy, and Jim's alone.
When he opens the front door of their apartment, he does but doesn't expect Joanna to be standing there with that beautiful smile on her face. "Thought you could use some company," she says, shrugging elegantly.
Jim smiles back, curses himself, and opens the door wider for her to come in. "Not a bad thought," he replies.
--
They make themselves some pasta, cracking jokes and flirting through supper. After putting their dishes in the machine, they settle on the couch, and Joanna procures a bottle of wine out of thin air (okay, it was probably in her purse and he just didn't notice) and grins.
"Ms. McCoy," he says firmly, purposely reminding himself of the other McCoy, who will skin Jim alive if he finds out Jim encouraged her underage drinking in any way. "I don't believe you're 21 yet."
She smiles mischievously. "That's true. How old were you when you started drinking?"
Jim smiles. "Nice try, Jo. I can't. Bones will kill me."
"I'm a legal adult capable of making my own decisions, Jim."
They're not talking about the wine anymore.
--
"Dad used to write me these long letters about your missions; how you'd come back with cuts and bruises and much worse. I didn't even know you, Jim, and I waited for every single letter, terrified you'd be dead in the next one."
Jim feels his heart constrict painfully. "Jo..." They're sitting so close he could count her eyelashes if he wanted to (and he kind of wants to). He can smell the wine on her breath, and he so, so wants to taste it, too.
"I just... I've been hearing about you for the better part of the last five years. You saved me and the whole planet when I was just 13. You're my hero, Jim." With those words, Joanna places her hand on the inside of his thigh, mere inches from another body part of Jim's that takes very good notice of that hand on his thigh.
He sucks in a breath. "Jo, please... your dad..."
"Isn't here," she finishes for him, leaning forward. She's looking up into his eyes, those dark, beautiful, wide eyes making him feel exposed and vulnerable.
"I can't -"
"Can't or won't?" she asks softly, a near-whisper, but there's no way Jim's missing a word.
"Can't."
"Please, Jim. I want it to be you."
Then she's kissing him, but it's just the barest of brushes, her lips on his, and her head tilted up toward him like a sunflower.
"I'm a dead man," he mutters, and then he's kissing her back, powerless to stop himself.
His hand comes up to tangle in that wonderful, silky, gorgeous hair, and her hands come up around his neck to pull him closer. The kiss is slow, sensual. Perfect. It lights Jim on fire.
He pulls away, stands up, and places his empty wine glass on the table, his hands shaking.
"No, Jim, please..." she says, breathless, standing as well.
He quirks an eyebrow at her (damn it, Spock!) and jerks his head toward the bedroom. Her eyes light up, and then she's leading the way.
He watches her walk; the way she glides along. He can almost forget how young she is, how not-okay this whole thing is.
She enters his bedroom, and turns to glance at him over her shoulder. And that is the precise moment that Jim resigns himself to this.
He follows her in, and quick as whip, they're kissing again, Jim closing the door behind him absently, ravaging her mouth with his tongue. She gasps and moans quietly, and holyfuckingshit she is so beautiful, so lovely.
They practically fall on to his bed, Jim on top of Joanna's small frame. Her legs come up to wrap around Jim's waist, and Jim pauses to mentally commend her fast-learning.
They kiss urgently. Jim's hands are all over her, in her hair, on her hips. Joanna pulls away to pull off her shirt, and Jim takes a deep breath. This is going so fast. Jim leans down to press a kiss to the hollow of her throat. Her hand comes up to explore the skin underneath Jim's shirt, and he moves his head back to let her pull his shirt off. Then he's back to kissing her chest, trailing down to press a soft kiss to the swell of each breast, and one to the cleave of her breasts, mumbling a quiet, "Jo," to her skin.
She gasps and archs up into him. Then she's pulling at the belt of his jeans, and with a joint effort, they pull off his jeans, and then Jim leans back to strip Joanna of her own pants. He pauses to drag his hands smoothly up either leg, stopping at her hips bones, which he leans forward to lick, one after the other.
"Jim," she breaths. He moans in response and removes her panties, then her bra, fixing his mouth over one nipple, circling his tongue around it and shivering at the sound of her soft moans and quiet whimpers. He moves to the other, swirling his tongue around it before moving off and blowing cool air over the nipple, which makes her sigh (and his dick throb between his legs).
He straightens up for a moment to pull of his underwear before coming back to rest between Joanna's legs. Then he looks up at her. "Jo?" Her eyes flutter open, and she looks down at him. "If at any point you don't feel comfortable, or you want to stop, you tell me right away, okay?" She nods slowly, gazing right into his eyes. "No, I need to hear you say it, Jo. Okay?"
"Okay," she repeats firmly.
"Good."
Then he spreads soft, wet kisses to the expanse of her stomach and along each of her thighs, finally coming to tongue her clit, circling it and sucking gently. Her hips buck, and she cries out, "Jim!"
He moans quietly in reply, and licks her opening, pressing his tongue in carefully, up, up, and she gasps and moans, her hands coming to rest in his hair. He tongues her clit some more, pushing one finger inside, then another, and thrusting shallowly. Her subsequent moans wreak havoc to Jim's self-restraint, but he works at getting her ready, knows this needs to be something she'll look on without regret.
"Jim, Jim..." she gasps. "Please, I want to..." He looks up at her, and she moans. "God, your eyes..."
Jim smiles up at her, and crawls up the bed so he's face-to-face with her, kisses her softly. "Your eyes."
They kiss slowly, hands exploring each other's bodies carefully. "Jim..." she says breathlessly, after several minutes, "I'm ready."
"Are you sure?" he asks. His hands begin to shake again.
"Fuck yes," she insists, smiling again.
He laughs, reaches over to his bedside table, and plucks a condom from inside the topmost drawer. He tears it open and rolls it on himself, then guides himself to her entrance. When she nods, he pushes inside, slowly, carefully, and she's really tight, which is not to be unexpected, so he pauses with the head of his dick inside her, breathing deeply. She's moaning quietly, looking up at him, her eyes shining.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Very," she answers, and then she's wrapping her legs around him and he's sliding into her, all the way into her, and it feels so good and so right that he can't even feel guilty for wanting - for needing - this.
They move together, kissing deeply, heartbeats matched. Jim reaches down to press his thumb over her clit, rubbing in slow circles to match his careful thrusts. Jim buries his face into her neck, expelling a guttural moan against her throat, and then he's kissing her again. "God, Jo, you feel so good," he moans.
"Mmmm so do you," she moans in reply, and that's really all it takes for Jim to reach his tipping point. He picks up the pace of his thrusts and rubbing slightly, and she's coming, moaning, clencing down around him, "Jim..."
He comes, heart thudding in his chest, vision going white for several moments, and then he pulls out carefully, removing the condom and placing it in the trashcan by his bed. Then he arranges himself on his back and pulls her into his arms.
"Thank you, Jim," Joanna says quietly, and she looks over at him, presses closer, a genuine, beautiful smile on her face.
"Thank you, Joanna," he responds, just as quietly, returning the smile with fervour.
They lie quietly together, conversation unnecessary, and eventually they nod off to sleep.
They're awoken by a knock on the door sometime the following morning.
"Jim! You and I have a meeting in one hour with Pike and the rest of the crew, so you better get showered and dressed in record time, or we're gonna be late, and I'm gonna kill you."
Jim and Joanna share a terrified glance before silently formulating a plan for the very best damage control possible.
End.
What did you think?? I'm so nervous!!
Author:
rockinhamburger Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jim Kirk/Joanna McCoy (don't judge me!), who is 18+.
Summary:
They bustle into the apartment, talking eagerly, their voices raised, but they cut off when they enter and see Jim standing there, one scrap of material away from being naked as the day he was born.
"Hey! You must be Joanna. I'm Jim. Let me just... grab some clothes," he says, flashing her his trademark grin, and moving around them to manouever his way to his room.
Notes: So this little piece would be the response to a prompt left by
ohownovel at 1297 's awesome multi-fandom meme (check it out!). She wanted a Jim/Joanna fic, and she left a set of lyrics for inspiration, which of course I completely ignored 'cause I'm a moron like that. But I wrote this anyhow, and maybe someone will like it? It got kinda long, so I decided to post it here at my journal instead of in several comments. This is clearly het, which I don't generally write a lot of, so if it sucks that's why! If you do decide to read this, please leave a comment letting me know what you thought! Also, I've taken the liberty of making Joanna about 10 years-old when her father enlists at Starfleet (which makes her eighteen when this story takes place).Considering how long they've known each other now, it's honestly kind of surprising that Jim's never met Bones' kid. Bones talks about her often, and with a reverence that only a father has for his daughter.
"God, she's so smart, Jim. Honour roll every term of high school!"
"So, then I look over at her and I realize, 'she's growing up'. My little girl, the one who wanted a pony for her birthday and hated broccoli... she's gone and grown up!"
It'd be weird for Jim not to be curious, wouldn't it? And it's hardly strange that he's slightly nervous (and maybe a little excited) to meet her one day, is it?
Bones finds him in the mess eating breakfast one day, just six months away from the end of their five-year mission.
"My little girl just got accepted at Starfleet!" he announces, his face shining with pride and joy and love. Jim has to stare in wonder for a few moments before he can say anything.
"That's awesome, Bones! What's her focus?"
Bones looks disapproving for one second, and then he shrugs, smiling again and rolling his eyes. "Command track."
Now Jim's really interested, and the wide grin that he feels spread across his face must be pretty telling. "Command track, huh?"
It's a mark of Bones' good mood that he doesn't comment on the inherent dangers of being a Starfleet captain, but Jim's sure that will come soon enough.
--
As their five-year mission comes to a dramatic close, Jim starts to wonder what he's going to do in the months leading up to their next mission. He's got at least three months of nothing spread out before him, nowhere to really go (except he might need to make an appearance at his mother's house, and maybe he'll visit Sam and his wife), and nowhere to stay.
Luckily, Bones has a solution, as he does for nearly every one of Jim's problems.
"Why don't we get an apartment near the Academy? We can do the bar-hopping thing, I can see Joanna somewhat regularly, and we'll be nearby if we're needed for anything."
He doesn't have to ask Jim twice.
And so it is that they find a cramped apartment with barely running water, a broken refrigerator, and no kitchen table. By some stroke of luck, they each have their own room, and Jim has to admit that the place has a nice feel to it. Except it kind of makes Jim feel like he's sharing a bachelor pad with Bones, which Jim thinks he's kind of outgrown. (Okay, not really.)
--
Jim meets Joanna the evening after he and Bones move in.
Jim's just finished taking a shower, so he's standing in the middle of the living room with a towel around his waist and a towel around his shoulders that he's been using to dry his hair with.
They bustle into the apartment, talking eagerly, their voices raised, but they cut off quite suddenly when they enter and see Jim standing there, one scrap of material away from being naked as the day he was born.
"Hey, you must be Joanna. I'm Jim. Let me just... grab some clothes," he says, flashing her his trademark grin, and moving around them to manouever his way to his room.
He quickly pulls on a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and, cursing his stupid timing, steps back out into the rest of the apartment. He finds father and daughter sitting in the living room, Bones in the armchair, and Joanna on the end of the couch closest to the armchair. Their conversation cuts off again as he enters the room.
He rubs the back of his kneck. "Not the way I wanted to meet you." He steps foward and shakes her hand, takes the seat on the other end of the couch. "I'm Jim, with clothes on, and you must be Bones' lovely daughter, Joanna?"
Joanna grins and ohhhhhshit Jim's a fucking goner.
She looks a lot like her dad, actually. She's got his nose and his smile, but she also has this adorable not-Bones chin that juts out a little, and she has dark, expressive eyes that match her dark, chestnut hair, which falls around her shoulders in waves that Jim wants to run his hands through. Which is not ever ever ever going to happen, ever.
"Yep, that would be me," she says, and she speaks with a sassy Southern drawl that gives Jim an immediate hard on. Fuck. "Don't worry about the towel... 'least you weren't naked."
Jim can't help the small flush that creeps up his neck. She is so fucking flirting with him, and Bones is so going to murder Jim in his sleep.
So he forces a chuckle, shifts carefully, and says, "I've heard so much about you."
"Well, that's fitting because I've heard so much about you."
Her warm voice is doing things to Jim, so he glances at Bones, who seems, thankfully, completely oblivious to his only daughter's clear attempts to flirt with his best friend. "What've you been telling her about me, Bones?"
"Only bad things," he drawls (Joanna's clearly rubbing off on him already), smirking, but his smile, and Joanna's matching one, tell Jim a different story.
Fuck!
--
Turns out Joanna's a lot of fun. She's just a few weeks shy of turning 19, still quite young, but she's a very bright woman who seems much older than that, which doesn't help Jim's problem at all.
She's over nearly every other night of the week, and while she's wonderful company, she's also very distracting. The way she absently brushes her hair over her shoulder, the way she chews on her bottom lip when she's thinking, the way she smiles at her father when he says something funny or interesting. She's a wonderful woman, and Jim shouldn't want her. It is every single kind of wrong imaginable.
--
One night, Jim's alone. Bones has gone to dinner with some friends from the Academy, and Jim's alone.
When he opens the front door of their apartment, he does but doesn't expect Joanna to be standing there with that beautiful smile on her face. "Thought you could use some company," she says, shrugging elegantly.
Jim smiles back, curses himself, and opens the door wider for her to come in. "Not a bad thought," he replies.
--
They make themselves some pasta, cracking jokes and flirting through supper. After putting their dishes in the machine, they settle on the couch, and Joanna procures a bottle of wine out of thin air (okay, it was probably in her purse and he just didn't notice) and grins.
"Ms. McCoy," he says firmly, purposely reminding himself of the other McCoy, who will skin Jim alive if he finds out Jim encouraged her underage drinking in any way. "I don't believe you're 21 yet."
She smiles mischievously. "That's true. How old were you when you started drinking?"
Jim smiles. "Nice try, Jo. I can't. Bones will kill me."
"I'm a legal adult capable of making my own decisions, Jim."
They're not talking about the wine anymore.
--
"Dad used to write me these long letters about your missions; how you'd come back with cuts and bruises and much worse. I didn't even know you, Jim, and I waited for every single letter, terrified you'd be dead in the next one."
Jim feels his heart constrict painfully. "Jo..." They're sitting so close he could count her eyelashes if he wanted to (and he kind of wants to). He can smell the wine on her breath, and he so, so wants to taste it, too.
"I just... I've been hearing about you for the better part of the last five years. You saved me and the whole planet when I was just 13. You're my hero, Jim." With those words, Joanna places her hand on the inside of his thigh, mere inches from another body part of Jim's that takes very good notice of that hand on his thigh.
He sucks in a breath. "Jo, please... your dad..."
"Isn't here," she finishes for him, leaning forward. She's looking up into his eyes, those dark, beautiful, wide eyes making him feel exposed and vulnerable.
"I can't -"
"Can't or won't?" she asks softly, a near-whisper, but there's no way Jim's missing a word.
"Can't."
"Please, Jim. I want it to be you."
Then she's kissing him, but it's just the barest of brushes, her lips on his, and her head tilted up toward him like a sunflower.
"I'm a dead man," he mutters, and then he's kissing her back, powerless to stop himself.
His hand comes up to tangle in that wonderful, silky, gorgeous hair, and her hands come up around his neck to pull him closer. The kiss is slow, sensual. Perfect. It lights Jim on fire.
He pulls away, stands up, and places his empty wine glass on the table, his hands shaking.
"No, Jim, please..." she says, breathless, standing as well.
He quirks an eyebrow at her (damn it, Spock!) and jerks his head toward the bedroom. Her eyes light up, and then she's leading the way.
He watches her walk; the way she glides along. He can almost forget how young she is, how not-okay this whole thing is.
She enters his bedroom, and turns to glance at him over her shoulder. And that is the precise moment that Jim resigns himself to this.
He follows her in, and quick as whip, they're kissing again, Jim closing the door behind him absently, ravaging her mouth with his tongue. She gasps and moans quietly, and holyfuckingshit she is so beautiful, so lovely.
They practically fall on to his bed, Jim on top of Joanna's small frame. Her legs come up to wrap around Jim's waist, and Jim pauses to mentally commend her fast-learning.
They kiss urgently. Jim's hands are all over her, in her hair, on her hips. Joanna pulls away to pull off her shirt, and Jim takes a deep breath. This is going so fast. Jim leans down to press a kiss to the hollow of her throat. Her hand comes up to explore the skin underneath Jim's shirt, and he moves his head back to let her pull his shirt off. Then he's back to kissing her chest, trailing down to press a soft kiss to the swell of each breast, and one to the cleave of her breasts, mumbling a quiet, "Jo," to her skin.
She gasps and archs up into him. Then she's pulling at the belt of his jeans, and with a joint effort, they pull off his jeans, and then Jim leans back to strip Joanna of her own pants. He pauses to drag his hands smoothly up either leg, stopping at her hips bones, which he leans forward to lick, one after the other.
"Jim," she breaths. He moans in response and removes her panties, then her bra, fixing his mouth over one nipple, circling his tongue around it and shivering at the sound of her soft moans and quiet whimpers. He moves to the other, swirling his tongue around it before moving off and blowing cool air over the nipple, which makes her sigh (and his dick throb between his legs).
He straightens up for a moment to pull of his underwear before coming back to rest between Joanna's legs. Then he looks up at her. "Jo?" Her eyes flutter open, and she looks down at him. "If at any point you don't feel comfortable, or you want to stop, you tell me right away, okay?" She nods slowly, gazing right into his eyes. "No, I need to hear you say it, Jo. Okay?"
"Okay," she repeats firmly.
"Good."
Then he spreads soft, wet kisses to the expanse of her stomach and along each of her thighs, finally coming to tongue her clit, circling it and sucking gently. Her hips buck, and she cries out, "Jim!"
He moans quietly in reply, and licks her opening, pressing his tongue in carefully, up, up, and she gasps and moans, her hands coming to rest in his hair. He tongues her clit some more, pushing one finger inside, then another, and thrusting shallowly. Her subsequent moans wreak havoc to Jim's self-restraint, but he works at getting her ready, knows this needs to be something she'll look on without regret.
"Jim, Jim..." she gasps. "Please, I want to..." He looks up at her, and she moans. "God, your eyes..."
Jim smiles up at her, and crawls up the bed so he's face-to-face with her, kisses her softly. "Your eyes."
They kiss slowly, hands exploring each other's bodies carefully. "Jim..." she says breathlessly, after several minutes, "I'm ready."
"Are you sure?" he asks. His hands begin to shake again.
"Fuck yes," she insists, smiling again.
He laughs, reaches over to his bedside table, and plucks a condom from inside the topmost drawer. He tears it open and rolls it on himself, then guides himself to her entrance. When she nods, he pushes inside, slowly, carefully, and she's really tight, which is not to be unexpected, so he pauses with the head of his dick inside her, breathing deeply. She's moaning quietly, looking up at him, her eyes shining.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Very," she answers, and then she's wrapping her legs around him and he's sliding into her, all the way into her, and it feels so good and so right that he can't even feel guilty for wanting - for needing - this.
They move together, kissing deeply, heartbeats matched. Jim reaches down to press his thumb over her clit, rubbing in slow circles to match his careful thrusts. Jim buries his face into her neck, expelling a guttural moan against her throat, and then he's kissing her again. "God, Jo, you feel so good," he moans.
"Mmmm so do you," she moans in reply, and that's really all it takes for Jim to reach his tipping point. He picks up the pace of his thrusts and rubbing slightly, and she's coming, moaning, clencing down around him, "Jim..."
He comes, heart thudding in his chest, vision going white for several moments, and then he pulls out carefully, removing the condom and placing it in the trashcan by his bed. Then he arranges himself on his back and pulls her into his arms.
"Thank you, Jim," Joanna says quietly, and she looks over at him, presses closer, a genuine, beautiful smile on her face.
"Thank you, Joanna," he responds, just as quietly, returning the smile with fervour.
They lie quietly together, conversation unnecessary, and eventually they nod off to sleep.
They're awoken by a knock on the door sometime the following morning.
"Jim! You and I have a meeting in one hour with Pike and the rest of the crew, so you better get showered and dressed in record time, or we're gonna be late, and I'm gonna kill you."
Jim and Joanna share a terrified glance before silently formulating a plan for the very best damage control possible.
End.
What did you think?? I'm so nervous!!
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Date: 2009-08-31 04:48 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading, hon!
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Date: 2009-08-31 05:04 pm (UTC)Aw, so much longing. Poor Jo!! And I can totally see her joining Starfleet in command, with Jim as her hero. *sigh* Thank you for writing this, hon!
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Date: 2009-08-31 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-27 08:01 pm (UTC)not that i'd condone behaviour like this towards one's best friend, of course, but a fic's a flight of fancy, so no harm, no foul, innit?
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Date: 2011-06-30 11:27 pm (UTC)