There's a rose in a fisted glove - [James' quarters] - ["James," Marlena]

[gold_ambition]

It probably wasn't going to work, any more than the tea party or working over the younger Kirk had. But Jim was damned if he was just going to roll over and take it, let Tina Chapel's spell have him without a fight. If it meant proving something to Marlena--though the need to prove anything to her at all made him want to punch something--so be it.

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[lt_moreau]

She pressed the buzzer on his door without allowing herself time to think about it, this time. It was strange, the other day's hesitation, the way she'd stopped. She didn't think about why, didn't want to think about it. It was just Jim, just going to his quarters for a bit of easy gratification the way she had a thousand times before.

Marlena leaned against the wall beside his door as she waited for him to let her in.

[gold_ambition]

The command for the door to admit her came quickly. Jim reclined on the bed, golden eyes watching her with none of the laziness which informed his posture. He needed to bury himself in something. She'd do just as well.

He wasn't wearing anything, and his cock rested, half-erect, waiting.

[lt_moreau]

Her breath caught at the sight of him, laid out like that for her pleasure. She had crossed the room before she'd even realized it, straddling him on the bed. One hand cupped his cheek as she stared into his dark, golden eyes, so intense. Her other hand hastily unknotted the sash at her waist.

[gold_ambition]

She was on him almost before the door had slid shut, and for now, at least, that was enough. This wasn't what he wanted. But he was prepared to ignore that as long as he could. Whatever she said, whatever front she put up, this wasn't just sex or power for Marlena. She had a personal stake in him, and he knew it.

Was that only possible in someone from his own world? People here did not meet his eyes the way she did. He wondered what that meant. He wondered if he could fuck that lingering tenderness, or whatever it was, out of her. His hands rested at her waist for a moment, then slid down her thighs and then up again, under her skirt.