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

Jan 20, 2010 12:53

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. ( Read more... )

new enterprise, not your father's james t. kirk, !marlena

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lt_moreau January 20 2010, 21:20:42 UTC

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 January 20 2010, 21:56:15 UTC

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 January 20 2010, 22:51:16 UTC

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 January 20 2010, 23:00:53 UTC

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.

lt_moreau January 20 2010, 23:13:00 UTC

Marlena's eyes glinted as she drew back the hand on his face, lightly raking her fingernails down his chest before catching his hands in the gold cloth, twining the sash around both his wrists, and using it to yank his hands away from her skin.

He could break free easily enough if he wanted to take control. She waited to see if he did, before tying the sash.

gold_ambition January 20 2010, 23:19:37 UTC

Was it some kind of test? Proof he was changed, if he let this happen? Or proof that he was what she wanted him to be, what she needed at this moment? He wasn't enormously interested in being Marlena's kept Kirk. On the other hand, he knew what that damn sash meant to her, and liked the knowledge he could rip it to shreds if he wanted to, if he needed to.

Frankly, he was curious to see what she'd do.

His eyes showed no trace of submission as they rested on her face. "Is it that easy, Marlena?" he asked coolly.

lt_moreau January 20 2010, 23:37:33 UTC

"Is it?" she returned. That was what she wanted to know, the purpose of this experiment. She pushed his bound hands above his head, tying them in place, before stripping off her dress. As usual, she wore nothing underneath. The boots could stay on, for now--it wasn't worth getting off of him to remove them.

[OOC - ...*handwaves* There's something to tie his hands to. I don't know what it is, but it's there.]

gold_ambition January 20 2010, 23:56:51 UTC

It hadn't happened often, but they'd done this before. He'd let her turn the tables on him, take control, as if it was ultimate proof of his own power. And as such, did not need to be demonstrated often.

He tugged experimentally at the sash. The knots would give, if he pulled. Because, he suspected, she wanted them to. But Jim wasn't immune to the sight of her, borrowed power and assertiveness. He'd never have chosen her if she'd been some retiring maiden--hell, she'd never have made it to the Enterprise. Right now he wanted her like this, hard and determined and his the moment he broke free. When he chose. His erection slid along her thigh as he bucked against her, eyes glittering as he licked his lips.

"Never."

lt_moreau January 21 2010, 16:50:10 UTC

"Good," she said, bending to kiss him roughly, briefly, before pulling back to consider him. She traced her fingers over his lips. "You've got a gorgeous fucking mouth, Jim," she murmured. She moved up his body, straddling his head. "Put it to good use."

gold_ambition January 21 2010, 17:04:17 UTC

For a moment he just looked up at her, eyebrow quirked. As if amused at her effort to intimidate him, her little show of dominance. But oddly, he felt more like himself than he had in awhile, and as he licked a path into her he reflected that there was more than one way to hold power over a woman.

He bit at her thigh. "Make you feel all powerful?" he murmured against the red, wet mark. "Thinking I'm at your mercy?"

She was at his, his tongue dancing over her, spreading the taste of her to every sensitive bit of flesh.

lt_moreau January 21 2010, 17:11:34 UTC

She grasped a handful of his hair and ground down onto him. "Yes," she gasped, more encouragement than affirmation. God, his tongue was a marvelous thing. She wanted more. She rocked her hips a little, her hand in his hair directing him along with the sounds he was forcing from her lips.

gold_ambition January 21 2010, 17:15:52 UTC

Whatever else, he was still a Jim Kirk. Still took pride in his work, in the sounds he wrested from her. If the motivation was different, the skill was not.

He'd be fucked if someone was going to direct him by the hair like some sort of puppet, though.

His lips fell away, his head wrenched from her grasp.

"It's not a handle," he growled.

lt_moreau January 21 2010, 18:32:53 UTC

She gave another tug, teasingly, before releasing her grip with a pout. "Does it hurt your feelings, being used like that?" She stroked his head, running her fingers through his hair where she'd been holding it. "There, there," she purred, mocking. She cupped his face again, fingertips teasing along the shell of his ear. "That's better, isn't it?"

gold_ambition January 21 2010, 18:39:37 UTC

It wasn't. It was the opposite, and she knew it, and without warning Jim yanked one wrist from the sash and wrapped strong fingers around her wrist.

He bit at her thigh again, harder.

"Is this?"

lt_moreau January 21 2010, 21:20:08 UTC

"F-fuck." She squeezed her eyes shut. It was, it really was, and this was the reason she kept coming back to him. "Yes," she managed. The other hand, the one he hadn't caught, moved to her own slick folds, teasing herself.

gold_ambition January 21 2010, 21:33:32 UTC

"Enough," he growled, letting go of her wrist and putting his free hand on her hip, forcing her down, guiding her down his body as if aware somehow in the back of his mind that he had to do this now, before he remembered it wasn't what he wanted.

"C'mon, baby," he murmured. "Fuck me." He meant, of course, for her to fuck herself on him. Just another way of letting her know who really called the shots.

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