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[arrowthruhearts]

Cupid's arrow!
You've been hit with the love arrow via cupid! She's a sneaky little devil and caught you when you weren't looking! For whatever reason she thought you needed a little help for this Valentine's Day.

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[yeomanbeehive]

[Feels something like a bee-sting on the back of her leg and she twists to see what got her.] Oh, please don't be something deadly.

[warpfactor_sexy]

*he frowns, because there's an -- arrow? -- sticking out of her leg, but there's no blood or anything, and it's this really strange looking arrow. Who'd use an arrow? But there it is, sticking out of her perfectly formed, shapely calf*

It's -- it's an arrow. With like white feathers and everything.

[yeomanbeehive]

Um? [she bends her knee so she can pull it out, and it doesn't hurt too much, but she suddenly felt... hot. and giddy.] Oh, it's okay, Captain. I'm fine now. [she reaching back again to rub her fingers over the spot on her leg again] Really!

[warpfactor_sexy]

Are you sure? It's an arrow. In your leg. That's got to at least leave a mark or something.

*As though to confirm for himself that she's okay, his hand follows hers, and he's stroking her calf, telling himself he's just checking for injury. Must have one of his crew hurt. That's just bad for everybody. And wow, her skin is like pure silk, how come he's never noticed that? And her legs, damn, those are some legs*

[yeomanbeehive]

[She shuts her eyes because ohgosh that feels nice, and she's wondering briefly if the back of her knee was always that sensitive or maybe Jim- um, the Captain's doing something. That must be it. His hands are just warm, that's all. But it's distracting and unexpected, and Jan laughs but it sounds more like a giggle, what's that about.]

Mhmm. I feel fine. But maybe I should sit somewhere? Just incase. [but she's not moving because why the Hell would she move right now.]

[warpfactor_sexy]

*She's laughing, this lovely little trill of laughter, and he smiles up at her, very relieved that she's feeling better, and is that his hand practically on her thigh? That is. Weird, how'd that get there*

Let's get you somewhere you can rest. Just in case. *he picks her up, nodding, totally serious about what's going on* I have a chair in my quarters. That'll work for sitting.

[yeomanbeehive]

Good idea, sir. [sir. it suddenly sounds all sorts of dirty, at least to her, and she's glad she can hide her smile against his shoulder after he picks her up. her arm finds its way around his neck, to hold herself up, but there's really no reason why her fingers are toying with the hair on the nape of his neck, and it takes her a second to realize what she's doing before she stops herself.] Thank you for helping me, you didn't have to. I... am glad you are though. Really.

[warpfactor_sexy]

I have a lot of those.

*the sir does sound dirty, Kirk notices that as well, and he swallows, hard, trying to block off all the naughty thoughts that it's bringing to the forefront of his mind. She's been wounded, shot by a fucking arrow in the middle of his ship. His priority is to get her back to his quarters and get her uniform off her, and to go over every inch of that tantalizing skin and check to make sure there's no other wounds. He's going to have to look very, very closely, really pay attention to every last inch of her, just in case. He bites his lip at the way her fingers feel curling through his hair, and he's almost disappointed when they stop, even though that was a bit informal for the relationship between Captain and his Yeoman, and definitely distracting him from the current mission of getting her to his quarters and getting her naked*

Of course I did, Janice. It's my duty and my pleasure to look after your well-being.

[yeomanbeehive]

[Jan was being good now, not playing with his hair, making sure that her hand stayed nice and still by keeping her fingers tucked into the collar of his shirt where they curled around his neck. She did wish she could stop smiling though, because yeah, she was just shot for goodness sake, but all she can seem to focus on is the way his adam's apple moves when he swallows, the way his lips part sometimes to take a breath. And there's something about the birthmark just near his ear that makes her want to kiss his neck until she finds his pulse point, and maybe tug his ear lobe between her teeth, and it's all very irrational but it's all she can think about.

Her hold on him tightens a little once they've stepped onto deck five, because they're so close now and she really just needs to sit, or actually laying down for a while might be the safer option, just until these oddly strong feelings pass.]

[warpfactor_sexy]

*She's holding onto his neck, which is good, because it helps keep her in his arms as he carries her down the hall, smacking the sensor on the wall with his elbow, the door to his quarters opening silently. He steps through and it closes behind him as he strides across the room, laying her down gently on the bed. He kneels beside her, hands sliding over her legs, making sure that she's okay, rubbing her calf gently before sliding up to massage her thigh*

Does this hurt?

[yeomanbeehive]

N-No. It's- [She sucks in a breath, her knee bending a little after he started rubbing her thigh, and even though he might just be checking for injuries it feels really nice, better than nice, and she has to bite into her bottom lip to keep from making any inappropriate sounds. Which isn't like her, not really, she's usually pretty good at keeping herself in check, but for some reason it's just not happening right now. Jan looks over at him, shifting a little closer to the edge of the bed before her hand slides down to cover his, and for a second she thinks ohgood, her sense of professionalism is finally kicking in again, but then she's moving his hand a little further up her leg, the hem of her uniform moving back with it.]

That feels really good, Captain. Mmm, I mean, I feel good. I'll be okay.

[warpfactor_sexy]

Good. *he leans down, bends down to kiss her thigh between the splayed fingers of his hand. There's no sense in not being thorough, he thinks as his strokes her skin, as he rubs his cheek against her leg, relishing the softness, the smoothness against his cheek. This leg seems to be fine, more than fine, but there might be something on her other leg, maybe she got hit twice and they didn't realize it, and he keeps on hand where it is, stroking and caresses, while his other hand slides up her right leg, pushing her skirt back further, higher, exposing more of her beautiful skin, and he's kissing her high on her inner thigh, nibbling and tasting, eyes looking up at her* But we have to make sure, don't we?

[yeomanbeehive]

Mhm. Yes, please. [hot, everything is getting really hot, really fast, and his lips and his teeth are bringing her closer to ripping his clothes off. wait, or maybe her clothes. nono, she's not supposed to be taking off her dress, but there she is, shimmying just a bit before pulling it up over her head and laying back down again once it drops on the floor. but now her hands have nothing to do, so she reaches down to thread her fingers in his hair, stuck between trying to persuade him into bringing those kisses up further, so she can kiss back, and making sure he stays right there. she hums quietly in thought, or maybe that was a moan, because once she looks down again he's meeting her gaze, bright blue eyes looking back, and her hand tightens in his hair a little.] I'm feeling feverish, Jim. Captain. Dizzy, hot. Do you feel it?

[warpfactor_sexy]

Yeah. *his eyes are raking over her body as his hands move on her thighs, and her hand in his hair feels really, really awesome. He licks his lips, the taste of her skin lingering on them* I do. Hot, and dizzy. *he pulls back, tearing off his shirt, tossing it over his shoulder before dropping back to the bed, sliding up her body, hands and mouth moving over her skin*

[yeomanbeehive]

It's okay, though. This will fix it. Mm, make us better. [her thoughts fizz out at the sight of more skin, and she reaches for him, greedy to touch and scratch. she licks her lips, he's finding all the sensitive places on her skin, actually everything feels sensitive for some reason, but she can't get enough. once he's close enough she's got her hands back in his hair, and she sits up just a little, enough to make it easy to pull him in for a kiss, and it's not nearly as polite as she means to be, her tongue darting out to flick across his top lip before she bares her teeth a little against his mouth, nails pressing into his skin.]

[warpfactor_sexy]

Fix things. *he's murmuring against her lips, moaning as her nails prick into his skin, rolling his hips down against hers. One hand slips down her side, slipping under her thigh, bending her leg back toward her chest as he grinds up against her. God, the taste of her, it's like something he didn't realize that he was craving, but he can't get enough of it, wants to drown in her* Fixing's good.