Big Bang 2010 - If Wishes Were Horses 14/18
Title: If Wishes Were Horses
Author: fringedweller
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Primarily Kirk/Rand, with background McCoy/Chapel and Pike/One and others, het and slash
Warnings: None
Length: 2205
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything recognisable in this fic and I’m not making any money from it.
Notes: Beta by seren_ccd
Summary: All her life Janice Rand had wanted one thing - to figure out just what she was supposed to do with herself. She drifted into Starfleet on a whim, and to her surprise, found a niche to fill. But being assigned to the Enterprise brings with it a challenge to her neat and ordered way of life, and Janice is unsure as to how much she's willing to let James T. Kirk affect her. But since when has love ever been easy? And will Janice let her heart stand in the way of her career?
When she talked about it later, she claimed that she didn’t know what prompted her to do it. Something inside her just went snap, and all of a sudden she had a hand on his jaw and had pressed her lips firmly against his. It just felt like the correct thing to do, and for once, she went with her gut instead of a carefully drawn out and colour-coded plan.
He was surprised for a moment, but then eagerly returned the kiss, letting his hands wander down her back and rest on her hips.
When they parted for air, he looked bemused, and slightly disgruntled.
“I had always pictured me making the first move,” he told her. She laughed.
“Are you seriously trying to start an argument?” she asked him, letting her hands roam down over his backside.
“No!” he said quickly. “God, Janice, no, “
He kissed her then, tugging her forwards until his legs hit a couch and he sat, pulling her on top of him. She ended up straddling him as he tugged her hair out of its neat ponytail to fall through his fingers. She rocked her hips experimentally and he groaned at the contact. She did it again, adding a particularly dirty grind into the movement. She was rewarded by a moan of pleasure and a rain of kisses along the side of her face and her neck, so she did it again.
He tugged at the front of her snowsuit, popping open the fastenings to reveal nothing but creamy skin and a bright green bra. His eyebrows raised in surprise.
“I didn’t take you for somebody who...ah, that’s good, right there...who went naked under her ski suit, Janice,” he panted, as she leaned forward to suck on one of his earlobes.
“I didn’t take you for somebody who would talk so much when someone’s trying to have sex with you,” she returned, sliding a hand down to cup the firm length of him that was pressing insistently up through his suit.
“Point taken,” he groaned as she returned her attention to his earlobe.
He attacked her clothes with a vengeance, but they were thwarted by their boots.
“Stupid things,” he muttered as he tugged at them, then cursed again as he had to navigate the fastenings of his snowsuit.
She laughed as she did the same.
“You couldn’t have kissed me when we were on the ship?” he complained. “Sweat pants are easier to take off. Even uniforms have fewer fastenings than these.”
“If you want something, you’ve got to work for it,” she teased, tugging the snowsuit down to reveal her underwear.
He paused to admire her, then returned to frantically pulling off his own clothes. He obviously hadn’t trusted the thermopolymers in the material of the suits to keep his temperature steady, because he had another layer of clothing underneath his suit.
“Don’t undress any more,” he said, the sound muffled by the clothes he was pulling over his head. “I want to take them off you.”
“The clock’s ticking, Jim,” she said, walking backwards through the door to the bedroom. “If you don’t get over here soon I’ll have to do it myself.”
To demonstrate, she ran a finger under the edge of her bra strap, and let it slide provocatively off her shoulder.
There was a flurry of movement, then a fully naked Jim Kirk swept her up into his arms and deposited her on the bed. He followed immediately after her, and she was soon pressed fully against his body, parts of which were expressing their pleasure at the situation.
“Hurry up,” she panted, as he toyed with a nipple though the silky fabric of her bra. “Take it off.”
“Hush,” he told her, mouthing kisses across her exposed neck and chest. “I’ve waited a long time for this, and I want to enjoy it.”
“I’ve been waiting too,” she said, running her hands across his back and shoulders, marvelling at the warmth and solidity of him under her hands. “And I want you go to faster!”
“Compromise,” he grinned, and flipped them so she was on top. He sat up against the headboard and pulled her down to straddle him again. She moaned loudly as he returned his mouth to her breasts, still covered in her bra, but his hands slipped lower, tracing shapes along her back and then down over her hips. She felt a tentative finger slide into the top of the elastic of her now thoroughly dampened underwear and she bit his earlobe in encouragement.
The finger slipped further downward and into the middle of the wet heat, toying with the hard nub of her clitoris before sliding into her slick opening. She tightened her internal muscles around him, making him stutter and curse before altering the position of his hand to allow a second finger to enter. She ground against the palm of his hand as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her in a firm, steady rhythm. The friction, combined with Jim’s steady litany of all the things he wanted to do to her, that he was going to do with her, was enough to trigger her first orgasm of the day.
It wasn’t going to be her last.
She had been gripping tightly to Jim’s shoulders for the first one; as soon as the aftershocks were over, she fumbled with the hooks on her bra and pulled it off. His hands pulled at her underwear, and then he rolled her underneath him. His lips found her nipples, this time without the thin barrier of material, and it was as if each suck and nip sent a shockwave of pleasure strumming through her body.
“Want to taste you,” he muttered, but Janice was too desperate to delay things any longer.
“Later,” she panted, and twisted her hips up in alignment with his. She felt him push slowly inside her, and she gripped his hips tightly, locking her ankles behind his back.
“Move,” she ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed, and Janice found herself on the way to orgasms two and three. Number four happened an hour later, when they were twisted up in the sheets and Jim remembered his wish to taste her, and number five about an hour after that, when she was perched on a convenient shelf in the shower stall and he discovered that the shower head was detachable.
At no point during their hasty meal standing cuddled together near the food synthesiser, or afterwards as they lay entwined on the couch, watching the snowflakes settle on the snowy ground, did either of them mention their jobs, or the ship that was waiting for them in orbit above.
They dozed off under a blanket on the sofa, an untidy pile of arms and legs. Janice didn’t care about the awkward position or the crick in her neck she knew she’d have when they eventually moved. She was the happiest she had been in a long time, and she just wanted to enjoy it.
She woke up to a gentle tickle from the slide of a thumbnail against her spine.
“The comm unit is beeping,” he told her, dropping an apologetic kiss onto her hair. “I have to move.”
He didn’t bother to cover himself as he strode to the comm unit to answer the message; Janice shook her head at the sight of him strutting like a peacock, but she did use the chance to ogle him shamelessly. She was too busy looking at the definition in his abdominal muscles to catch his side of the conversation, but the sad look on his face was enough to make her understand the meaning of it.
“They’re sending a transport vehicle to collect us,” he told her, pulling her back into his lap for another kiss. “It should be here in thirty minutes to take us back down to the resort.”
“Sad to see the back of this place?” she teased, stroking the edge of his jaw.
“I’m thinking of buying it,” he confessed. “And putting a big sign above the door, ‘James T. Kirk got his wish come true here’.”
That was soppy enough to earn him a reward.
“A lot can be achieved in thirty minutes,” she told him, a mischievous smile on her face. She pushed him back onto the couch, and, settling between his legs, began to prove that she was unsurpassed in time management.
They were dressed and waiting for the rescue vehicle when it arrived, and the driver exchanged friendly conversation with them as he reversed his journey down the hill. Janice spent most of the drive in silent contemplation of what had occurred at the shelter, leaving Kirk to keep up their end of the conversation.
She didn’t regret what she had started, not for one second. She knew that she should; Maggie’s advice from four years ago about not getting involved with a senior officer was running through her head, and she could see the older woman’s face as clearly as if she was standing next to her. She looked at the man she knew she was falling in love with gesture with his hands as he demonstrated some wild skiing move for the benefit of the amused driver. Somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to feel sorry for what she had done. And, she reminded herself, Maggie had ended up marrying Tara, who had been her superior when they had served together.
Kirk turned and caught her eye, and beamed at her. She couldn’t help but smile back, and when he reached out and grabbed her hand before turning back to the driver, her heart actually stuttered a little in its steady rhythm.
They walked back to the small chalet the women were staying in only to find it empty. A note from Uhura apologised for missing her earlier in the day, and told her that both Gaila and Christine had disappeared up to the main house and were probably going to spend the rest of the day and night there. Uhura had a dinner reservation with Spock, and she invited Janice to accompany them.
“No,” said Kirk firmly, taking the note out of Janice’s hand. “I’m not double-dating with Spock. That’s just too weird.”
“Relax,” Janice teased, logging onto the communications system and sending a polite refusal message to Uhura’s comm unit. “I wouldn’t make you do that. And you can’t, anyway. So, don’t worry.”
She turned back to the machine to ensure that she was typing the message correctly, but she felt Kirk stand behind her before he put his hands on her shoulders.
“We’re going to have to talk about that,” he said, brushing her hair to one side so he could kiss the juncture of her shoulder and neck. “But not now, Janice. Not tonight.”
“No,” she agreed, turning to face him. “Not tonight. Tonight I want to explore the bathtub that Gaila said was big enough to have an orgy in. Does that sound like something you could help me with?”
His reply was to sweep her up in his arms and take off down the corridor, heading unerringly for the bathroom, laughing gleefully all the way.
Janice didn’t see much action out on the slopes during her shore leave; in fact, except for showers and raids on the food synthesisers, she spent most of it in bed. She had no idea what her friends were doing, and frankly, she didn’t care. If they were only having half as much fun as she was, they were just fine. Sooner or later though, there was a conversation that demanded to be held.
“I’m going to miss this,” Janice yawned, as she trailed a finger lazily up and down Kirk’s chest. “It’s been nice waking up next to somebody.”
He was silent, but his arms tightened firmly around her.
“It’s ok,” she said quietly. “I understand.”
“It’s not ok,” he said at last. “It’s about as far from ok as you can get. I understand if you...” He paused and sighed heavily. “If you want to end this here, I understand, Janice.”
His arms tightened around her further, betraying his real feelings. Janice sighed, and kissed the nearest piece of skin she could reach.
“I’m not going anywhere, idiot,” she said fondly. “Not unless you’re calling it off too.”
“Never,” he said quickly.
“Well then, we’ll just have to get used to being discreet,” Janice said firmly. “We’re not the only ones.”
“No, but you’ve got the most to lose,” Kirk replied, his tone of voice betraying his concern.
“Jim, if we do this right, I won’t lose anything,” she sighed. “We just have to establish some ground rules. And stick to them,” she warned.
“I suppose me clearing the bridge and going down on you spread out in the captain’s chair is going to be out of bounds,” he said mournfully, trailing a hand down and rubbing gently between her legs.
“Yes,” Janice sighed, tilting her hips up for a better angle. “But I may be able to clear some holodeck time in the very near future.”
“I’d better practice then,” he murmured, and that was the end of that particular discussion.
Author: fringedweller
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Primarily Kirk/Rand, with background McCoy/Chapel and Pike/One and others, het and slash
Warnings: None
Length: 2205
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything recognisable in this fic and I’m not making any money from it.
Notes: Beta by seren_ccd
Summary: All her life Janice Rand had wanted one thing - to figure out just what she was supposed to do with herself. She drifted into Starfleet on a whim, and to her surprise, found a niche to fill. But being assigned to the Enterprise brings with it a challenge to her neat and ordered way of life, and Janice is unsure as to how much she's willing to let James T. Kirk affect her. But since when has love ever been easy? And will Janice let her heart stand in the way of her career?
When she talked about it later, she claimed that she didn’t know what prompted her to do it. Something inside her just went snap, and all of a sudden she had a hand on his jaw and had pressed her lips firmly against his. It just felt like the correct thing to do, and for once, she went with her gut instead of a carefully drawn out and colour-coded plan.
He was surprised for a moment, but then eagerly returned the kiss, letting his hands wander down her back and rest on her hips.
When they parted for air, he looked bemused, and slightly disgruntled.
“I had always pictured me making the first move,” he told her. She laughed.
“Are you seriously trying to start an argument?” she asked him, letting her hands roam down over his backside.
“No!” he said quickly. “God, Janice, no, “
He kissed her then, tugging her forwards until his legs hit a couch and he sat, pulling her on top of him. She ended up straddling him as he tugged her hair out of its neat ponytail to fall through his fingers. She rocked her hips experimentally and he groaned at the contact. She did it again, adding a particularly dirty grind into the movement. She was rewarded by a moan of pleasure and a rain of kisses along the side of her face and her neck, so she did it again.
He tugged at the front of her snowsuit, popping open the fastenings to reveal nothing but creamy skin and a bright green bra. His eyebrows raised in surprise.
“I didn’t take you for somebody who...ah, that’s good, right there...who went naked under her ski suit, Janice,” he panted, as she leaned forward to suck on one of his earlobes.
“I didn’t take you for somebody who would talk so much when someone’s trying to have sex with you,” she returned, sliding a hand down to cup the firm length of him that was pressing insistently up through his suit.
“Point taken,” he groaned as she returned her attention to his earlobe.
He attacked her clothes with a vengeance, but they were thwarted by their boots.
“Stupid things,” he muttered as he tugged at them, then cursed again as he had to navigate the fastenings of his snowsuit.
She laughed as she did the same.
“You couldn’t have kissed me when we were on the ship?” he complained. “Sweat pants are easier to take off. Even uniforms have fewer fastenings than these.”
“If you want something, you’ve got to work for it,” she teased, tugging the snowsuit down to reveal her underwear.
He paused to admire her, then returned to frantically pulling off his own clothes. He obviously hadn’t trusted the thermopolymers in the material of the suits to keep his temperature steady, because he had another layer of clothing underneath his suit.
“Don’t undress any more,” he said, the sound muffled by the clothes he was pulling over his head. “I want to take them off you.”
“The clock’s ticking, Jim,” she said, walking backwards through the door to the bedroom. “If you don’t get over here soon I’ll have to do it myself.”
To demonstrate, she ran a finger under the edge of her bra strap, and let it slide provocatively off her shoulder.
There was a flurry of movement, then a fully naked Jim Kirk swept her up into his arms and deposited her on the bed. He followed immediately after her, and she was soon pressed fully against his body, parts of which were expressing their pleasure at the situation.
“Hurry up,” she panted, as he toyed with a nipple though the silky fabric of her bra. “Take it off.”
“Hush,” he told her, mouthing kisses across her exposed neck and chest. “I’ve waited a long time for this, and I want to enjoy it.”
“I’ve been waiting too,” she said, running her hands across his back and shoulders, marvelling at the warmth and solidity of him under her hands. “And I want you go to faster!”
“Compromise,” he grinned, and flipped them so she was on top. He sat up against the headboard and pulled her down to straddle him again. She moaned loudly as he returned his mouth to her breasts, still covered in her bra, but his hands slipped lower, tracing shapes along her back and then down over her hips. She felt a tentative finger slide into the top of the elastic of her now thoroughly dampened underwear and she bit his earlobe in encouragement.
The finger slipped further downward and into the middle of the wet heat, toying with the hard nub of her clitoris before sliding into her slick opening. She tightened her internal muscles around him, making him stutter and curse before altering the position of his hand to allow a second finger to enter. She ground against the palm of his hand as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her in a firm, steady rhythm. The friction, combined with Jim’s steady litany of all the things he wanted to do to her, that he was going to do with her, was enough to trigger her first orgasm of the day.
It wasn’t going to be her last.
She had been gripping tightly to Jim’s shoulders for the first one; as soon as the aftershocks were over, she fumbled with the hooks on her bra and pulled it off. His hands pulled at her underwear, and then he rolled her underneath him. His lips found her nipples, this time without the thin barrier of material, and it was as if each suck and nip sent a shockwave of pleasure strumming through her body.
“Want to taste you,” he muttered, but Janice was too desperate to delay things any longer.
“Later,” she panted, and twisted her hips up in alignment with his. She felt him push slowly inside her, and she gripped his hips tightly, locking her ankles behind his back.
“Move,” she ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed, and Janice found herself on the way to orgasms two and three. Number four happened an hour later, when they were twisted up in the sheets and Jim remembered his wish to taste her, and number five about an hour after that, when she was perched on a convenient shelf in the shower stall and he discovered that the shower head was detachable.
At no point during their hasty meal standing cuddled together near the food synthesiser, or afterwards as they lay entwined on the couch, watching the snowflakes settle on the snowy ground, did either of them mention their jobs, or the ship that was waiting for them in orbit above.
They dozed off under a blanket on the sofa, an untidy pile of arms and legs. Janice didn’t care about the awkward position or the crick in her neck she knew she’d have when they eventually moved. She was the happiest she had been in a long time, and she just wanted to enjoy it.
She woke up to a gentle tickle from the slide of a thumbnail against her spine.
“The comm unit is beeping,” he told her, dropping an apologetic kiss onto her hair. “I have to move.”
He didn’t bother to cover himself as he strode to the comm unit to answer the message; Janice shook her head at the sight of him strutting like a peacock, but she did use the chance to ogle him shamelessly. She was too busy looking at the definition in his abdominal muscles to catch his side of the conversation, but the sad look on his face was enough to make her understand the meaning of it.
“They’re sending a transport vehicle to collect us,” he told her, pulling her back into his lap for another kiss. “It should be here in thirty minutes to take us back down to the resort.”
“Sad to see the back of this place?” she teased, stroking the edge of his jaw.
“I’m thinking of buying it,” he confessed. “And putting a big sign above the door, ‘James T. Kirk got his wish come true here’.”
That was soppy enough to earn him a reward.
“A lot can be achieved in thirty minutes,” she told him, a mischievous smile on her face. She pushed him back onto the couch, and, settling between his legs, began to prove that she was unsurpassed in time management.
They were dressed and waiting for the rescue vehicle when it arrived, and the driver exchanged friendly conversation with them as he reversed his journey down the hill. Janice spent most of the drive in silent contemplation of what had occurred at the shelter, leaving Kirk to keep up their end of the conversation.
She didn’t regret what she had started, not for one second. She knew that she should; Maggie’s advice from four years ago about not getting involved with a senior officer was running through her head, and she could see the older woman’s face as clearly as if she was standing next to her. She looked at the man she knew she was falling in love with gesture with his hands as he demonstrated some wild skiing move for the benefit of the amused driver. Somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to feel sorry for what she had done. And, she reminded herself, Maggie had ended up marrying Tara, who had been her superior when they had served together.
Kirk turned and caught her eye, and beamed at her. She couldn’t help but smile back, and when he reached out and grabbed her hand before turning back to the driver, her heart actually stuttered a little in its steady rhythm.
They walked back to the small chalet the women were staying in only to find it empty. A note from Uhura apologised for missing her earlier in the day, and told her that both Gaila and Christine had disappeared up to the main house and were probably going to spend the rest of the day and night there. Uhura had a dinner reservation with Spock, and she invited Janice to accompany them.
“No,” said Kirk firmly, taking the note out of Janice’s hand. “I’m not double-dating with Spock. That’s just too weird.”
“Relax,” Janice teased, logging onto the communications system and sending a polite refusal message to Uhura’s comm unit. “I wouldn’t make you do that. And you can’t, anyway. So, don’t worry.”
She turned back to the machine to ensure that she was typing the message correctly, but she felt Kirk stand behind her before he put his hands on her shoulders.
“We’re going to have to talk about that,” he said, brushing her hair to one side so he could kiss the juncture of her shoulder and neck. “But not now, Janice. Not tonight.”
“No,” she agreed, turning to face him. “Not tonight. Tonight I want to explore the bathtub that Gaila said was big enough to have an orgy in. Does that sound like something you could help me with?”
His reply was to sweep her up in his arms and take off down the corridor, heading unerringly for the bathroom, laughing gleefully all the way.
Janice didn’t see much action out on the slopes during her shore leave; in fact, except for showers and raids on the food synthesisers, she spent most of it in bed. She had no idea what her friends were doing, and frankly, she didn’t care. If they were only having half as much fun as she was, they were just fine. Sooner or later though, there was a conversation that demanded to be held.
“I’m going to miss this,” Janice yawned, as she trailed a finger lazily up and down Kirk’s chest. “It’s been nice waking up next to somebody.”
He was silent, but his arms tightened firmly around her.
“It’s ok,” she said quietly. “I understand.”
“It’s not ok,” he said at last. “It’s about as far from ok as you can get. I understand if you...” He paused and sighed heavily. “If you want to end this here, I understand, Janice.”
His arms tightened around her further, betraying his real feelings. Janice sighed, and kissed the nearest piece of skin she could reach.
“I’m not going anywhere, idiot,” she said fondly. “Not unless you’re calling it off too.”
“Never,” he said quickly.
“Well then, we’ll just have to get used to being discreet,” Janice said firmly. “We’re not the only ones.”
“No, but you’ve got the most to lose,” Kirk replied, his tone of voice betraying his concern.
“Jim, if we do this right, I won’t lose anything,” she sighed. “We just have to establish some ground rules. And stick to them,” she warned.
“I suppose me clearing the bridge and going down on you spread out in the captain’s chair is going to be out of bounds,” he said mournfully, trailing a hand down and rubbing gently between her legs.
“Yes,” Janice sighed, tilting her hips up for a better angle. “But I may be able to clear some holodeck time in the very near future.”
“I’d better practice then,” he murmured, and that was the end of that particular discussion.