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ensigncelery) wrote2010-08-25 04:25 am
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Troubling Thoughts - Kirk/girl!McCoy
Troubling Thoughts
Pairing: Kirk/girl!McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,597
Prompt: "Can I please get some het anal??
Any paring is good, but I love Kirk/girl!McCoy.."
Lenore McCoy considered herself to be a proper southern lady, raised the right way by a proper southern family to have proper southern morals and desires. And, up until she had met Jim Kirk, that image had held pretty strong. The kid just had a way of taking a good thing, or at least a steady and comfortably thing, damn it, and blowing it all to hell.
It was bad enough that she’d turned into such a bitter old bitch after divorcing Jocelyn without her having to go and fall for the ruggedly handsome and absolutely moronic man who’d attached himself firmly and annoyingly to her hip ever since that fateful shuttle flight (at least she got to throw up on his lap, the smug prick). It was pure torture trying to resist him through the years at the academy (she didn’t date womanizing man whores, much less sleep with them casually), but it proved to be impossible to continue resisting him once he’d turned into a semi-respectable hero-slash-starship-captain. Especially since he had gotten really serious about it and had decided that sleeping around on a ship with people he had to work with and serve over every day would be a Very Bad Idea.
The worst part about starting a relationship with the man, though, was how very open he was about his past exploits. If Lenore asked him, Jim Kirk would tell her everything she wanted to know about every sexual encounter he had ever had. She supposed it was kind of sweet that he trusted her enough to accept him despite his (many) faults, but damn if his constant kinky talk didn’t give her ideas that she didn’t want to have. One particular conversation about the Orion (Gaila, she thought her name was? The one in engineering?) girl and Jim asking her to fuck him with her favorite strap on decided to burrow its way into her mind and bite at her ‘til she did something about it.
Oh, but she had no intention of fucking Jim. She wanted him to do it to her.
She had no idea why she wanted it, though! Woman don’t have prostate glands! How could anal sex be anything but uncomfortable and, probably, painful? Ohh, but she did want it, and with a passion that was bordering on obsession. She had caught herself twitching her hips on multiple occasions to try and coax Jim’s cock closer to her other hole, and, what’s worse, she had recently stopped trying to correct herself from doing it.
It was only a matter of time until Jim noticed, she guessed.
“Bones?”
A sharp lance of panic shot through her stomach. She could kick herself if she weren’t so completely out of her mind with pleasure right now.
“Yeah, Jimmy?”
He paused to lean up and cup her cheek, turning her averted eyes until she was staring into ice blue, fogged with a mixture of heated lust and curious concern. His thumb stroked across her cheekbone as he cocked his head to the side a bit, waiting for her to speak, knowing that if he asked her aloud she would just get irrationally angry and avoid the subject. She bit her lip in embarrassed frustration but couldn’t look away from that soft, loving expression.
She opened and closed her mouth a few times, managing to get out a few soft whines that could have passed for syllables, before letting out a huff of air and forcing herself to blurt it out.
“I want you to fuck me up the ass! I don’t know why, I don’t even think I’d really like it, but I just want you to! I want to try it, I want to feel you there, I want--!”
Jim cut her off with his lips on hers, a soft but demanding kiss that took the breath from her and made her realize just how frantic she had become, tears burning at the corners of her eyes. He pulled back slowly, shooting her one of his blinding grins. Somehow, despite all odds, that grin always warmed her to the bone and calmed her down.
“Okay, Len,” he murmured softly. “Okay. We can do that.”
He rubbed firmly at her shoulder for a moment as he reached over to rifle through the bedside drawer, pulling out an unopened bottle of lubricant. And of course he had one prepared; he knew her better than she knew herself. He really could be amazingly tactful and ridiculously sweet when the situation called for it.
He pulled back to sit back on his haunches, squirting some of the lube onto a few of his fingers before lining one up at her hole and glancing up at her with those damnably bright blue eyes. She swallowed nervously before giving a firm nod of her head and clenching her eyes shut at the strange sensation of a finger entering her there. She dragged in a few ragged breaths as he slowly thrust it in and out of her, trying her damnedest to get over the embarrassment that she knew wasn’t necessary around Jim. Jim, the only man who had never judged her no matter how many times he’d had to drag her, drunk and screaming bitterly at the top her lungs, back to her dorm at the academy. Jim, the only man, the only person, who had ever looked at her and honestly told her that he loved every part of her.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
Another finger and a tight whimper drug its way out of her throat. She opened her eyes to see him darting his eyes from the fluttering muscle around his fingers to the wateriness of her own dark eyes. He flashed her a wide, bright smile before leaning down, slowly and deliberately, to drag his tongue across her folds.
Lenore arched up and pushed down against him with a sharp cry at that and, suddenly, all her embarrassment was forgotten in the wake of a hard throb of pleasure right to her gut. She threw back her head and unclenched her fingers from where she was almost ripping the fabric of the sheets to tangle them in her own short hair, writhing beneath Jim’s hands and mouth. As he moved up to suckle at her clit he pushed in a third finger, twisting and stretching them to the pulse of moans and whimpers that were suddenly falling from her lips. All it took for her to completely come apart underneath him was a look into Jim’s lust clouded eyes as he lightly scraped his teeth across her clit. She came hard, clenching around Jim’s slowly thrusting tongue and—oh, Christ—his still twisting fingers, she realized with another pulse of pleasure singing across her nerves.
Jim slowly pulled back with a rather obscene lick of his lips that sent a dull throb of pleasure between Lenore’s thighs, pulling his fingers out of her and wiping them on the sheets before using another squeeze of lube to slick himself up for her. She let out a pleading whimper of, “Oh, fuck, Jim—“ before he lined himself up with her quivering hole. He leaned down to place a hard kiss against her lips as he slowly but steadily pushed into her, ripping a soft, drawn out groan from her throat.
It felt--strange, Lenore though. Strange but so, so good, exactly like it should be with Jim. She wound her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him harder against her and tilting her cheek contentedly towards the harsh pants of breath coming through his nose.
He slowly drew back from her to stare straight into her eyes, and his desperate, wild stare softened again at what he saw there. He drew in a long, tight breath through his teeth before letting it out in a hiss and slowly pulling out of her, trusting back in with a little more speed, staring at her all the while to try and judge her reaction to the movement. When all she did was hook a leg around his hips to pull him in deeper, a soft noise of pleasure escaping through her lips, he seemed to let go and began thrusting into her at a steadier pace.
One of her hands made its way into his messy blonde hair as the other raked down his back, bringing Jim’s face to press firmly against her heaving chest where he proceeded to drag his mouth across her left breast, stopping to suck harshly on her nipple in tune to his thrusts. As their movements began to get heavier and somewhat disjointed, Jim pulled away to look desperately into her eyes, stuttering through a few moans before choking out a quick, “Jesus, Bones. Tou-touch yourself for me, please. I need to feel you come around me.” She did so without a second thought.
The delicious friction of her calloused fingertips sliding across her lips, rubbing harshly against her clit, was the perfect accompaniment to Jim’s sharp, desperate thrusts dragging along the tight walls of her ass, and Lenore gave a few heavy pushes backwards of her hips before her whole body spasmed in orgasm. She let out a low groan a moment later at the soft pleasure of feeling Jim release inside of her, her shaking hand petting its way through his sweat-darkened locks when he collapsed against her.
Oh, yes. This whole damned thing was all Jim’s fault. But, at least he was always there for her so that they could work through his messes together. (The prick. ♥)
Pairing: Kirk/girl!McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1,597
Prompt: "Can I please get some het anal??
Any paring is good, but I love Kirk/girl!McCoy.."
Lenore McCoy considered herself to be a proper southern lady, raised the right way by a proper southern family to have proper southern morals and desires. And, up until she had met Jim Kirk, that image had held pretty strong. The kid just had a way of taking a good thing, or at least a steady and comfortably thing, damn it, and blowing it all to hell.
It was bad enough that she’d turned into such a bitter old bitch after divorcing Jocelyn without her having to go and fall for the ruggedly handsome and absolutely moronic man who’d attached himself firmly and annoyingly to her hip ever since that fateful shuttle flight (at least she got to throw up on his lap, the smug prick). It was pure torture trying to resist him through the years at the academy (she didn’t date womanizing man whores, much less sleep with them casually), but it proved to be impossible to continue resisting him once he’d turned into a semi-respectable hero-slash-starship-captain. Especially since he had gotten really serious about it and had decided that sleeping around on a ship with people he had to work with and serve over every day would be a Very Bad Idea.
The worst part about starting a relationship with the man, though, was how very open he was about his past exploits. If Lenore asked him, Jim Kirk would tell her everything she wanted to know about every sexual encounter he had ever had. She supposed it was kind of sweet that he trusted her enough to accept him despite his (many) faults, but damn if his constant kinky talk didn’t give her ideas that she didn’t want to have. One particular conversation about the Orion (Gaila, she thought her name was? The one in engineering?) girl and Jim asking her to fuck him with her favorite strap on decided to burrow its way into her mind and bite at her ‘til she did something about it.
Oh, but she had no intention of fucking Jim. She wanted him to do it to her.
She had no idea why she wanted it, though! Woman don’t have prostate glands! How could anal sex be anything but uncomfortable and, probably, painful? Ohh, but she did want it, and with a passion that was bordering on obsession. She had caught herself twitching her hips on multiple occasions to try and coax Jim’s cock closer to her other hole, and, what’s worse, she had recently stopped trying to correct herself from doing it.
It was only a matter of time until Jim noticed, she guessed.
“Bones?”
A sharp lance of panic shot through her stomach. She could kick herself if she weren’t so completely out of her mind with pleasure right now.
“Yeah, Jimmy?”
He paused to lean up and cup her cheek, turning her averted eyes until she was staring into ice blue, fogged with a mixture of heated lust and curious concern. His thumb stroked across her cheekbone as he cocked his head to the side a bit, waiting for her to speak, knowing that if he asked her aloud she would just get irrationally angry and avoid the subject. She bit her lip in embarrassed frustration but couldn’t look away from that soft, loving expression.
She opened and closed her mouth a few times, managing to get out a few soft whines that could have passed for syllables, before letting out a huff of air and forcing herself to blurt it out.
“I want you to fuck me up the ass! I don’t know why, I don’t even think I’d really like it, but I just want you to! I want to try it, I want to feel you there, I want--!”
Jim cut her off with his lips on hers, a soft but demanding kiss that took the breath from her and made her realize just how frantic she had become, tears burning at the corners of her eyes. He pulled back slowly, shooting her one of his blinding grins. Somehow, despite all odds, that grin always warmed her to the bone and calmed her down.
“Okay, Len,” he murmured softly. “Okay. We can do that.”
He rubbed firmly at her shoulder for a moment as he reached over to rifle through the bedside drawer, pulling out an unopened bottle of lubricant. And of course he had one prepared; he knew her better than she knew herself. He really could be amazingly tactful and ridiculously sweet when the situation called for it.
He pulled back to sit back on his haunches, squirting some of the lube onto a few of his fingers before lining one up at her hole and glancing up at her with those damnably bright blue eyes. She swallowed nervously before giving a firm nod of her head and clenching her eyes shut at the strange sensation of a finger entering her there. She dragged in a few ragged breaths as he slowly thrust it in and out of her, trying her damnedest to get over the embarrassment that she knew wasn’t necessary around Jim. Jim, the only man who had never judged her no matter how many times he’d had to drag her, drunk and screaming bitterly at the top her lungs, back to her dorm at the academy. Jim, the only man, the only person, who had ever looked at her and honestly told her that he loved every part of her.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
Another finger and a tight whimper drug its way out of her throat. She opened her eyes to see him darting his eyes from the fluttering muscle around his fingers to the wateriness of her own dark eyes. He flashed her a wide, bright smile before leaning down, slowly and deliberately, to drag his tongue across her folds.
Lenore arched up and pushed down against him with a sharp cry at that and, suddenly, all her embarrassment was forgotten in the wake of a hard throb of pleasure right to her gut. She threw back her head and unclenched her fingers from where she was almost ripping the fabric of the sheets to tangle them in her own short hair, writhing beneath Jim’s hands and mouth. As he moved up to suckle at her clit he pushed in a third finger, twisting and stretching them to the pulse of moans and whimpers that were suddenly falling from her lips. All it took for her to completely come apart underneath him was a look into Jim’s lust clouded eyes as he lightly scraped his teeth across her clit. She came hard, clenching around Jim’s slowly thrusting tongue and—oh, Christ—his still twisting fingers, she realized with another pulse of pleasure singing across her nerves.
Jim slowly pulled back with a rather obscene lick of his lips that sent a dull throb of pleasure between Lenore’s thighs, pulling his fingers out of her and wiping them on the sheets before using another squeeze of lube to slick himself up for her. She let out a pleading whimper of, “Oh, fuck, Jim—“ before he lined himself up with her quivering hole. He leaned down to place a hard kiss against her lips as he slowly but steadily pushed into her, ripping a soft, drawn out groan from her throat.
It felt--strange, Lenore though. Strange but so, so good, exactly like it should be with Jim. She wound her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him harder against her and tilting her cheek contentedly towards the harsh pants of breath coming through his nose.
He slowly drew back from her to stare straight into her eyes, and his desperate, wild stare softened again at what he saw there. He drew in a long, tight breath through his teeth before letting it out in a hiss and slowly pulling out of her, trusting back in with a little more speed, staring at her all the while to try and judge her reaction to the movement. When all she did was hook a leg around his hips to pull him in deeper, a soft noise of pleasure escaping through her lips, he seemed to let go and began thrusting into her at a steadier pace.
One of her hands made its way into his messy blonde hair as the other raked down his back, bringing Jim’s face to press firmly against her heaving chest where he proceeded to drag his mouth across her left breast, stopping to suck harshly on her nipple in tune to his thrusts. As their movements began to get heavier and somewhat disjointed, Jim pulled away to look desperately into her eyes, stuttering through a few moans before choking out a quick, “Jesus, Bones. Tou-touch yourself for me, please. I need to feel you come around me.” She did so without a second thought.
The delicious friction of her calloused fingertips sliding across her lips, rubbing harshly against her clit, was the perfect accompaniment to Jim’s sharp, desperate thrusts dragging along the tight walls of her ass, and Lenore gave a few heavy pushes backwards of her hips before her whole body spasmed in orgasm. She let out a low groan a moment later at the soft pleasure of feeling Jim release inside of her, her shaking hand petting its way through his sweat-darkened locks when he collapsed against her.
Oh, yes. This whole damned thing was all Jim’s fault. But, at least he was always there for her so that they could work through his messes together. (The prick. ♥)