Jim Kirk (
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A Bar Somewhere in Iowa | Thursday FT
Christmas had been a quiet affair so Jim was hoping the New Year's Eve would be less so. He'd invited McCoy along with him but the older man had begged off, saying he was too old for this shit or something. Uhura and Spock were spending time together so it was just Jim and a bar full of people he didn't know.
He was about two drinks in and he'd taken up residence in a corner booth in the back, sitting there alone. There were tons of beautiful women around and he just didn't want to flirt with them right now. Maybe after he got drunk he'd be better prepared but right now, he just wanted to be alone.
[NFB but open]
He was about two drinks in and he'd taken up residence in a corner booth in the back, sitting there alone. There were tons of beautiful women around and he just didn't want to flirt with them right now. Maybe after he got drunk he'd be better prepared but right now, he just wanted to be alone.
[NFB but open]
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She shifted a bit, helped him get the bra off her, and tossed it aside.
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That tone was back in full force. "What kind of angry sex? All harsh with you pulling my hair? Treating me like I've treated you badly?"
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"Didn't say please," she breathed, but it didn't seem like she cared. She was already shifting to try and comply with that request. Shimmying her way out of the rest of her lace.
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Hadn't really been Scott's speed.
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His fingers focused on her clit, lavishing attention on the sensitive area with both his fingers.
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"Didn't you hear me?" she asked, distracted, a little breathy. Still leaned down until her face was close to his. "I can repeat. I need you in my mouth."
There was another little moan at the end of that.
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He crooked and curled his fingers inside of her slowly and then quick and then slowly and quickly.
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She was still telling him when she came against his fingers, wet and throbbing. Though that last repetition of the words was a little... well, distorted by a gasp, or two.
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