Room 222 | Sunday Morning

[pursuedthestars]

Jim hadn't wasted any time in getting back to his room. Hey, he would almost welcome Jackson's presence after all that time without privacy. He didn't mind the bouncy castles but man, the novelty wore off quick and he didn't like rolling over in the middle of the night and ending up splayed against the side of a castle with plastic up his nose.

He'd brought Natalie the snake back first, setting her up on his bed so she could slither around and do her snake thing before going back and getting the rest of his stuff. He'd dropped all that on the floor beside his bed and stretched before flopping down beside Natalie.

Who was still a snake.

"You ever gonna change back?" he asked idly, not expecting a response. He got none. Jim sighed and tucked an arm under his head. Snakes were not great conversation partners.

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[whenshewasnice]

"Say how you feel about me," she instructed with exaggerated patience. Okay, maybe she bit down sharper again right after saying that. But still. "Say you don't hate me."

[pursuedthestars]

"Fine, fine," he said, twitching against her again. "I don't hate you. I never have. See? Happy now?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shrugged one shoulder vaguely, and didn't answer for the moment it took to lick a path down his neck again.

"I could be happier."

[pursuedthestars]

"How could you be happier?" Jim asked quietly, sighing and looking down at her a bit.

[whenshewasnice]

For once, the answer to that question was pretty simple.

"If you didn't have quite as many clothes on."

[pursuedthestars]

"You're laying on top of me," Jim pointed out because she was. "I can't really do anything about that, unfortunately."

[whenshewasnice]

"Would you like me to get off you, then?" Natalie asked, almost sweetly. Well, mock sweetly, but close enough.

[pursuedthestars]

"No. If you can get my clothes off while staying on top of me? That would be ideal," Jim countered with a smile.

[whenshewasnice]

"We don't live in an ideal world, James Kirk," Natalie told him, pushing herself more upright, which would have been sad had that not made her comfortably straddle him. And also if it hadn't been to make it easier for her to start tugging his shirt off. "So loss of contact it is."

[pursuedthestars]

"James," he said, shaking his head and holding his arms up to make the shirt removal a little easier. "I prefer Jim, thank you."

[whenshewasnice]

"We all prefer a lot of things, but again, not the ideal world," she told him as she pulled his shirt off. "And I would've called you by your full name, but I don't know what your middle name is, or whether you even have one."

[pursuedthestars]

"I have one."

Boy, did he. Ugh.

"But, you will never know it."

[whenshewasnice]

And here was the one person who would've just Googled its etymology like a geek and told him it was fine.

But she shrugged a shoulder as she tossed his shirt away. No skin off her back. "Then you'll never know mine, either."

[pursuedthestars]

"I don't need to know your middle name," Jim told her, shrugging right back at her. "First names are just fine."

[whenshewasnice]

"My middle name's gained significance over the years." Through Peter's errant sister, and the villain in Jace's world. But that was just an idle thought, and her hands were already on the front of his pants. "But it's information that's given out selectively, anyway, and you don't even call me by a nickname so you're far from middle name clearance status."

Kidding. Mostly.

[pursuedthestars]

"Ooooh. Not good enough for your middle name, am I?" He shook his head and glanced down at her hands. "Bet I know who does get the privilege of your middle name."

[whenshewasnice]

"A few people," she replied lightly as she was undoing his pants. "Which one are you thinking of? No points if it's someone I dated for a year because that's just obvious."

[pursuedthestars]

"I bet the guy you're going to Haiti for knows," Jim said since he'd been thinking of her ex at first.

[whenshewasnice]

"My closest friend?" Natalie asked, a bit dismissively. "Also obvious. My little brother does too."

[pursuedthestars]

"Guess I'm just not as important as they are," he said with a sigh. "Oh well. It's something I'll get over."

[whenshewasnice]

"No, it's not." She tugged on his pants. "You won't get over it because it hasn't shaken you in the first place."

[pursuedthestars]

"Well, it shows me where I fall in your pantheon of important people," Jim told her, lifting his hips. "And that place is pretty much outside and in the forest."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shrugged. "I don't merit your middle name, either." And it said about as little about their relationship as the reverse, which was exactly nothing, as far as she was concerned.

She scooted backwards a little bit as she was pulling his pants off.

[pursuedthestars]

"But, that's not because I'm selective in telling people and not telling people," Jim told her easily. "I tell exactly no one. It's not a matter of being selective about who knows. No one knows. So, everyone is on the same level. Not so for you."

[whenshewasnice]

"Irrelevant since it's not even information you want," Natalie retorted. His pants ended up on the floor, and she took the moment to also pull the blanket off from around her hips, finally. "At least not before it started looking like a status symbol."