OPEN // december catch-all log

[winscenario]

CHARACTERS: James T. Kirk & you!
LOCATION: around the station; training room & the nearest doorframe for your convenience for the time being
DATE: throughout December
CONTENT: mistletoe shenanigans because I'm a sucker for it; some sparring action; more things to be added eventually
WARNINGS: sex in two threads

➢ MISTLETOE MISCHIEF
➢ TRAINING DAY

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[catchatting]

[ His attention leaves her shaky and breathless, even sensation of touch and vibration echoing through her body in a way that pulls soft moans from her. It makes her feel like she's an instrument to be played and she has to say that she's in expert hands right now and maybe that's less about skill itself and more about how sexy having that much focus and effort put forth on her is.

By the time he looks up at her, she's slumped back and looking down at him through half-lidded eyes as that last swipe of his tongue has her breath hitching. ]

C'mere.

[ She tugs his hair again, trying to pull him up for a kiss while she collects herself enough to reciprocate. ]

[winscenario]

[ His lips curl into a broader smile at the look on her face, and at her instruction, he quickly crawls up the bed, leaning down to kiss her. There are still far too many clothes in the way, so he starts with what's still left on her, skirt and panties first, then going for her top.

He'll be happy to do whatever she wants from here on out, but he would at least like to have her naked, with plenty of skin for him to touch. ]

[catchatting]

[ Truthfully, Zari isn't much help in his current mission of undressing her. She moves a little to help where she can, but mostly she's just going to let him do the heavy lifting here for a minute.

She hums and lifts her arms to get out of her top when he gets to it, though, and then she brings them back down so that she can slide her hands under the hem of his shirt in search of warm skin. ]

You'd better be losing your own clothes, too. I deserve a nice view.

[winscenario]

[ Oh, that's fine. He certainly doesn't mind undressing her completely all by himself, he even does quick work of her bra and peels off her damp panties so there's nothing in the way of him enjoying the view of her gorgeous body.

Her comment gets a soft laugh from him, and with her hands already encouraging it, he swiftly pushes the suspenders down his arms and tugs his shirt up, pulling it over his head. His hands immediately go for his trousers next, unbuttoning them and pushing them down with a soft groan. They were starting to feel a little tight, there. ]

Far be it from me to ever deny you.

[catchatting]

[ Once the last of her own clothes are tossed aside, Zari is perfectly happy to lie back and pose as she watches him start to undress. There are a lot of things in the world that she's insecure about, but her body is most certainly not one of them and she has a feeling he's much the same or at least he should be given what he's working with.

She can't help admiring the way his muscles move as he pulls his shirt off and her hands go right back to his skin, fingers tracing the outlines of his muscles before dipping down to his hipbone. ]

That's more like it.

[winscenario]

[ Good, because she has absolutely no reason to feel insecure. She's gorgeous, and Jim doesn't hide the appreciation in each look he darts towards her, even as he's a little torn between paying attention to her and getting himself naked.

Underneath his clothes, she'll find a toned body, evidently of someone who works out regularly and isn't given to many excesses either. There's practically no hair either, save for a faint trail leading down to his groin, and no scars either except for the one on his shoulder, from being shot during the Braccia mission.

Not that he gives it much importance, shucking his clothes aside and leaning back down to kiss her, both arms braced on the bed to her sides so she has plenty of room to look and touch. ]

Glad you appreciate it. I live to please.

[catchatting]

You're an inspiration, Captain.

[ There's warm humor in her voice as she relaxes under him. There's something so nice about not having to take any of this too seriously--being able to joke and flirt and be open about it all--but it's also not like anything else she can remember in particular and she needs that, too, because she doesn't want to think about anyone else right now.

And really, who could with those abs right there?

Speaking of those abs, Zari's just going to run her fingers over them before flattening her palm against his warm skin. ]

Does everyone in the future look like a very sexy model or are you special?

[ Her hand starts to dip down as she speaks, teasing closer and closer to his dick until she brushes her hand against it 'accidentally'. ]

[winscenario]

Mm, high praise.

[ And yes, thank you for not thinking about some other guy while his nice toned body is right there for your enjoyment, Zari. Not to say that Jim would be upset, but— well, he might be a little upset. Luckily, she's doing just fine in focusing all her attention on him, especially with all those nice, lovely touches. ]

I find plenty of people to be pretty damn sexy— You've met Bones, [ He winks at her, sucking in a soft breath when her fingers barely draw over his erection. ] Still, I like to think I'm... above average?

[catchatting]

Oh, I think so.

[ Zari brushes the back of her fingers down his shaft and her smile turns just a little wicked. What's the fun of sex without a little teasing sometimes? But then she delicately wraps her hand around him--a little more but likely still not enough stimulation to really get anywhere yet. ]

It's nice to see that all your space communism doesn't encourage you to stop putting effort into yourself. I bet you're encouraged to find some enlightened balance or something, huh?

[ It's idle teasing and she's not really too concerned about the answer. Zari knows she puts more work into herself than is average for any time she's been in and she refuses to see that as a negative. Being happing with yourself is important and her years with the Legends only drilled that point home further. She's more than happy to embrace the fact that that doesn't mean the same thing for everyone. ]

[winscenario]

[ Jim's breath stutters, the sound more pronounced, hips jerking ever so slightly towards her hand. It's not really that firm or intense just yet, but it's definitely enough to get a reaction from him, as though reminded of how eager he is for the pleasure of contact. ]

That's, ah, we're... encouraged to do what we want with our lives. Find... purpose.

[ Live a life of peace, be at harmony with others and oneself. Yes, in a way, it's what she's saying. Other species are more literal about it. Humans are still as Human as she likely is familiar with. Only more tolerant, more peaceful, less greedy.

Not that he's in a state to get too deep into that sort of discussion, her hand very distracting even as gentle as it is. He lets out another soft groan, while one of his hands slowly skims down her side, thumb sweeping gently over the protruding curve of her hipbone. ]