Extract of a Ficcish Nature
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fadagaskiTaken from my very first and most tentative of explorations into ST:XI fandom. MOAR nu!girl!Kirk imho.
Seven Firsts in the Life of Jamie T. Kirk
Note: Please note, Jim is a girl.
1. First time
The music's loud, thumping bass line drowing out the throb of her own heartbeat. Jim swings her hips to the music, grinds down on the lowest note and tips her head back against the shoulder of the guy behind her. No introduction, no name, she hasn't even seen his face yet. He slid up behind her three songs ago, two firm hands on her hips, and he hasn't moved since.
Jim doesn't mind.
There's a drink in her hand, something spicy sweet that warms her belly. It takes the edge off, makes her lax and languid, and she laughs to herself. Too bad it doesn't do the same for Frank. Maybe he should lay off the tequila and stick to this stuff instead? He'd probably smack her for suggesting it, and isn't she here to forget about her stupid stepdad and the way he stumbled in, off his head and screaming at her mother?
Jim takes another sip and rocks her ass back against the guy's cock. She can feel it, a bulge nudging at the small of her back, framed by his thumbs as he guides her from the waist. She writhes like she's seen exotic dancers, the green slave girls on the news, a little unsteady in her heels but willing to lean into the stranger with the strong hands. He turns her round till they're flush together, his hands on her ass, pressing her against his crotch. She takes another gulp of her drink and looks up.
He's tall. God, he's tall, towering over her by at least another foot even with her heels. Jim's lean and strong, by necessity, but he looks like he could break her in half. Part of her cringes, just a little, but the rest of her is drunk and angry and straining for something she doesn't quite know. She tilts her head back, hooks her hand round the back of his neck and yanks him into a bruising kiss.
He tastes of cigerettes and beer and spit, but he's better than Phil Taylor at school with his slobbery lips so Jim doesn't mind. Lets his tongue into her mouth. Lets his hands cup the small swells of her breasts, pinching the nipples through the thin shirt, then glide down to slide under her skirt. She moans into his mouth, grips his hair in her fingers and grinds down on his questing fingers.
.... And that's all I got, so far. Work beckons. CIAO.
2. First kiss
3. First arrest
4. First fight
5. First boyfriend
6. First job
7. First love
Seven Firsts in the Life of Jamie T. Kirk
Note: Please note, Jim is a girl.
1. First time
The music's loud, thumping bass line drowing out the throb of her own heartbeat. Jim swings her hips to the music, grinds down on the lowest note and tips her head back against the shoulder of the guy behind her. No introduction, no name, she hasn't even seen his face yet. He slid up behind her three songs ago, two firm hands on her hips, and he hasn't moved since.
Jim doesn't mind.
There's a drink in her hand, something spicy sweet that warms her belly. It takes the edge off, makes her lax and languid, and she laughs to herself. Too bad it doesn't do the same for Frank. Maybe he should lay off the tequila and stick to this stuff instead? He'd probably smack her for suggesting it, and isn't she here to forget about her stupid stepdad and the way he stumbled in, off his head and screaming at her mother?
Jim takes another sip and rocks her ass back against the guy's cock. She can feel it, a bulge nudging at the small of her back, framed by his thumbs as he guides her from the waist. She writhes like she's seen exotic dancers, the green slave girls on the news, a little unsteady in her heels but willing to lean into the stranger with the strong hands. He turns her round till they're flush together, his hands on her ass, pressing her against his crotch. She takes another gulp of her drink and looks up.
He's tall. God, he's tall, towering over her by at least another foot even with her heels. Jim's lean and strong, by necessity, but he looks like he could break her in half. Part of her cringes, just a little, but the rest of her is drunk and angry and straining for something she doesn't quite know. She tilts her head back, hooks her hand round the back of his neck and yanks him into a bruising kiss.
He tastes of cigerettes and beer and spit, but he's better than Phil Taylor at school with his slobbery lips so Jim doesn't mind. Lets his tongue into her mouth. Lets his hands cup the small swells of her breasts, pinching the nipples through the thin shirt, then glide down to slide under her skirt. She moans into his mouth, grips his hair in her fingers and grinds down on his questing fingers.
.... And that's all I got, so far. Work beckons. CIAO.
2. First kiss
3. First arrest
4. First fight
5. First boyfriend
6. First job
7. First love
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