nyota_uhura24 | [SOL! Verse - I Heard It Through The Grapevine]

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[SOL! Verse - I Heard It Through The Grapevine]

Finally it was Monday. Nyota usually went several days without seeing Jim during the week, but the wait between Saturday and Monday always felt like forever. Thankfully her father had mostly recovered from his illness and told her he didn't mind if she kept her weekly dinner date with “Anna.” She felt a little twinge of guilt every time someone used the name she'd invented to cover for her relationship with Jim, but as always she ignored it. She deserved her happiness.

Besides, she really needed to be out of the house tonight. Trent and his mother were coming over for dinner, and she'd been avoiding him since Saturday night, which was... Just what in the world was that? He usually managed the diner on weekdays, but because her father was ill he came in on Saturday night. After closing they found themselves alone in the kitchen, and while she was talking to him about Jim's music he tried to kiss her. She panicked and turned her head away, downright nauseated by the idea of anyone but Jim kissing or touching her. She knew about her father's hopes, of course, but had never known that Trent wanted any part in them. He apologized profusely when she told him how very improper it was, and she fled before he could say anything more.

She had been hoping to steal a few moments with Jim that night, but perhaps it was for the best that he was already gone when she left the kitchen. There could never be anyone in her heart but Jim, but she knew she'd have to reconsider her assumption that Trent opposed their marriage. But surely... surely he didn't actually want to marry her? They'd been close friends for so long that she thought of him as a cousin, almost a sibling. Maybe he was just trying to please their parents. She knew on some level that she'd have to figure it out eventually, but for now she just wanted to spend time with the man she loved. Smiling a little to herself and putting Trent far from her mind, she walked into Jim's building and took the elevator to the top floor, where she knocked quietly on the door.

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For his part, Jim had never really considered getting married. It just hadn't been something he saw in his own future. Sure, he'd had a moment of weakness at Sam's wedding where he'd wondered if he'd ever meet someone he loved enough to want to spend the rest of his life with. But until he'd met Nyota, it had always been a hypothetical maybe for him.

And here he was now. Married for all intents and purposes with his blushing bride laughing sweetly under him and nibbling on his lips. In this very moment, life was perfect, and he only spared a second's thought to hope Sam had gotten to feel this happy with Aurelan on their wedding night.

Which brought another, far more interesting and pleasing thought to his mind. One that made him grin wolfishly at her. "You know, Mrs. Kirk. It's just occurred to your beloved husband that there is one thing off the list he mentioned earlier that is within his powers to give you..."

She couldn't remember ever being this happy. Every time she noticed the cool metal of the chain around her neck she couldn't help but let out another little joyous laugh. It was impossible to keep from smiling against his lips as she kissed him, impossible to keep from gently caressing his cheek with her fingertips. Even if they were only kissing at the moment, it was enough to make her heart race.

When the meaning behind his words clicked she immediately felt her cheeks redden. "You mean..." She swallowed hard, stomach twisting with desire and a little hint of nervousness. "This is our wedding night, my dear husband," she whispered, voice not entirely even.

Her father had made her promise not to have sex until she was married, but now she was married. The fact that no one else knew didn't make it any less legitimate. Besides, she loved him. There were lingering concerns, but there was no question about wanting to be with him.

Observing the different emotions that flitted across her face when she cottoned on to his meaning, he was more than a little relieved to see that although she blushed, there was no fear there. Nervousness, perhaps, but that was understandable, as was her blushing.

"Uh-huh," he smiled at her, then kissed the tip of her nose. "And I recall promising you to make love to you until dawn. I wouldn't want to break my first promise to my wife on her wedding night."

He was very careful to keep his tone light and teasing enough so she'd still feel comfortable objecting if she didn't feel quite ready for it yet. But he fervently hoped she was, that they got to share that experience together and consummate their marriage. "I'll go slow, I promise."

Even though she'd already guessed his meaning, hearing him say it aloud made her mouth go dry and her blush deepen. She was suddenly very acutely aware of their nudity, and she fought down her shyness. For a moment she just nodded almost imperceptibly as she tried to find a steady voice to reply with. But even though the nerves lingered she was as ready as she would ever be, and she knew Jim would make it as wonderful as it could possibly be. Besides, it felt right to do this now, on their wedding night. "Okay," she whispered, a small smile on her face. "I'm a little nervous, but I want you to make love to me, Jim. You said that there's a way to make sure I won't get pregnant?" She may want children with him more than almost anything, but that clearly wasn't an option right now.

His stomach did a giddy little flip when he saw her barely there nod, the smile on his face widening impossibly. It wasn't just about sex, or about being with her anymore, it was about promising each other that they'd never do this with anyone else. And maybe, just maybe, there was a little part of him that would have been sorely disappointed if she'd turned him down on his wedding night, even if they hadn't had a proper wedding. "There's nothing I'd rather do, love. Nothing," he whispered in reply, then nodded at her question and reached behind him blindly to find the pile of stuff from his drawer on the bed. "There is." His hand found what it was looking for, and he held up the condom in front of her face. "This? Is the answer to all our prayers for temporary infertility." Forestalling the questions he knew by now that she'd ask, he hoped to avoid any embarrassment for them both with a brief explanation. "It goes on me before I go in you, and it keeps my little swimmers from ever getting near your egg. Used correctly, it's pretty much foolproof. And no, I'm not going to explain the reproductive process to you in detail. Not on my wedding night."

The smile on his face made her heart skip a beat, and she nodded a little less tentatively. Every time he touched her it felt amazing, but this was about so much more than physical pleasure. This was about love and about the promise that they would love only each other as long as they lived. Her smile widened when he said there was nothing he'd rather do. She watched curiously as he produced a small package from the desk drawer contents. The explanation made sense, and he wouldn't say it worked if it didn't. "So that goes on your... Okay. I feel like someone should have told me about this earlier," she replied, relieved that her voice was only a little uneven. There was a small flare of curiosity, a desire to know more about the details of a process that it was thought improper to explain in high schools, but now wasn't the time for that. Later she would wonder more about the fact that no one had explained this option; she was grateful she had Jim to teach her. Her only remaining concern was the fact that he was so... big. It felt incredible when he touched between her legs, but the idea of that inside of her remained slightly daunting. "Is it going to fit?" she whispered, voice decidedly less even.

Once more, and to his great relief, she seemed to be on board with the idea of what a normal wedding night entailed. Shy and a little uncertain as to the act itself, but not as much as she had been, and obviously not enough to stand in the way of things. "It does, yes. And I agree, someone should have told you about these things. Doesn't quite seem right to me that men have all the knowledge when women have to live with the consequences of being uninformed."

Putting the condom away for now, he caressed her face gently and hopefully soothingly with his fingertips to assuage the worst of her nerves. His efforts to calm her were ruined, however, at her next question. The amused snort escaped before he could stop it, but he had the good grace to duck his head to hide his smile, kissing her neck until he could control the urge to laugh. Giving her an amused, but loving look, the grin on his face positively wicked, he winked at her. "I love you for asking that, I really do. Yes, it's going to fit just fine. I can't promise it'll be entirely comfortable for you at first, but I'll do my very best to minimize any pain you might feel. I wish there didn't have to be any pain at all, but it's only the first time. After that, it's... Like it was in the bathroom, only better. More intimate."

The touching they had already done went a long way towards making her feel comfortable with this. She loved it when he touched her, and he was always attentive to what she wanted and needed. And even though she hoped it would never be an issue, she knew he would stop if she asked him to. "It isn't right that we aren't taught about our options," she said quietly. It wasn't an issue she wanted to focus on right now, though, because right now she just wanted to enjoy being with Jim on their wedding night.

The way he gently caressed her face eased some of her nervousness, but then he was snorting with amusement at her question. "Hey..." Her breath hitched a little when he kissed her neck, and his expression when he next looked at her sent a little shiver down her spine and made her lips purse in a small pout. Clearly she'd asked another ridiculous question, but she was mollified by the real answer he provided. If she could get past the pain to something even better than what happened in the bathroom, it would be more than worth it. Letting out a slow breath, she tipped her head to press a kiss to his lips. "I don't know why you're so amused, but okay..." She was still a little incredulous about it fitting, but she wanted to be as tangled up with him and connected to him as possible. "I love you."

Prolonging the kiss she gave him, he slowly let it turn more passionate before easing back to smile at her again. "You'll understand later. Not something that can really be explained..." His hand drifted slowly from her face and down to take hold of hers and bring it to his lips so he could press a soft kiss to the pad of each finger. "I love you so much, babe... I always will. If you get nervous, just remember that people have been doing this since the dawn of time."

Still holding on to her hand, he shifted down a bit on the bed to trail a path of kisses over her neck and down her chest. "Remember the first time we danced alone in the diner? I chose that song for a reason, you know..." His lips reached the soft swell of her breasts, and looking up at her, he softly began singing to her, that same song they'd first danced to all those weeks ago. "These arms of miiiine... They are lonely. Lonely and feeling blue... These arms of miiine, they are yearning. Yearning from wanting you. And if yoooou would let them hold you. Oh, how grateful I will be. These arms of miiiine, they are burning. Burning from wanting you..."

She slowly relaxed under his touches and kisses even though her heart was still beating a little too fast. He was clearly trying to make sure she was comfortable and to calm her nerves. "I'm only a little nervous," she insisted. "And you always make everything feel so good, Jim..." She'd come here tonight wanting to talk to him and dance with him, but she'd also hoped that he would touch and kiss her and make her feel those incredible sensations she'd never known before him.

Her eyes stayed glued to him as he shifted downwards, the kisses he planted on her neck and chest sending little tendrils of pleasure curling up her spine. "I remember. My heart was racing the whole time," she whispered, one hand tangling lightly in his hair as she recalled that night when she was already so inexorably drawn to him. She loved the idea of him caring for her even then, of wanting her even then. When he started singing she melted a little, smiling warmly down at him as he wrapped the melody around them. His voice was one of the things she loved most about him. It had the power to immediately touch her heart.

It was comforting to know that everything they'd done so far had been a positive experience for her. Not that he'd been in much doubt, but it was nice to hear it from her. If she was sure it could be good, then it would go a long way towards relaxing her enough for this to be as painless for her as possible. "So do you. It'll be great, I promise."

Smiling at the memory, he continued his slow seduction by nuzzling against her nipple, then kissing all the way around it. "Yeah, mine was, too. I couldn't believe you let me dance with you like that. God, it was such a challenge not to kiss you right then and there." His hand let go of hers to skim lightly down her side to rest on her thigh, his tongue flicking out against her breast. "You have no idea how long, and how much I've wanted you. It's nearly driven me crazy sometimes."

"I know," she replied softly, and she did. Everything was wonderful with Jim. The way he nuzzled against her breast and kissed around the nipple had her sighing happily. "I knew right then that I wanted to dance with you as often as I possibly could... though I probably would have panicked a little if you'd kissed me. Panicked and wished you'd do it again." She squeezed his hand lightly as he released it, acutely aware of his touch as it came to rest on her thigh. The flick of his tongue had her breath catching in her throat. Even though she had no doubts about how much he wanted her she still loved hearing him say it, and knowing how much he'd wanted this even before they were together floored her a little. "Thank you for being patient with me. I... I've wanted you too, even before I really knew what it was I wanted. After you showed me how good it feels I haven't been able to stop thinking about you touching me..."

That it hadn't been more than a scarce few months since he'd first met her was hard to believe. Whenever they were together, whether they were dancing, or talking or in his bed, he felt so much at home. She made something inside him relax and let go. Made him believe that not only was it okay to just be himself, but that who he was when he let go of all the brash confidence and charm he shrouded himself with was really very much okay. "Which is exactly why I didn't. I couldn't risk scaring you off before I'd had a chance to show you a reason to stay."

With his lips continuing their attentions to her breasts and that general area, he made sure that not a millimeter of skin went un-kissed and un-worshiped. But to hear her admit to having thought about that night in his bathroom had him making a decidedly hungry little noise in the back of his throat, the hand on her thigh gripping her a little tighter. "You really need to expound on that some time when I'm not supposed to take this slow. As for now..." Looking up, he met her eyes and pressed a lingering kiss just below her sternum. "Is there anything in particular my wife would like her husband to do for her?"

In the few months they'd known each other he'd completely turned her world on its end. He'd transformed every part of it, had made a world that didn't quite seem like the right fit for her into something beautiful and perfect. When he short-circuited the flickering light during their first dance lesson he made her believe that she too had the power to change her setting. "I already had a reason to stay. I wanted to dance with you forever," she whispered in response, voice growing progressively more uneven as he lavished attention on her breasts. Her eyelashes fluttered and she moaned softly, body arching a little into his touch.

The noise he made did something funny to her stomach, though by now she could recognize the beginnings of arousal. Talking about this was still a little outside her comfort zone, but knowing the effect it had on him made her want to gain confidence with voicing her desire. She smiled down at him as he asked if there was anything she wanted, breath catching when those exquisite blue eyes met hers. "I thought you were going to...?" Her blush deepened. Of course the actual sex wouldn't happen immediately, which was a bit of a relief. "Your wife would like her husband to keep kissing her," she said a little too quickly, and then continued in a whisper. "Will you kiss me... there?"

Pleased that she was beginning to respond to his attentions to her, his hand moved to trace lazy circles on the inside of her thigh. Just to let her get used to its presence there before he actually did anything with it. "Never stop dancing with me, love. Just think of this as a different kind of dance."

Pausing, he shot her a lascivious grin and nipped at the soft skin on her stomach. "A much easier, and much more gratifying one." He very nearly questioned if she'd honestly thought he was just going to go straight to the main event, but decided that she was blushing enough as it was. Well, almost enough. It was impossible for him to resist the temptation to goad her a little when she so timidly asked him if he'd kiss her there. "Where?" he asked innocently, then placed a kiss just above her navel. "Here?" Another kiss, this one slightly lower. "Or maybe here? Where exactly is it you want me to put my mouth, I wonder..."

She was still very aware of the hand on her thigh, though the slow caresses were sending little shivers down her spine and the nips and kisses were extremely distracting. "I love dancing with you," she whispered, returning his grin a little shyly. "All kinds of dancing, especially this one."

The kisses to her stomach made heat pool in her core, and she didn't try to quiet the little gasps and moans his touches drove from her lips. Her blush deepened when he asked where she wanted him to kiss her, and she almost lost the nerve to clarify her request. "I meant lower, like you did in the bathroom..." Asking him to do this still made her feel incredibly shy, almost too shy to realize he must be teasing her. "You know where," she tried to insist, even if it didn't come out very confidently. Swallowing hard, she managed, "Jim, I want you to make me come..."

Jim's theory as far as this went, was that the more comfortable she got with talking about it and talking about what she liked and wanted, the more comfortable she'd be both doing it, and with letting him know how she felt when they got to the act itself. So it wasn't just to tease her. That was more of an amusing side effect. "Oohhh, you want me to go down on you. Why didn't you just say so, babe?" The wink he sent her as he shifted downwards to kiss her thigh hopefully told her that he really was just teasing her.

Of course, he didn't start in on what she wanted immediately. He'd promised he to take this slow, and that was exactly what he was going to do. "Don't worry, I will." Moving a little further up her thigh, he blew a cool breath over his destination and pressed a chaste kiss to her. "Eventually. And repeatedly. But we're working towards a slightly different goal this time."

Nyota was gradually growing more comfortable with both the touching and the talking, but she still went even redder - if such a thing were still possible - when Jim put words to her desire. "Because I didn't know what it was called..." The wink confirmed her suspicion that he knew very well what she was asking for, and she pouted slightly in protest to the teasing but managed, "Yes, I want you to go down on me."

When he breathed against her and then lightly kissed her she shuddered slightly and let out a soft whimper, hips involuntarily jerking a little in search of more stimulation. She'd been thinking about this all week, and though she knew he'd promised to go slow, it felt almost as if he were going too slow. "Oh... What are you going to do?"

"Then it's obviously my duty as your husband to expand your vocabulary." The look on his face had perhaps turned ever so slightly devious. But really, who could blame him when he was in the process of getting to have sex with her for the first time? Especially when almost everything they did made her blush so delectably. "God, I love it when you talk dirty to me," he chuckled, though the heated look he sent her probably clued her in on the truth of his statement. "I can honestly say it'll be my pleasure to grant your wish."

Looking like the cat that got the cream, he scattered a few more idle kisses on her, pretending to think his strategy through. Not that he didn't have one already, but he doubted she was really ready to know that he'd spent far too long thinking up said strategy. "Well... I was thinking I'd start with this. Then keep going until you're all worked up and forgetting little things like how to make a coherent sentence. Then..." And here, he paused to flick out his tongue teasingly. "Then, I'll let my hand join in until you're pulling on my hair and begging me to just get in you already. Sounds good, right?"

Although he was laughing, the way he looked at her made her think he really did like hearing her say what she wanted. "You do?" she asked a little breathlessly, smile widening when he agreed. "Thank you." Nothing had ever felt as good as having his mouth on her like that. "I've been wanting you to do that again ever since the first time you did it," she added softly, trying to keep her nerves at bay so she could keep talking to him, not an easy task when he had that almost devious look on his face. His expression and the idle kisses were making it almost difficult to breathe.

She waited with baited breath as he seemed to consider her question, and the description he gave ensured that the blush stayed on her cheeks, the flick of his tongue prompting a needy little whine. The images were far more appealing than they should be even if she was still nervous about the actual act. "Yes, Jim..." Recalling what he'd told her in the bathroom last time, she asked, "You're going to touch inside me with your fingers?"

In the short time they'd been together, she'd come so far both with the dancing, but particularly when it came to things like this. The girl he first met had blushed at the idea of even kissing him, but the woman sharing his bed now was, despite all her blushing and nerves, confident about what she wanted, and so wonderfully responsive when he gave it to her. "We've both been thinking about it, then. I like doing it for you, in case you hadn't noticed."

The needy whine sent a shock of want through him, and for a moment, he relented in his teasing and gave her what she asked for. But she asked another question that's just as important, and so, he pauses after trailing his tongue down to circle her entrance, just to tell her in more than words that she won't mind his answer. "I am, yes. Unless you ask me not to. I figure my fingers are a good way to start before moving on to, well... larger things."

She'd never really imagined feeling so completely comfortable with something like this. But even though she was still blushing and nervous, she had absolutely no doubts about wanting this. About wanting him. "I was hoping you did," she whispered. He seemed so enthusiastic about doing this, enthusiastic enough that she had the confidence to ask him for it. Jim was one of the few people who made it completely okay to actually express what she wanted.

When his tongue circled lower she moaned and shivered a little, waves of sensation running through her. Though the idea of his fingers had initially startled her, today it seemed like a very good step between what he was doing now and larger things, as he so aptly put it. "Then I want you to," she murmured. "I... I want you."

Moving to press a tender, loving kiss to her stomach, he looked up at her and whispered reassuringly, hoping to do away with some of her nervousness about this. "It's going to be just fine, I promise. You have nothing to be worried about, love."

That said, the roguish smile returned to his face and he ducked down between her legs again. This time, he didn't intend to resurface again until he'd gotten her moaning and squirming, and he didn't go quite as slowly as he had in the bathroom. There was more purpose to the way he licked, nibbled, sucked and kissed at her, distracting her from the way he let his hand slowly inch closer with light caresses up her thigh until his fingers rested next to his mouth. Only then did he give her a questioning look to get her permission to move further.

"I know. I trust you," she whispered back, smiling down at him as he kissed her stomach, feeling happy and loved and increasingly aroused. Then he was ducking his head between her legs and kissing her exactly where she wanted him too, causing her to gasp and her brain to short-circuit. Her nerves were quickly overwhelmed by the shivers of pleasure he was sending through her. She made a keening, needy noise, body arching and hands clenching in the bedsheets. "Jim," she moaned, shuddering hard against him and trying to keep her eyes open and focused on him. It felt so good, looked so good, that she nearly forgot there was another purpose to the way he licked and sucked on her skin, but the questioning look he sent her reminded her of the hand inching up her thigh. "Yes," she whispered breathlessly, nodding.

The sounds she was making, the way she was practically squirming underneath him made it difficult to pace himself, and he had to keep his mind focused on what he was doing now, and not what he'd be doing soon to keep from moving too fast. Resting his cheek against her thigh, he breathed heavily, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his wits. "You are so, so perfect..." he muttered, unable to keep his lips from moving over her skin. "Talk to me, baby... Need to know I'm not going too fast for you." Opening his eyes to meet hers, he slowly let a finger slide through her wetness and downwards to very cautiously press it in to the first knuckle. "Okay?"

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