Money Honey
AN: Sixth piece inspired by "Money Honey" by Lady GaGa.
Disclaimer: Plot is mine, not the characters and the song belongs to Lady Gaga and associates!
Rating: M
Damn did Jim love the Enterprise. He loved walking her halls; he loved the walls, the floors. He loved his chair. He loved the danger she brought, the uncertainty, the new, the outrageous, frightening and overwhelmingly amazing.
He loved his life here. It was mind-blowing and he still couldn't believe that Starfleet had given her to him, in spite of what he had done. But he earned her and this life, and he could live up to his name.
It was astounding, beyond a doubt, made his body tremble in an awe-struck appreciation. But what really got Jim's knees weak, made his whole body quiver and fragile, was his kiss. He could just melt into it. He let everything go when those lips pressed against him. He was nothing but his lover when their lips connected.
At first it shocked him, losing control, but that touch was so delicious. Those hands found every sensitive spot on his skin, made him shiver and beg for more. When it gets rough, when he nearly gets torn to pieces, he could almost cry. It's perfect.
He loved the Enterprise, but with those hands on him, he could barely remember his own name. Sprawled out on the sheets, his skin frozen where those hands weren't, on fire where they pressed against him. He always expected to find blisters on his skin. The blaze was too hot and he gasped when the heat encircled his hips.
Fire licked against the jutting bone, along the ridge to engulf him, wrap around him so hot. He lost his mind and felt as if he could fall through the mattress. His vision went white and he left himself in those capable hands. He was held down, and inferno pressing onto his hips, a burning passion trying to escape through his skin met with those hands. His skin glistened with sweat, and he shivered as the salt water evaporated, but he was too hot to feel cold.
That molten tongue worked him expertly, the pressure, the heat, the velvet of that back of that throat pulled his breath right out of him, his back arched, eyes rolling back as he came, hard.
He could barely breathe inside the inferno and those lips pressed against his again, almost forcing air back into his lungs. Fingertips trailed over his sides, delicately, teasing, knotting his stomach, leaving his mind reeling.
He loved a good drink with his friends, but nothing messed him up quite like this. Nothing was better, more intense, mind-blowing, intoxicating as this.
Lips pressed to his temple, trailed along his jaw, to his neck, where teeth sunk into the skin. He couldn't swallow the moan that rose up, couldn't stop the way his hands clawed into those lean, powerful shoulders.
He sought that mouth again, reveling in the passion he could feel through his skin. The feeling was overwhelming. He arched up against bare skin, the more they touched, the hotter he felt, the more ardor, love, intensity. It was so sexy.
He felt him inside, and he wrapped his legs around those thin hips, pounded into the mattress, unable to control himself, unable to stop the noises escaping his throat, unable to reign in the thoughts in his head, unable to let go. The breath in his ear, slowly becoming shallow, unsteady, made his entire body tighten up, wound so tight, so ready to snap. The thrusts into his body began to become erratic, hitting with more force all the right places. He came again as he was filled, so hot and he loved it.
The breath in his ear stabilized quickly. He rolled over onto that hard chest, pressed close, feeling the alien heartbeat, slow and strong against his abdomen, soothing.
He played his fingers over the slightly green-flushed skin, tracing light patterns absentmindedly. There was a hand pressed lightly against his back, beautiful endearments flowing into his skin. He smiled, leaning in closer.
He might have loved the Enterprise, but she had nothing on his First Officer.
AN: This song is so fun to listen to. Shh, Jim is cheating on the Enterprise. Don't let her know. ;]