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( he finds her. she's in a dress in deep purple, the back free, hair piled atop her head in a way that looks complicated and artful but really isn't, eyes lined darkly with kohl.

she's got a bottle of something in one hand. )

If that's how you're gonna be, I won't share. ( she lifts it. )

[ Jim smiles and holds his hands up in a gesture of surrender, though his bright blue gaze flicks of her get-up, appreciative. She cleans up nicer than he does; uniforms are far less aesthetically pleasing. ]

Hey babe. [ Total re-do. See? ]

Much better.

( she takes a step closer, holding the bottle out to him. not swaying even a little despite all the drinks she's had and the high heels she's wearing under this dress. )

Gonna walk me home?

[ Jim takes the bottle, though he just holds it for the moment, and offers Dutch his arm. Not faux-stuffy manners, he just seems relaxed about it. ]

As if I'd ever refuse. [ He's probably a little dusty, a twig or leaf stuck to the back of his coat, maybe smelling of whatever spacey rocket fuel Gundams exhaust smells like. ]

( she could have made fun of faux-stuffy manners, but it's been long enough a day that she doesn't miss the opportunity when it doesn't come. so she just links her arm through his. )

You smell.

( cheerfully enough. she doesn't actually mind spacey rocket fuel smell at all. )

You know, I've heard that a time or two, as well.

[ Weird how they're both cheerful after a night chock full of politics and potential doom. Is it just the hopefulness of this event that has him feeling on the bright side of things, or Dutch wanting to see him? Who fucking knows. ]

You have fun?

( dutch has no idea why he's cheerful, but he seems inclined to see positivity in things in general, so maybe that's just it. she's cheerful because she's gotten to dress up, she's had plenty to drink, byerly makes an entertaining almost-date no matter how often she tells him he's insufferable and there's the potential of sex with jim to look forward to. )

Oh, yeah. Parties like this are fun so long as you get to skip all the political bullshit.

Yeah, that's about how I feel about it, too. [ And yet, in the future, he's signed up to be on this heckin council anyway. She can be smug at him over that later. ]

You want to head back and watch everyone's miserable faces when they realize how long of a walk it is to Olympia?

Sounds fun.

( and oh, she's definitely going to be smug at him about the council thing later, if only because she called it. that's what you get for giving a shit, jim kirk. that's what you get. you sign up for shit like that while dutch remains free. )

[ Free his ass, they're all stuck here. She'll get roped into something sooner or later.

Anyway, Jim has a bit from that bottle as they make their way back to (conveniently nearby) Wyver, and while he's not drunk, he can't complain. ]

Some of those hand-wringers on the network are going to be thrilled to call me wrong, later, [ he says, and sounds perfectly upbeat about it. And then: ] Don't suppose you feel like crashing at my place.

( no one is pulling her strings. that’s as close to freedom as dutch ever gets, she figures. )

Good thing you were wrong. ( she shrugs. ) Thought you were never gonna ask. ( not that she needs him to ask, she’s perfectly capable of taking matters into her own hands. but it’s nice that he asks, the casual nature of it. )

[ Jim laughs quietly, and leads the rest of the way back to his gloomy shoebox. It's clean, though, and perfectly tidy, and no one's shown up bleeding all over the place in at least a week. Once they're inside with the door closed behind them, Jim tugs her close for a kiss, blindly setting the bottle down on the small table. ]

( his shoebox is smaller than her shoebox; hers has at least room for two people, though with alvis back in stasis, the second room is more of a gym than anything else. jim's shoebox is clean and tidy and dutch doesn't give a shit about it's state at all, especially not when he leans in to kiss her.

she winds her arms around his neck and kisses back, walking him into the direction of his bedroom. )

[ 'Bedroom', 'glorified alcove where his bed is', same thing. Jim keeps kissing her, and shrugs out of his jacket as he does, letting items drop to the floor. By now he knows what Dutch likes, and there's no need for cautious exploring. He does as he's guided to do and kisses and touches her with lazy sensuality and aggression in turn.

Normally he'd go for her clothes, too, but-- she's got a nice dress on, he doesn't want to risk injuring it. He values his hands. Instead he backs all the way up into the edge of his bed and drops down with an 'oof'. ]

( he's a smart man. smarter than he looks, sometimes. he lands on the bed and dutch leans down, chasing the kiss for a moment before she straightens. turning, she tips her head forward. )

Unzip me?

( when he does, she turns again and a moment later, lets the dress fall to the floor, revealing that she's wearing nothing beneath it but a pair of black lace underpants. )

[ Jim complies, of course, and takes a moment just to look at her when the dress is off. Because this view doesn't get old.

He leans in and presses a kiss to her stomach, almost teasing with a smiling glance up, brief, before he gets his fingers underneath the elastic of her panties and moves his mouth lower. ]

( the look of appreciation she gets will also not get old. it leaves something warm clenching in her stomach, lips curling into a grin. she takes a step closer, winding her hands into his hair. given that his mouth is already moving lower, she doesn't push or pull him anywhere, just lets out a satisfied breath, humming softly as she does. )

[ Jim knows what he's about, and that is: this, the ease of it, how much he likes that soft noise and the heat and taste of her as he eats her out. Well, as much as he can in this position, which is more teasing than anything as he pushes her underwear down and smooths his hands back up to her ass.

After a while, he bites softly at her hipbone before leaning back, toppling her onto him and the both of them onto his bed-- he can't help the quiet laugh. ]

( she likes the ease of it, too, and she likes his mouth on her even if this position doesn't really allow it to get anywhere. it's still good. pleasure that isn't overwhelming, that she can enjoy for its own sake and not because she needs it to go somewhere immediately.

he topples them both over and onto the bed, laughing, and dutch grins down at him and scoots forward until her knees are on either side of his head. )

[ Jim lets her push him back where she wants, and as she settles into position he undoes his pants, reaches down to unbuckle one boot and pry it off using the toe of the other. Unhurried. He palms himself, mostly hard, before bracing her hips with his hands and getting to work properly this time. ]

( there's no overwhelming urgency, but that changes when he gets to work properly, focusing. in turn, dutch moves her hips and sometimes his head where she wants them, dictating the rhythm and speed. for the most part, it remains a team effort, a back and forth, but she likes that he lets her have the upper hand, in as far as it's a contest at all.

it isn't, is it? not with him.

soon before long, her hips are rocking faster, breath coming shorter, and there's that urgency, the need to come, pressure building at the base of her spine and spreading. )

[ Jim can read her well enough by now, and he slips one hand forward between her legs, to rub against her clit alongside his mouth and his tongue, other fingers pressing inside of her. Come on. He's not even the one getting off but he can feel sweat on his neck and chest, so turned on by it. He looks up because fuck she's amazing like this, but his gaze doesn't linger for long. (Some men find it hot, being looked at while someone's between their legs, but Jim's always found the angle too weird and googly-eyed, so he avoids doing it.)

He holds her through her orgasm, still touching her, his own breath coming quicker. Jim tips his head back after and exhales, ] Fuck.

( fuck is the right word for sure. dutch shivers, legs trembling as she rides out her orgasm against his mouth, clenching around his fingers and when the sensation tips from prolonging pleasure toward hypersensitivity, she sits back, resting, for a moment, against his chest.

then: )

That's the idea.

[ Jim does look up at her now, breathing deep, and he moves his hands to her hips again. Trying not to fidget despite how hard he is. ]

You look fucking gorgeous after you come, by the way.

[ Important notes. Sweaty and shining and eyes dilated; Jim'll take disheveled and pleased over anyone put together any day. ]

( dutch likes dressing to impress. she likes walking into a room and having all eyes or at least most eyes on her. knowing that the sway of her hips can draw a gaze.

she doesn't like it better than this.

she tips forward until she can fit her lips against his, kissing him. it's a little sloppy and uncoordinated, but it's warm with pleasure and she hums when she tastes herself on his lips. )

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oh this is nsfw now, sorry peanut gallery

why would u apologise to the peanut gallery ur welcome peanut gallery

responsibly warning!!

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