Rating: M
Characters: Kirk/Uhura
Summary:
Nyota Uhura is thrilled to learn she's been accepted as the
communications officer aboard the newly commissioned starship,
Enterprise. Before leaving for her assignment she goes out to treat
herself to a drink with friends and is mercilessly pursued by a handsome
young man. She gives in to his advances, thinking she won't be seeing
him again anytime soon, only to find herself face to face with him in
the most unexpected place...
Warnings: Graphic sex
A/N: This fic was written before the movie came out so it doesn't line up with movie canon.
1.
Nyota Uhura sat in her apartment near Starfleet Academy. She’d just returned from her first commission in the field aboard the Intrepid,
and had been delighted when her linguistics professor from the Academy,
Professor Chang, had contacted her to inform her that a position aboard
the newly commissioned Enterprise was available. They needed a
chief communications officer, and all that was required was one year in
the field, which she had.
She’d debated whether or not to even apply for the position. The Enterprise
was the flagship of the Federation, and she wasn’t sure she was equal
to the job. Apparently Professor Chang had more confidence in her than
she did. The ship was going to have a young crew, eager for exploration,
and she would fit in perfectly.
She checked her messages for
the fourth time that minute. Still no word. She was supposed to be
contacted sometime today. What was taking so long?
Nyota jumped
to her feet, involuntarily, at the loud chime of her door. Straightening
her dress and checking her hair, she went to the door and pressed the
release. It slid open to reveal the wizened face of her linguistics
professor.
“Professor Chang!”
He smiled, cause deep wrinkles around his eyes to appear. “Nyota Uhura! So good to see you!”
She
hugged him tightly and then stood back to allow him entrance, but he
shook his head. “No need, Miss Uhura. I don’t have time for a proper
visit, but I’ve come to deliver a message. You are now the new junior
communications officer aboard the U.S.S. Enterprise.”
“Oh! That’s wonderful!”
“You’re not a little disappointed not to be the chief?”
“Not at all!” she said with genuine enthusiasm. “I’m just glad to have a position on board.”
“You always were positive, Nyota. You’ll do well onboard Enterprise.”
He gave her one last quick kiss on the cheek and stood back, and handed
her a data disc. “You’ll be chief in a few years, I’m certain of it.
All the information on your assignment is on the disc. Now, don’t forget
to go out and celebrate with your friends. You report for duty day
after tomorrow.”
Nyota bit her lip. She wasn’t the party type by
any sense of the word. She liked a good time as much as the next
person, but her idea of a good time didn’t usually involve binge
drinking, loud music, and flirting like the girls she’d roomed with at
the Academy, or the men and women she’d served with aboard the Intrepid. Her idea of a good time usually consisted of a nice bottle of wine and a good book at home.
But she was going to be junior communications officer on the Federation flagship. Maybe it was time to live a little.
She popped the disc Professor Chang had given her into the reader on her desk and began perusing the assignment details.
2.
Berane
Niktcho and Susan Howard had each taken their turns nearly crushing
Nyota with enthusiastic hugs when she stepped from the trolley and found
them in the queue to a club called the Warp Reactor. Berane had come
very close indeed to bruising a rib, though Nyota was used to her
heavy-handedness. She was Nicarian, and their planet’s gravity was twice
that of Earth’s. She didn’t always realize her own strength.
“I’ve heard about this place,” Nyota said, having taken the opportunity to give them the rundown on her assignment aboard Enterprise
before getting into the club. The music could be heard thudding
rhythmically inside. Nyota loved music, but at sane volumes, which was
not what awaited her in the club.
They reached the front of the
line, and Berane leaned in to the Vulcan bouncer who stood in front. “My
friend just won a post aboard Enterprise! Isn’t that wonderful?”
She cocked a slanted eyebrow and remained still.
“Why is a Vulcan working as a bouncer at a nightclub?” Berane asked, leaning toward them.
“Extra money, like any other student, I'd guess,” Nyota said.
“You
may enter,” the Vulcan woman said. They passed her, Nyota nodding her
thanks before preparing her ears for the earsplitting music.
It
wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. She was certain the volume was
regulated to avoid damage to the human ear, but it was still
unpleasantly loud. The atmosphere was boisterous, full of young people
from many different worlds pressed against one another. The room was
also hot, and clothing was scant.
She’d just reached the bar
with Berane when a powerful hand clamped around her left arm, just above
the elbow. She was pulled forcefully away from her friends, who had
their backs to her, looking at the bar. She literally slammed into a
wall of muscled chest that smelled faintly of soap, aftershave, and male
sweat. She looked up into a pair of steel blue eyes.
“Excuse you, mister!” she said.
He
answered with a cocky grin and an annoying chuckle before releasing her
and then smoothly melting into the crowd of undulating, youthful
bodies. Turning back to her friends she saw a Morgrarian coalescing
where she’d been standing a moment before. If the cocky man hadn’t
grabbed her she’d probably have been fused with the ghostly-looking
albino who was now solid before her.
“You’re not supposed to
coalesce in a crowd!” she said irritably. The Morgrarian merely laughed
at her and then pushed his way on, his silky white hair seeming to float
behind him.
“Nyota! Stop trying to police the party and come
on!” Susan shouted, and then burst into laughs at the offended
expression on Nyota’s face. Susan handed her a cosmopolitan, while
Berane turned to them with a glass that held some goat spleen in
vinegar. Nyota was glad she’d been around Berane long enough to adjust
to her friends’ alien tastes.
They found a table on the opposite
side of the room, and Nyota searched for the man who’d saved her,
doubtful she'd find him in such a dense crowd. She couldn’t quite get
the memory of his scent out of her mind. It had been nice. Very nice. Masculine and clean…
“You
can’t be drunk already,” Susan said, squinching her nose as Berane took
a big bite from her raw goat spleen and began chewing.
Susan
and Berane moved easily to the music, but Nyota was uncomfortable. It
had been a mistake to come to a place like the Warp Reactor. It wasn’t
her scene. She preferred a place much more relaxed…much quieter,
and civilized. She watched the people dancing around her, her eyes
vigilantly seeking out the blond who’d pulled her against him. His hands
were big and she imagined they may be very soft and warm.
That
smell. She caught a whiff of it on the warm air of the club and turned
around, hoping to see him behind her, but he wasn’t. She heard Susan
chuckle, and when she looked at her friend she saw that her cosmopolitan
was magically refilled. She spun around, looking for the man who’d
brought it, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Gods, he's watching me! Nyota thought excitedly. He's somewhere now, with his eyes on me.
She felt a flutter of excitement at the idea of a gorgeous man standing
in the crowd, watching her, waiting to make his next move.
“What?”
“You have an admirer,” Susan said. “He’s gorgeous.”
“Blond? In a silky black shirt?”
Susan nodded. “How did you know?”
“He saved me from that fool Morgrarian who almost killed me.”
“Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t have died.”
“Have you ever seen an accidental fusion? There’s a reason Coalescing is illegal—”
Susan was no longer paying attention to her. A man had approached, a handsome fellow with black hair.
“May I have this dance, m’dear?”
Susan
offered him her hand and he helped her up. Berane crossed her long legs
and looked around the crowd, resigned to not being invited to dance by
any human males. Not many humans found her species very appealing, which
was understandable considering the double row of razor sharp,
shark-like teeth in her mouth.
Nyota finished her drink and then
waited for the scent of her admirer. He didn’t disappoint, only this
time he approached directly rather than by stealth. He emerged from the
crowd, like he’d been part of it but had melted and dripped from it. He
smiled at her, and she smiled back, prepared to offer her hand for an
invitation to dance. But he approached Berane instead.
“May I have this dance, madam?”
“Really?”
Berane asked, looking almost child-like with her surprise and delight,
despite the deadly sharp teeth she flashed at him. The man smiled back,
revealing his own perfect white teeth. He was so charming, but he was
beginning to frustrate Nyota. She wanted him to approach her directly,
damn it.
“But of course,” he said smoothly. Her blue skin flushing darkly, Berane took his hand and he pulled her into the crowd.
What’s his game? Nyota wondered, as she waited for him to bring her friend back.
3.
Two
songs played before the handsome man returned with Berane. She sat
down, positively glowing. Nyota had put the time she’d spent waiting for
them to return to good use and worked on a strategy. As soon as Berane
returned, she got up and excused herself to go to the bathroom,
completely ignoring the young man and pretending as though he weren’t
there. It was the hardest thing she’d ever done before.
Susan
was in the bathroom buying a contraceptive hypo from the machine on the
wall. She caught Nyota’s reflection in the mirror and beamed.
“Guess what?”
“I’d guess you got lucky?”
Susan nodded. “He’s the Chief Medical Officer aboard the Enterprise! His name is Leonard McCoy.”
“So, you’re going to spend the night with one of my superior officers?”
Susan
gave her a saucy grin. “Trust me, when I’m done with him, you’ll have
at least one senior officer on your side. He’s coming back to my place,
but I hate to duck out on you and Berane.”
“Don’t worry about us. We’ll have fun.”
“Good luck with your mystery man.”
When
Nyota finished, she washed her hands and then went back into the hot
crowd. She was unpleasantly surprised to find that her table was now
occupied by five strangers, and Berane was nowhere in sight.
Strong
hands spun Nyota around, and she found herself once again looking into
the strangers piercing blue eyes. The scent of his body was inviting and
heady.
“Oh, my, you seem to have misplaced your friends,” he
cooed. That cocky grin of his was back in place. She really wished it
was more annoying than enticing.
He exuded confidence by the way
he held her against his body, and led her in time to the music. He
wasn’t a lot taller than her, but Nyota didn’t mind. She placed her arms
around his neck and laced her fingers together behind his head.
“I
really should check on my friend,” Nyota said. Her partner suddenly
dipped her, and she saw Berane in the arms of the Morgrarian. They
danced close, and slowly with the familiarity of old lovers.
Nyota
was intensely aware of her dance partner’s body pressed to hers. He
felt thin and strong, the way he easily held her up, and their
proximity, his scent, made Nyota want to do more than talk. She longed
to feel his lips pressed to hers, and many other places, as well. He
stood her up, his body sliding against hers as they returned to a normal
standing position.
“My name is Nyota,” she said.
“Jim,” he replied. “Do you live in the area?”
“I have an apartment a few miles from here.”
She
realized how much that sounded like an invitation. She’d decided she
was taking him home, or going home with him, but she didn’t want to rush
things. She enjoyed their little game.
“Are you from San Francisco?”
Despite the volume of the music, Nyota had no difficulty hearing him at this range. He was very good at projecting his voice.
“I’m from the United States of Africa. Kenya. You?”
“Iowa.”
He pulled her very close, and they swayed to the music so slowly that they were practically standing still.
“I need to confess something,” said Jim, speaking his words into her ear so that she felt shivers move over her body.
“Yes?”
“I’ve
had designs on you since I saw you step off the trolley. I paid the
doorwoman to let you in. They Morgrarian is a fiend of mine. We had a
deal. He would help me look good by coalescing close to you, if I got
your friend Berane to agree to dance with him. He has a thing for
Nircarians.”
Nyota wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or
frightened. She felt as though he’d been manipulating her all night, but
his amorous reasons for doing so inclined her to forgive. She was
leaving on a deep space assignment soon, so it wasn’t likely she’d
attracted an unstable stalker, even as rare as they were.
“You could have just asked me to dance.”
He looked a little surprised at her suggestion. “Would you have said yes?”
Nyota nodded. “Yes.”
Jim grinned. “I never think to do things the easy way.”
“Your hard work is going to pay off.”
“How so?”
“Asking
me to dance would only have gotten you to dance, but now that I know
all the effort you put into pursuing me this evening, you’ll get a lot
more.”
He was grinning that grin again, and it was making her feel flutter at the core of her body.
“What about Susan? What hoops did you jump through to get her occupied?”
“That was just luck,” he said, and they both laughed. “I expected you to slap me on the face, call me a pig, and storm out.”
“I’m not violent, and you’re far from being a pig, Jim.”
She
pulled away from him, and he looked on with confused disappointment as
she started to walk away. She stopped a few feet from him and cocked an
eyebrow.
“Well? You coming or not?”
He sauntered up to
her, looped her arm through his, and led her into the welcoming cool of
the night. A cool breeze blew in off San Francisco bay, and it wasn’t
until they were away from the distracting press of bodies in the club
that Nyota realized her clothes were sticking to her.
As they
walked for a transporter station, she wondered what his last name was,
what he did for a career, but decided against asking him. Tonight was
about fun, tomorrow about recovery from that fun, and she planned to
just enjoy it all without over thinking everything, which she was wont
to do on occasion.
4.
“Normally by now my dates are pumping me for information,” said Jim, following her toward the transporter station.
“What kind of information?”
“Like my full name, am I married, what’s my career…do I want to settle down…”
“I
could ask those questions, but I’m not looking to settle down myself.
Besides, you don’t strike me as a homebody, and I very much doubt you’re
married.”
“Why is that?”
“You’re not a one-woman man, Jim. I can sense it.”
“Then you have really good senses,” he said.
Too bad you’re not, Nyota thought, but she wasn’t about to voice such a thought. It would put him off, she was sure of it.
“Tonight’s just about fun? No strings, no pressure?” he asked.
“Nope. No pressure, and definitely no strings.”
She
waved her I.D. card over the reader and input her password. She
normally liked to travel by trolley, but she wanted to get Jim home. She
had a feeling he was going to turn out to be a skilled, experienced
lover, despite his youth.
The transporter beam faded, leaving
the two of them outside Nyota’s apartment. She let them in, and had
barely closed the door when he swept her off her feet and pressed her
against the door, leaving her no choice but to wrap her legs about him.
“Forgive me for my haste, but I’d rather not waste anymore time. I want you. Now.”
His lips grazed her neck, and he took in a deep breath. She felt his tongue flick out to taste her skin.
“I love the way you smell…and taste…”
Nyota
shivered and squeezed her thighs, pulling him as close as she could get
him. She could feel the beginnings of his erection as he pressed
against her moist center. She lowered her face to Jim’s. There was a
moment of hesitation before his tongue slid deep into her mouth. She was
right. Jim Whoever knew what he was doing. She’d never been kissed with
quite so much expertise before. She hoped he found her skills at least
adequate.
All self-doubt was forgotten when he pulled her
smoothly from the door, his strong hands cupped under her bottom. He led
her toward the bedroom with as much confidence as one who lived there
and knew the place intimately. Once inside, his hands moved over her,
quickly, confidently, stripping away every scrap of material from the
both of them until they were naked, and she lay before him, knees
closed. He rested a hand on each knee and looked at her.
“You’re
lovely,” he whispered, and gently pulled her knees apart. His eyes
burned with lust as they drank in the sight of every swell and curve of
her athletic body.
She put one foot around his waist and urged
him forward. She didn’t want to wait any longer. They’d played their
game enough for the evening. “Come here,” she said. He obliged.
Jim
was gone by the time Nyota awoke. No note, no empty promises to call or
keep in touch. They’d had a good time, and now it was over. Part of her
was relieved, and part of her was undeniably disappointed. The sex
they’d had the night before, twice, had been the best of her life thus
far. She wondered if she’d ever see him again.
Because she
hadn’t drank much the night before, Nyota didn’t need to spend the day
recovering. Instead she went for a jog, hoping that she’d run into him
at some point, or at least spot him at one of the many cafés along the
bay, but she didn’t. She returned home, showered, finished transporting
her belongings aboard the ship, and then sat down to the crew manifests.
Chang had left Nyota a very basic, text-only manifest, though
there were schematics of the ship that she’d long since memorized. She
imagined she could navigate her way around Enterprise in the dark
if she had to. She read over the names of the senior staff. Captain
Christopher Pike, whom she’d already met twice over the past year, would
lead the mission. Their first officer, James T. Kirk, she’d never seen
before.
James…Jim was short for James, wasn’t it?
Don’t
be ridiculous. If he were really going to be the first officer of the
flagship of the Federation he would have bragged about it, Nyota
assured herself, but she wished the manifest had crew profile pictures
to really settle her anxieties. Why hadn’t she at least found out his
last name? If they served together on the same ship and he was her
superior officer, that would be very awkward for the both of them.
She
forced the issue from her mind, and continued to study the senior
officers, since she only recognized a handful of the rest of the crew
from her days at the Academy, none of whom had been close to her.
Spock. He’d be the chief science officer, and he was half Vulcan, half human.
Leonard
McCoy, Chief Medical Officer. She remembered him from the night before.
He was a handsome man. Susan had been lucky, but she was sure her
friend hadn’t been as lucky as she had.
Montgomery Scott, Chief
Engineer. Pavel Chekov would be the navigator, Hikaru Sulu would be
their helmsman, and Meoxuna Enoi would be Chief communications officer.
All of their official Starfleet record was laid out before her, and she
familiarized herself with it. Especially Enoi, whom she knew nothing
about except he’d once taught linguistics at the Academy, and had a
knack for learning languages within hours of hearing them spoken for the
first time. He was Betazoid, so that may have something to do with his
ability.
“Enterprise to Ensign Uhura.”
“Uhura here,” she said. She’d been expecting the summons.
“Everything squared away, Ensign?”
“Yes,
sir,” she said, powering down her terminal. Everything in the apartment
was packed away, and would remain so until her return, or unless she
gave it up if she decided to remain in deep space for an extended period
of time. “I’m ready to transport.”
“You’ll be brought to
transporter room three. From there you will need to go directly to
Briefing Room Alpha on deck two where you’ll meet with your department
head.”
“Yes, sir, thank you.”
“Stand by for transport.”
She
stood at the ready, and gave her bed one last glance. Her lips curved
up in a smile at several memories from last night, but soon it shimmered
and was almost immediately replaced by the cold gray steel of the
transporter room. This was it. Uhura had arrived to the U.S.S. Enterprise.
Briefing
Room Alpha was a standard briefing room, with a long table to seat six
on each side, and one on each end for a total of fourteen. There was a
wall screen to one side of the room shimmering with images of natural
beauty from earth, Vulcan, and many other worlds. About ten of the seats
were occupied when she arrived. A middle-aged man with solid black eyes
and wavy black hair stood at the head of the room, his hands behind his
back.
“Welcome to the U.S.S. Enterprise, flagship of the
United Federation of Planets. I trust you all are aware of what a
privilege it is to be here, included in this important and honorable
mission?”
Everyone nodded politely. Indeed they all looked as
excited as she felt. She listened to Lt. Enoi’s speech, which was a
little longwinded, but fairly interesting, and then he handed out crew
assignments. She was named second in command of the communications
department, and the others in the room turned to look at her.
“There’s
a dinner being held in honor of our launch in the rec lounge on deck
four. I trust all junior officers and crewmen will attend. My second in
command, Ensign Nyota Uhura, will join me in the Captain’s Lounge with
the other senior officers who will be meeting with Captain Pike. Uhura, I
am told your standard uniform is required. You will need to arrive
promptly at 1900 hours.”
“Understood, sir.”
“Any questions about your duty shifts and responsibilities? No? Very good. Dismissed.”
Everyone
filed out of the room, Nyota leaving last with Enoi, who said nothing
to her as he turned and headed for the lift that would take him to his
quarters.
Her own quarters were much larger than she’d expected. Aboard the Intrepid,
Nyota had shared half the space with three other people. It had been
like living in a closet. This room, however, was spacious and brightly
lit, with plenty of shelf room for plants and flowers that she would
enjoy cultivating.
She made quick work of unpacking her
belongings before showering, fixing her hair, and her makeup. By the
time she was ready to go 1900 was quickly approaching. Her stomach felt
occupied more by panicked bats than butterflies as she approached the
Captain’s Lounge. Enoi waited outside, and looked at an old fashioned
watch that he had strapped to his wrist.
“Perfect timing. Not a minute early or late. I like that, Ensign. Shall we?”
“Yes, sir.”
She
followed him into a large dining room that could conceivably act as a
ballroom to entertain visiting dignitaries. It was relatively empty,
with only the senior staff and their seconds in command with them.
Nyota’s eye caught Captain Pike standing by the viewport with a young
Vulcan. She scanned the room and caught sight of Dr. McCoy speaking with
a man who spoke with a thick Scottish brogue. His eyes fell on her, and
widened slightly.
Nyota’s panicked bats began clawing at her
stomach even harder. Why that look? Was he embarrassed for having a
junior officer witness his antics at the Warp Reactor the night before?
He tapped someone behind him, who turned around, and the world slowed
down to a crawl.
Jim.
Jim’s eyes fell on her and his brows shot up in surprise.
“Is something wrong, Ensign?” Enoi asked. She’d forgotten he was standing beside her.
“Uh…I don’t…I…”
Jim
was walking toward her. Well…swaggering was more an appropriate
description. It was cute at the Warp Reactor, it was anything but now.
“Nyota,” he said. “Excuse me, Mr. Enoi, may I steal your fellow officer away for a moment.”
“Yes, sir, of course.”
Feeling
weak and a little sick, Nyota didn’t protest when Jim led her toward
the emptiest side of the room, his hand on the small of her back. She
moved away from him, and he smiled.
“I wish you could have seen the look on your face when you saw me.”
“Did you know I’d be onboard with you last night?”
“I didn’t know until you walked in, I swear,” he said. “Is this going to be a problem for you, Nyota?”
“No, sir. It won’t.”
“You can call me Jim off duty.”
“I really couldn’t, sir,” she said stiffly. She was practically standing at attention. He bit the inside of his lip.
“Very well then, Ensign. Enjoy the party.”
“Sir? You haven’t told anyone about us, have you?”
“I told Bones, since I thought we’d never see one another again.”
“Who?”
“Dr.
McCoy, but he’s very discreet. No one else will ever know, I promise.
Just to be on the safe side, I’ll threaten to toss him out an airlock if
he utters a word about us.”
She relaxed by a tiny fraction. “Thank you, sir.”
“Right,” he said, looking mildly annoyed. “Just relax. I’m sure we’ll get along fine. We already know how friendly we can—”
She
cleared her throat and looked away, and he backed off. “Okay then,
Ensign. I’ll see you on the bridge tomorrow, second shift, 1500 sharp.
Don’t be late.”
“I won’t be, sir.”
He went back to the crowd, and Nyota made herself as scarce as possible.
5.
Nyota
Uhura berated herself the entire evening, to the point that she
couldn’t concentrate on anyone or anything else. She realized she must
have looked like a fool to everyone who spoke to her, but she couldn’t
care. All she could think was Why didn’t I get his last name? Why didn’t I take the time to look him up on Starfleet database?
It was too late now. She could request a transfer, but she wanted her position on Enterprise
more than she wanted anything else. She couldn’t imagine packing up and
disembarking now. She’d never be able to face Professor Chang again,
not after he’d pulled strings to get her a high-ranking assignment.
“May I have this dance, Ensign?”
It
was Dr. McCoy, and she felt her face flush. Behind him, Lt. Enoi was
giving her a ‘you better say yes, missy,’ glare, so she took his hand
and followed him to the dance floor.
“You’re distracted,” he
said, once they were moving to the music. It was a waltz, something she
was very good at. McCoy was good too, and they danced as though they’d
been twirling around the dance floor together for years.
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s
why I wanted to dance, so we’d have the chance to talk. It’s perfectly
understandable. You thought you were having a careless fling, one last
hurrah, before setting sail on a long-term voyage. You didn’t think
you’d ever see him again. And then you arrive on board, and find that
your intimate stranger was going to be your C.O. I’d be distracted too.”
He spoke quietly so that only she could hear him above the
music. Lt. Enoi was dancing with a very pretty blond in science blues,
like Dr. McCoy, though her eyes traveled to Mr. Spock every chance they
got.
“Nurse Chapel. She’s got the hots for Mr. Spock.”
“You’re very observant, sir,” Nyota said noncommittally.
“And
you’re very good at dodging the issue. My point, Ensign Uhura, is to
relax. Jim is a good man. A womanizer, selfish, immature, and brash, but
he’s got his heart in the right place. He won’t do anything to make you
feel as though you have to continue doing him…favors, to stay in his
good graces. He’s a man of integrity and conviction, if nothing else.
Give yourself some time to get to know him, and you’ll realize that.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You can call me Leonard off duty, or Doc.”
“What about Bones?”
“That’s what he calls me, because he knows it annoys me.”
The
song ended, and Dr. McCoy bowed to her, before sweeping Nurse Chapel
off to the dance floor for a dance. Feeling somewhat better, she managed
not to flee the room when Jim offered his hand for a dance.
“It’s late, Commander Kirk,” Nyota said. Jim stopped at her door and then looked around.
“Quick, inside before someone sees me coming in.”
The
door swished open at her approach and Jim ducked inside. He put his
hands behind his back and surveyed the room. He turned to her, looking
genuinely confused. “It’s almost as big as my quarters. How’d you manage
that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, sir.”
“If you call me sir one more time, I’m going to assign you to deionize the plasma injectors with a micro scraper.”
At
the look of astonishment on her face, he burst into a full belly laugh.
She relaxed when she realized that maybe she was being a little
ridiculous.
“Fine, Jim. It’s late, and I’m tired.”
“No
you’re not. You’re as excited as I am. We leave space dock tomorrow.
Will you come to the bridge and watch our departure? My presence is
required on the bridge, and I’d love to have you there.”
Nyota
pulled her hair from its ponytail and caught the look of sexual interest
in his eyes. “S—Jim, I really think we should talk.”
“It’s about
time. You’ve avoided me all evening.” He plopped down on her bed, and
sprawled out, hands behind his head. “Fire all phaser banks.”
“We should keep our relationship professional. I don’t want to see you outside of what’s necessary to fulfill our duties.”
“Why?”
“You’re
not a one-woman man, but I’m a one-man woman. I don’t want to fall for
you and have to watch you chase women. I don’t want my heart to break
every time I see you with someone else. We had a good time, Jim, now
let’s leave it at that.”
He came off the bed in one smooth, swift
move and approached her. She felt her heart flutter at his proximity,
especially when his hands came to rest on her waist. She knew those
hands were capable of working her body into a writhing mass of raw
nerves and screaming ecstasy. Those lips were capable of quieting any
and all objections.
“You’re sure that’s what you want? Just a professional relationship?”
The
last thing she wanted to do was say yes, because she wanted more of
him. His familiar scent filled her senses. He was so very intoxicating.
“Yes,” she lied.
He
tilted her chin up, and invaded her mouth, smothering her lips in a hot
kiss. She clung to him, needing more, unable to resist the temptation
to get as much of him as she could while she had the chance. He was in
her mouth, and it was heaven.
Jim pulled back, his blue eyes smoldering, and whispered, “Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
He stopped at the door and gave her one last look. “See you on duty tomorrow at 1500, Ensign Uhura.”
“Yes, sir, Commander Kirk.”
James T. Kirk left the room, and Nyota Uhura sank to the bed and cried.
The End
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