[TWBI] Sex Kitten
Title: Sex Kitten
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 1,282
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: This is not the first illogical action I have ever participated in because of James Tiberius Kirk. I doubt it will be the last. Masterlist
Previous: Merry Christmas!
When I open the door to Jim's office, all I can see is one huge, disorganized mess spread out over the entire small space. At first I do not think he is there until I hear his voice and notice blond hair over the stacks of PADDs sitting on the desk.
"Go away. I'm on my lunch break."
I raise an eyebrow. "At 1700?"
He lifts his head with a surprised look on his face. He grins. "Hey."
"Good evening, Admiral," I say as I walk in.
Jim groans and puts his head back on his desk. "Don't call me Admiral."
"We are on duty," I remind him.
"Yeah, but we're alone. And you're not here for business."
"But I am," I correct.
He looks back up at me, puzzled. "Here for what, then?"
"Lt. Rogers asked me to come here."
He frowns. "My secretary? To do what?"
I give a small smile. "I believe he has become exasperated with your behavior and asked me to come here to scold you."
His eyes narrowed. "To scold me?"
"Not in so many words, but yes. I believe he was implying that you are being very uncooperative and hostile."
Jim snorts. "These people are so fucking condescending. I thought I was past all of this patronizing bullshit when, I dunno, I spent ten years as one of the best damn captains in the fleet? Rogers is two years younger than me and only a lieutenant, and he acts like I'm fucking five."
I tilt my head. "Perhaps you act like you are five," I suggest.
He throws his hands up. "What ever happened to respecting rank and your elders?"
I frown. "When did you ever do either?"
He stops and actually considers it. "But I'm badass," he says seriously, as if were an actual and acceptable answer.
"And Rogers is not 'badass'?"
"What?" he laughs. "Are you kidding? He's a whiny, prissy bitch. He just went over my head and sent my wife to lecture me."
I frown. "Wife?"
He smiles. "Yeah, or would you prefer butt-buddy?"
"I prefer husband or life partner or perhaps-"
"Sex kitten?" he asks hopefully.
I give him a look. "I think he came to me because I was your former First Officer. It is a well-known fact I am the only one who can talk you out of a decision. It is also well-known that I am one of only few with the ability to successfully reprimand you and leave you feeling as though you have actually done something wrong."
He smirks. "I dunno. I like sex kitten better."
"Why do you always associate me with a cat?" I ask, barely keeping the exasperation out of my voice.
"Come here," he says, gesturing me closer.
I hesitate before complying to sit on the edge of his desk, leaning towards him.
He brings a hand up and begins to rub just behind my ear. My eyes become half-lidded and I give a short pleasant moan. I lean into the touch. I feel my throat begin to vibrate in a very quiet purr.
See? Told you. You're my sex kitten. His voice echoes complacently in my mind through our contact.
Before I can retort, the entry buzzer suddenly sounds. He presses the admission button under his desk and the door to his office slides open. A women walks in. "Admiral, I-" the lieutenant commander begins but stops after looking up from her PADD and taking in the scene before her.
"Yes?" Jim asks annoyed as he continues to elicit my purring.
She says nothing, only stands there with her mouth hanging open slightly as she stares at me. I can imagine it must be a rather strange sight: an admiral rubbing a Vulcan behind the ears. A Vulcan who probably looks like he is going to stretch out onto the desk at any moment and take a nap.
…
Maybe I am like a cat.
I would start worrying about my Vulcan sensibilities, but I feel far too content at the moment.
Jim frowns. "Did you have a reason for coming here or are you just going to stand there staring at my Vulcan all day?" he snaps.
Your Vulcan, I think. I like the sound of that one.
The young woman jumps and looks back to Jim. "Oh, um, it's not- I can- I can come back- come back later," she stammers and points to the door behind her with her thumb.
"Yeah, why don't you do that?" Jim says narrowing his eyes.
She quickly turns and bolts from the office. The door swishes closed and we are alone again.
He turns back to me. "Man, you must love this to let someone else see you with your face so open."
"I have, as humans say, 'taken a leaf from your book' and learned to not care."
He laughed, "Good to know. So you like me calling you my Vulcan, huh?"
"I do," I confirm.
"But if I say that, how will they know which Vulcan I'm talking about?"
I shoot him a short glare.
"Wow, you must really love this," he says in awe. "You're eyebrow only twitched at me."
He begins to take his hand away but I shoot him another look, which causes him to grin widely and continue the rubbing.
After a few more minutes of his ministrations in content silence, he groans. My arm's getting tired.
The corners of my mouth twitch upwards as I sit up, breaking the contact.
He takes his hand back. "I'll agree to do that way more often if I get to call you sex kitten without you leering at me every time."
I pause for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. "Agreed."
He laughs and surveys his office as if he will see something interesting that was not there before. "So, you going to yell at me?"
"For what?" I ask, standing up.
"For being 'uncooperative and hostile' towards the idiots I have to work with."
"If I did, would you listen?"
He leans back and crosses his arms over his chest, a contemplative expression on his face as he looks at his desk. "We know each other well enough. You know to pick your battles with me, and I know that when you do, it's for something you actually care about. So, if you did start spouting off about how I should be nicer and more compromising and less of a jackass to these people, yeah I probably would." He looks up at me. "Are you going to?"
I tilt my head. "No, I do not think so."
He smiles as the entry buzzer sounds and the door opens again to reveal Lt. Rogers, who gives me a small grateful smile and a small smug one to Jim as he walks in.
Jim looks at him, pleased. "Ah, Lieutenant. I believe you know my sex kitten?" he says, gesturing towards me.
It only takes 0.3 seconds before Rogers' face morphs to utter shock.
I school my face to perfect neutrality. I give no reaction to being called such a lewd name, knowing it will only perturb the lieutenant all the more. "We are acquainted," I say.
Jim turns to me and tries to keep his grin from taking over his face. "Thank you, Mr. Spock. I will take what you have suggested into consideration."
I give him a short nod. "Admiral." I turn to Rogers, who is looking at me wide-eyed with a very prominent blush on his cheeks. "Lieutenant," I greet as I walk past.
As the office door closes behind me, I find myself grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
Next: Vulcan Language Lesson
Series: That Would Be Illogical
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG13
Length: 1,282
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: This is not the first illogical action I have ever participated in because of James Tiberius Kirk. I doubt it will be the last. Masterlist
Previous: Merry Christmas!
When I open the door to Jim's office, all I can see is one huge, disorganized mess spread out over the entire small space. At first I do not think he is there until I hear his voice and notice blond hair over the stacks of PADDs sitting on the desk.
"Go away. I'm on my lunch break."
I raise an eyebrow. "At 1700?"
He lifts his head with a surprised look on his face. He grins. "Hey."
"Good evening, Admiral," I say as I walk in.
Jim groans and puts his head back on his desk. "Don't call me Admiral."
"We are on duty," I remind him.
"Yeah, but we're alone. And you're not here for business."
"But I am," I correct.
He looks back up at me, puzzled. "Here for what, then?"
"Lt. Rogers asked me to come here."
He frowns. "My secretary? To do what?"
I give a small smile. "I believe he has become exasperated with your behavior and asked me to come here to scold you."
His eyes narrowed. "To scold me?"
"Not in so many words, but yes. I believe he was implying that you are being very uncooperative and hostile."
Jim snorts. "These people are so fucking condescending. I thought I was past all of this patronizing bullshit when, I dunno, I spent ten years as one of the best damn captains in the fleet? Rogers is two years younger than me and only a lieutenant, and he acts like I'm fucking five."
I tilt my head. "Perhaps you act like you are five," I suggest.
He throws his hands up. "What ever happened to respecting rank and your elders?"
I frown. "When did you ever do either?"
He stops and actually considers it. "But I'm badass," he says seriously, as if were an actual and acceptable answer.
"And Rogers is not 'badass'?"
"What?" he laughs. "Are you kidding? He's a whiny, prissy bitch. He just went over my head and sent my wife to lecture me."
I frown. "Wife?"
He smiles. "Yeah, or would you prefer butt-buddy?"
"I prefer husband or life partner or perhaps-"
"Sex kitten?" he asks hopefully.
I give him a look. "I think he came to me because I was your former First Officer. It is a well-known fact I am the only one who can talk you out of a decision. It is also well-known that I am one of only few with the ability to successfully reprimand you and leave you feeling as though you have actually done something wrong."
He smirks. "I dunno. I like sex kitten better."
"Why do you always associate me with a cat?" I ask, barely keeping the exasperation out of my voice.
"Come here," he says, gesturing me closer.
I hesitate before complying to sit on the edge of his desk, leaning towards him.
He brings a hand up and begins to rub just behind my ear. My eyes become half-lidded and I give a short pleasant moan. I lean into the touch. I feel my throat begin to vibrate in a very quiet purr.
See? Told you. You're my sex kitten. His voice echoes complacently in my mind through our contact.
Before I can retort, the entry buzzer suddenly sounds. He presses the admission button under his desk and the door to his office slides open. A women walks in. "Admiral, I-" the lieutenant commander begins but stops after looking up from her PADD and taking in the scene before her.
"Yes?" Jim asks annoyed as he continues to elicit my purring.
She says nothing, only stands there with her mouth hanging open slightly as she stares at me. I can imagine it must be a rather strange sight: an admiral rubbing a Vulcan behind the ears. A Vulcan who probably looks like he is going to stretch out onto the desk at any moment and take a nap.
…
Maybe I am like a cat.
I would start worrying about my Vulcan sensibilities, but I feel far too content at the moment.
Jim frowns. "Did you have a reason for coming here or are you just going to stand there staring at my Vulcan all day?" he snaps.
Your Vulcan, I think. I like the sound of that one.
The young woman jumps and looks back to Jim. "Oh, um, it's not- I can- I can come back- come back later," she stammers and points to the door behind her with her thumb.
"Yeah, why don't you do that?" Jim says narrowing his eyes.
She quickly turns and bolts from the office. The door swishes closed and we are alone again.
He turns back to me. "Man, you must love this to let someone else see you with your face so open."
"I have, as humans say, 'taken a leaf from your book' and learned to not care."
He laughed, "Good to know. So you like me calling you my Vulcan, huh?"
"I do," I confirm.
"But if I say that, how will they know which Vulcan I'm talking about?"
I shoot him a short glare.
"Wow, you must really love this," he says in awe. "You're eyebrow only twitched at me."
He begins to take his hand away but I shoot him another look, which causes him to grin widely and continue the rubbing.
After a few more minutes of his ministrations in content silence, he groans. My arm's getting tired.
The corners of my mouth twitch upwards as I sit up, breaking the contact.
He takes his hand back. "I'll agree to do that way more often if I get to call you sex kitten without you leering at me every time."
I pause for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. "Agreed."
He laughs and surveys his office as if he will see something interesting that was not there before. "So, you going to yell at me?"
"For what?" I ask, standing up.
"For being 'uncooperative and hostile' towards the idiots I have to work with."
"If I did, would you listen?"
He leans back and crosses his arms over his chest, a contemplative expression on his face as he looks at his desk. "We know each other well enough. You know to pick your battles with me, and I know that when you do, it's for something you actually care about. So, if you did start spouting off about how I should be nicer and more compromising and less of a jackass to these people, yeah I probably would." He looks up at me. "Are you going to?"
I tilt my head. "No, I do not think so."
He smiles as the entry buzzer sounds and the door opens again to reveal Lt. Rogers, who gives me a small grateful smile and a small smug one to Jim as he walks in.
Jim looks at him, pleased. "Ah, Lieutenant. I believe you know my sex kitten?" he says, gesturing towards me.
It only takes 0.3 seconds before Rogers' face morphs to utter shock.
I school my face to perfect neutrality. I give no reaction to being called such a lewd name, knowing it will only perturb the lieutenant all the more. "We are acquainted," I say.
Jim turns to me and tries to keep his grin from taking over his face. "Thank you, Mr. Spock. I will take what you have suggested into consideration."
I give him a short nod. "Admiral." I turn to Rogers, who is looking at me wide-eyed with a very prominent blush on his cheeks. "Lieutenant," I greet as I walk past.
As the office door closes behind me, I find myself grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
Next: Vulcan Language Lesson