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[Insatiable Verse - Trapped]

Sep 12, 2010 21:48

[ooc note to tbg folk: Please ignore, this is a separate verse! In case you're wondering, this is the verse in which Uhura and Kirk have lots of sex and pretend that's all it is. Until things get awkward ( Read more... )

owns_the_chair, insatiable verse

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owns_the_chair September 13 2010, 02:20:39 UTC

The only thing that's awkward about being on the bridge with Uhura is how not awkward it is. It's like none of it ever happened. Like he never called out her name and her his. Like they've never been tangled up in each other to the point where he didn't know where he ended and she began. Like he doesn't still feel the ghost of her touch on his skin, doesn't hear the echo of her pleasured cries when everything is silent on the bridge ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 September 13 2010, 02:58:02 UTC

“Captain,” she replies, the word infused with a slight edge of sarcasm, as always. They never use names now, and she's grateful not to have any more reminders of the way he worshiped her name, of the way she was obsessed with his. Nothing needs to change between them. It doesn't matter that when she closes her eyes she sees his face, doesn't matter that talking to Sadiki in Swahili reminds her of the way he tentatively and then confidently moaned the words to her: tafadhali, zaidi, naam. Kamili... Even though she's never as open with Sadiki as Chiedza, the oldest of her younger sisters always knows when something's wrong. Why are your eyes so sad? Sadiki asks, but Nyota shakes her head. She just wants to forget, so she avoids talking to Christine or Liz, avoids conversations where she'll have to lie about being all right ( ... )

owns_the_chair September 13 2010, 03:19:21 UTC

She does exactly what he expects her to this time, at least. With the same cool professionalism she always displays, she examines the controls while he barks orders at the computer. None of them move them as much as one single inch towards either deck. He's not the biggest fan of cramped spaces, but he's long since learned to deal with them. The trick is to just not think about where you are. It's not the drop that bothers him. It's being trapped. At least the light is still on, he thinks morosely and gets out his comm.

And okay, he's going to owe Scotty a drink or two for snapping at him, but he does not need to be stuck in a lift with Uhura right now. Not when she's close enough to make his fingers twitch with the urge to push her up against the nearest wall and bury himself inside her until all he knows is her voice and her scent. He puts both that image and the thought of just how small these lifts are out of his head and focuses on Scotty's voice. He soon wishes he hadn't ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 September 13 2010, 03:47:42 UTC

She focuses herself completely on the controls, trying to forget where she is and who she's with, but it's obvious pretty quickly that there's simply no power to move the lift. Jim seems as aggravated as she feels - though not nearly as scared - and barks orders into his communicator. The fact that they can reach Scotty reassures her immensely, but what he tells them makes her blood run cold. Two hours. Two. Whole. Hours. She knows she should be relieved that they know what the problem is and that it can be fixed, but all she can think about is what feels like an eternity of time in this tiny, cramped space. She knows the turbolift's dimensions by heart, and the numbers swim before her eyes as she tries to remind herself that there's plenty of space. The walls aren't going to close in around her. Her eyes dart around, checking to make sure the room isn't shrinking, but she can't tell anymore. Her analytical mind is fast fading as panic takes over ( ... )

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nyota_uhura24 September 21 2010, 00:34:41 UTC

His words prompt a swell of gratitude, and her arms wrap around him so that she can hold on to him again. She hesitates for only a moment, slightly uncertain because their touches now are somewhere between comfort and desire. But the way he touches her is the same way he's always touched her: as if she is something to be cherished. “Just keep kissing me, she murmurs as he kisses his way down her neck. “Keep holding me. Keep touching me, but... slowly, so that your touch grounds me instead of sweeping me away.” Somehow this feels like a more serious request than anything she's ever asked of him, because what she's really asking for is to be connected to him. “And keep talking to me,” she all but whispers. “I need to hear your voice.He tells her that she can always call on him to be there for her, no matter what, and she's glad that her head is tilted to allow his mouth better access to her neck. She's not really sure she wants him to see tears spring to her eyes, and she quickly blinks them back. There are a lot of people who ( ... )

owns_the_chair September 21 2010, 00:59:19 UTC

"Okay," he nods, lips still against her skin, and his hand sliding back under her skirt. It'd be easier if they weren't dressed, but he's never let a little detail like that stop him before. He keeps his touch firm and slow, just like she asked him to, his fingers drawing idle patters on the inside of her thigh, slowly inching upwards.

The amount of faith and trust she places in him both with this, and with her promise to call on him when she feels the worst is a mixture of empowering and humbling. But he'll keep his promise and always be there when she needs him. Just like he's here now, trying to think of something to say that doesn't sound too silly. "Hazina? What does that mean? Or is it one of those things you'll tell me when you're ready to?"

His other hand catches hold of hers and he places it on the tenting in his pants, stifling a small moan at the contact and switching back to Andorian. "If you only knew how much this happens when you're around. How much you get to me. This whole week... I've spent half my shifts with a ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 September 21 2010, 01:57:30 UTC

His touch makes her shiver slightly with desire, and she forces herself to take deep breaths, needing to hold on to the calming influence of his presence, needing to hold on to the fact that she's here with Jim on the Enterprise. His hand moves slowly up her thigh, and she focuses on his touch. Her own fingers card through his hair, not wanting to push things too far too fast. She's still not sure what effect this is going to have on her... But she trusts him. They may fight and clash and not see eye to eye, but she trusts him, and he's going to keep her here, in the present.

He asks her what hazina means, and she can't help but smile. It seems a little silly to withhold the definition now, but she likes the idea of waiting for the perfect moment to tell him. “When I'm ready,” she answers, “Hazina.” Her fingers trace his cheek again, lightly skimming over his lips ( ... )

owns_the_chair September 21 2010, 02:19:08 UTC

It figures that she isn't going to translate the word for him, and he smiles, liking this new game of theirs. It's much better than some of their old ones that were mostly about driving the other as crazy as possible.

"The Captain usually is, but it's hard for him when his comm officer moves about in that short skirt of hers.", he teases back, then quickly loses both his grip on languages and his self control. Her words reduce him to pure want for a moment as much as her touch does. "Holy fuck, Uhura, that's hot ( ... )

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