[SOL! Verse - Just a Dance]

[nyota_uhura24]

It was Jim's third weekend as the diner's regular musician. There hadn't been any real trouble since that first night, though Nyota's father had insisted that if anyone harassed Jim again that she come get him immediately. Nyota just hoped it never became an issue. She and her father were both thrilled to have a musician whose music really meant

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[owns_the_chair]

The past three weeks had been incredibly rewarding for Jim. The prospect of coming to Uhura's every weekend made the endless, dreary hours of trying to wiggle away from the wandering hands of the waltzing witches slightly more bearable. It was odd, because he'd never really minded it as much as he had recently. Sure there had always been one or two of them who got a bit too frisky, but he'd always just shrugged it off and enjoyed the attention. Now, however, every time he taught the basic steps of the waltz, he thought of deep, brown eyes that were alive with intelligence and a fire that warmed him to his core. And each time he thought about those eyes and who they belonged to, he firmly quenched the idea of moving a certain dark skinned beauty around the floor and into a heated tango or a slow, sensual salsa

[nyota_uhura24]

She always felt lighter when there was music, even if she had to make the music herself, and there was nothing quite like singing to make the cleaning seem less like a chore and more like something she actually loved. Besides, when she was singing Jim's songs she always felt that she was singing about something that actually mattered

[owns_the_chair]

"I'm really kind of selfishly glad you did," he replied, the light banter that had become their usual tone reestablished for the evening. He pushed off the door frame and moved to pick up a dish rag, wiping down a counter. There was no point in him watching her work when he had nothing to do at the moment. "I'd encourage you to learn, but I'd be put out of commission if you did. I'm sure the crowd would much rather look at you than me, gorgeous

[nyota_uhura24]

“You don't need to do that,” she said automatically when he started cleaning, though she was getting used to him helping out. It pleased her immensely that he didn't think he was above wiping down counters, though she certainly wouldn't say that aloud.

She shot him a sharp look when he called her gorgeous. He was just teasing her, but she still felt the compulsion to insist on being called Miss Uhura, even if there was something about him that made her want to prove that she wasn't hung up on propriety. “That's Miss Gorgeous to you," she replied, mock-serious. "And you could hardly blame the crowd for preferring me, though no one writes music like yours, Jim