Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all.

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Gaila was bored.

That was something that never quite boded well for the Orion slave's good health or the people around her. Being stuck in the Captain's quaters all day with nothing to do until he finished doing whatever it was he did for the day was dull. Very dull. Completely dull. Gaila was sitting under her sunlamps, considering just what to do

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Kirk wouldn't have liked the idea that he was boring Gaila. Humans were superior--how else had they taken over the galaxy, ruled Starfleet? She was the Captain's Woman because he was the stronger.

And come to that, if he knew she was bored... perhaps he'd think it just as well, added proof of his importance in the moments he granted her, in his skill at keeping her.

He strode in after Alpha shift, fresh from supervising an agony booth session Chekov had just been asking for. He suspected the little bastard liked it, and was considering alternative methods as the door open and slid shut again behind him.

"Eating again," he said, letting his eyes slide over her possessively. "You'll get fat."

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Humans may have been superior but that didn't mean Gaila wished to acknowledge it at all. The slave opened one lazy blue eye as she rolled onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows observe him. "Shan't." She replied. "It's impossible for me to get fat. My food doesn't create fat deposits like it does on your people."

But that being said, he'd ruffled her feathers slightly and she glanced at her flat stomach to check that she hadn't suddenly bloated into a massive beast of a woman instead of her lithe dancers curves. "Captain." She added as an incredibly late afterthought.

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Kirk raised an eyebrow as loud as the space between her words and his title. But simply walked around the side of the room, circles towards her.

"I don't know," he said slyly. "Your body does well enough in other places." He eyed her chest pointedly.

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Gaila notes silently how much he reminds her of a bird of prey sometimes, those cutting eyes and the way he circles, if she were a less confident and self-assured woman she would most likely fear him far more than she did.

The Orion resisted the temptation to make a sarcastic comment back but she did roll her eyes. "Yes, how very fortunate for me, without my assets I might have been a free woman instead." She blithely responded, the bitterness behind it all too clear. "Then what would I have done?"