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Who makes the bed? [Drabble]

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Fandom: Star Trek Pairing/characters: Jim Kirk x reader (but not really) Words: 533 Warnings: Mention of Jim's death if you squint

"Sunshine, come back to bed..." Jim whined, stretching across the sheets, hands making grabbing motions in the air.

"Get up, Jim. I have to make the bed." Hands on my hips, I stood just out of reach to him, he'd have to get up to get to me. "And you have to go be captain, Captain."

"Please..."

He had that look, with those piercing blue eyes, that he knew could make me do anything for him. Pair that with the fact that the sheet barely covered his ass. His delectable, bubble – I closed my eyes for a second and stared him down with my business-glare. "You're usually up before me, what's with the lingering this morning?"

Jim tilted his head. "I just... Want to cuddle."

"And I want to make the bed."

"You always do. Why?"

"It's regulation. And how would it look if there was an inspection and the Captain's bed was a complete mess?

"There are never room inspections on a ship. Only the Starfleet campus. You know that."

"Yeah." I sighed. "Our shifts are about to start though."

Jim dropped his head and squashed his face into the mattress in defeat. He said something, that I think was supposed to be I know. I felt for the guy, I wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed and cuddle and snuggle and kiss and waste away the day with him.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth, if it means you'll get up and let me make the bed after."

His head popped up with interest. "I promise."

I nodded and walked over and knelt down in front of the bed. Then I leaned my elbows on the mattress and grabbed his hands. "I make the bed because it's regulation." Jim groaned, but I spoke over him. "AND – And because... Oh, it's stupid." Feeling silly, I untangled our hands and let my head fall down, resting my forehead on my hands on the mattress.

"Hey, it's not silly." Jim crawled closer and laid a hand on my cheek. "Tell me. It's the only way I'll get out of bed."

I couldn't help but smile and I raised my head. "I – I like it when I come back after a shift and see the crumpled sheets because you've been here for a break or a nap or to... It just... reminds me that you're... here." I felt a blush burn my face. Even if the Khan-incident was ages ago now, and Jim and I had just become friends back then, it sometimes haunted my dreams.

"Oh, sweetheart." He crawled close enough to kiss me, pressing his lips to mine, the hand on my cheek moving to bury itself in my hair. All too soon, just as I was about to lose my resolve and crawl up there with him, he pulled back. "I'll let you make the bed. And I'll be sure to crumple it extra if I'm back before you."

"Thank you."

He rolled around and slid out of bed, heading to the bathroom in all his naked glory. I took the opportunity to ogle him, before the door hid him from view, then stood up to make the bed.

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mornings with Chris Pine

(requested by anon. sorry for the break, the past week or so has been difficult. I have one more request to finish. feel free to send in more if anyone has something in mind!! xoxo) - soft light filtering into your small apartment bedroom, illuminating his features and stirring him from his sleep. - you're still fast asleep, curled into a ball and pressed to his chest. - he watches you for a moment, but eventually he can't help himself. - kisses - like an actual kiss attack. - all over. everywhere. - you wake up in a giggling fit, trying to pry his face from planting tiny kisses on your neck. - okay you're not really TRYING to make him move, but a for effort. - he pulls away and kisses your nose, forehead, and finally your lips. - "ewww Chris. go brush your teeth, stinky." - "your wish is my command" - he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, laughing as you smack his butt in an attempt to break free. - you brush your teeth together and have a 30 second debate over who will spit out their toothpaste first. - he wanders into the mini kitchen and leans against the counter - "what? I made breakfast yesterday, pine. You can at least help me today!" - "alright, alright. eggs? bacon? pancakes? whatever you want!" - "pancakes." - "your wish is my command, princess" on busy mornings things move a lot faster. You and Chris try to balance things so you can both get enough sleep, have enough time to get ready, and get to work on time. This can get a little.... difficult. - "for the love of god, baby, hit snooze" - "no way. we're booked up with meetings all day." - rolling out of the bed. - he gives you a quick forehead kiss. - showering together - yknow - because it 'saves time and water' - being in a hurry to get dressed. - he's about to walk out the door. - "chris, dearest, lovely, your shirt." - "what about it?" - "you buttoned it wrong and it's inside out." - "fuck" - tying his tie. - he's in a huge hurry but still stops in the hallway outside of the bathroom to admire you while you get ready - he kisses you like 6 times before he leaves. - "honey, you need to go. Like now." - "one more." - "okay now you can go" - "just... one more." - "chris!" - "baby!" - him running out the door and out of sight but yelling a muffled 'I love you!' before he's gone.

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Who is more protective? [Drabble]

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Fandom: Star Trek Pairing/characters: Jim Kirk x reader (but not really), Klingons, Spock, Pavel Chekov, an OC, unnamed officers, mention of Leonard McCoy Words: 1044 Warnings: Possibility of transporter disaster

"Any word from the away team?" I asked, coming into the transporter room, joining Spock as he was typing away on his PADD.

"They are not scheduled to return for another 7 minutes," he said matter of factly, not even looking up from his PADD.

"It turned out to definitely be a class M planet?"

"Yes, Lieutenant."

Okay, I thought. No more small talk.

I usually didn't welcome away teams home, not even the ones Jim was leading, but my shift was over, and I had nothing better to do. So, I stood there with Spock and the transporter chief, just resisting tapping my foot against the floor.

"Kirk to Enterprise. We have encountered Klingons." Jim's voice was a loud whisper on the comm by the transporter. "They are heavily armed."

Spock immediately strode over and pressed a button. "This is the Enterprise. Are you near the beam out spot?"

"Negative. Lieutenant Tanager's team is separated from the rest of us. We request immediate beam out of entire away team if you can get a lock."

"We're isolating your signals now," the transporter chief said.

"We know you're there, Kirk!" A crude voice sounded over the comm. "Got your precious officers here."

There was some scuffle and I imagined Jim coming out from wherever he was hiding to see what was going on. "Tanager," Jim said breathlessly. "Let them go, Klingon."

"This planet is ours, Captain." He made a spitting sound. "And Federation scum invading our planet is an invitation to war."

"The invitation to war is you claiming land on the wrong side of the neutral zone. Let them go and warp out of here as fast as you can. Or we could send you back in pieces as a message to the next Klingon hot-shots who dare to enter Federation space. Your choice."

"I can't get a decent lock on Tanager and her team," the transporter chief said. "They're too close to the Klingons."

I turned to Spock. "Can we send down reinforcements?"

He looked at me and seemed to do some quick thinking. "How many Klingons are there?"

The chief hit a few buttons. "I can see 25 of them near the team. And I'm getting more Klingon signatures further up in the hills."

"Commander Spock to security. We need a team of 20 security officers in transporter room 2 imme-"

A Klingon voice interrupted Spock. "We'll take you, Captain Kirk. You go back to Qo'noS with us... somewhat alive. And your team can go."

"Deal." Jim was too quick to agree and I let out a string of curses that had the men in the room staring at me.

"Do you still need 20 officers, Commander?" The Chief of Security asked.

"Yes, immediately. We have encountered Klingons on the surface and it seems our Captain is about to be abducted."

There was the sound of more scuffling on the comm, and I guessed the switch was being made. Sure enough – "Six to beam up," one of the officers said and the transporter chief didn't hesitate. In seconds they were there, and I walked over.

"What happened to Captain Kirk?"

"One of them grabbed him and they were heading towards the hills," Lieutenant Tanager explained. "There's a cave of sorts there, they're probably going to hide in there."

"Correct assumption, Lieutenant," Spock said. He was studying the sensors and the topography map of the planet. "There is no Klingon ship in orbit or anywhere in the vicinity, but there is a fading Klingon warp signature from two days ago. There appear to be no shuttlepods on the planet either. They will be in hiding until their ship comes back. And –" He pointed to the screen. "Captain Kirk is moving fast in direction of the cave."

It was my turn to do some quick thinking, I was biting my nail as I did, running over a couple of scenarios in my head and wondering if it was worth the risk. I decided it was. "Get Chekov in here, NOW!"

I was lost in thought as the others called Pavel. Ideally, I'd have an hour or two with a computer to run simulations, but there was no time. Something about those Klingons told me they were up to something, and kidnapping Jim had been their plan all along. And they didn't seem too intent on keeping him whole.

"I'm here." Suddenly Pavel was standing in front of me, heaving for his breath.

I shook my head. Act, not think. "Can you get a transporter lock on the captain and the Klingon that's with him? Both of them? As they're moving?"

"Yes, I can."

"Do it. But once you grab them, keep them in the buffer." He nodded and bounded over to the console.

"Lieutenant," Spock interjected as I followed Pavel. "They will disintegrate in the buffer."

"I only need 3 seconds, Commander. I am going to try something I've been tinkering with. If it doesn't work, arm yourself. We will have an intruder on board."

Spock stared at me. Then he nodded. And then right on time, the security team came through the door. Spock gave them new orders and ushered the confused away team off the transporter pads.

"I've got them," Pavel announced. "Starting transport."

I nodded with eyes glued to the panel. As soon as I saw there was something in the buffer, I hit a few buttons, mind working a billion lightyears a second. Different DNAs, separate each molecule, don't lose the order of them, don't lose the order of them, don't lose – "YES!"

On one of the transporter pad's white lights danced around and formed my Jim, seemingly whole, and alone, but looking very confused.

"The Klingon is back on the surface!" The transporter chief exclaimed. "How did you..."

"Captain, med bay, now," Spock ordered.

I ran over to Jim and guided him out of the room before he could make up an excuse not to see a doctor. "I'm getting pretty fed up with you being all too quick to sacrifice yourself before exploring other options," I told him.

"What just happened?" He asked. He looked thoroughly confused.

"I'll explain later. Just got to make sure you're whole first. And then Bones is going to kill me."

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Who has the weird taste in music? [Drabble]

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Fandom: Star Trek Pairing/characters: Jim Kirk x reader (but not really), Coridanite officers, Commander Kyle Words: 608 Warnings: Klingon opera

It was a busy day in engineering. We had some Coridanite representatives onboard, transporting them from their planet to a space station where they were going to hold a conference on advanced warp theory, seeing as Coridanites were slightly more advanced than most Federation members, Earth in particular. Even so, they were very interested in how the Enterprise worked. Jim had been sceptical at first – he didn't want to reveal secrets about his ship, but Admiral Ainsworth insisted.

So, Jim had been wandering around the ship with them for a couple of days, playing the gracious host. They'd been down in engineering a few times and they asked all sorts of questions and – in my opinion – really disrupted the workday.

I knew they'd be down again today, and I was going to open up one of our sensor probes and see if I couldn't increase the range of it for the mission we were going on after we dropped off the Coridanites. I needed to concentrate and knew it would be hard with them walking around. So that morning, I dug out a pair of old headphones from deep in my closet, loaded them with one of my favourite Klingon operas and went off to work.

It was much easier to work like this, being surrounded by the grand symphonies and the dramatic singing, not hearing anything of what was going on around me. I did get some weird looks from a few of the other officers, but I ignored it. They're just jealous, I thought to myself.

I was losing myself in my work, the insides of the sensor probe laid out around me on the floor and the desk, a few tools within reach. I was connecting my PADD to the sensor's computer to run some simulations when there was a tap on my shoulder. I started and nearly dropped the PADD, probably made a noise too, but I couldn't be sure, as the Klingon singer in my ears was reaching the height of the song.

Spinning around, I saw Jim standing there with an amused look on his face, the Coridanites behind him looking puzzled. I promptly removed the headphones and stood up. "Captain Kirk. Officers." I nodded in greeting. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"At ease, Lieutenant. Our visitors were just curious about the noise coming from this corner." He nodded towards the headphones on the desk.

"Oh, my apologies." I looked towards the Coridanites and spoke to them. "I'm working on something that requires my complete focus, and listening to my favourite music helps."

"It's Klingon opera," Jim explained with a slight shake of his head.

"Yes, I recognized the screaming," one of the Coridanite officers said. "How can you work in that noise?"

"Is it very audible to the rest of the room?" I was suddenly afraid I had bothered my fellow officers all day.

"We don't mind," Commander Kyle shot in as he walked past, balancing what looked like ten PADDs in his arms. I smiled at him in thanks.

"We should move on. Commander Scott promised to show us the warp core," Jim said, pointing towards Scotty, waiting by the door. As the Coridanites headed towards the Chief Engineer, Jim lingered. "I know they have some questions about the warp drive that I think you will be able to answer better than most, would you join us for lunch later?"

"Sure." I reached for my headphones, ready to get back to work.

"Also," he leaned in closer to whisper in my ear, "You’re insane, but I love it." He kissed my cheek quickly, winked and was off.

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Who cries during movies? [Drabble]

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Fandom: Star Trek Pairing/characters: Jim Kirk x reader (but not really) Words: 606 Warnings: None

It had been a while since I attended a movie night. They usually happened once a week on the recreational deck, but for the past few months, there had either been no movies that piqued my interest or I had been busy with other things. Tonight though, they were showing an about 250-year-old classic about space exploration gone wrong, and I had always been fascinated with how our ancestors thought the future would be.

I had asked Jim if he wanted to come along and he agreed. It was still early in our relationship, and we hadn't been on a movie date yet. This one we had agreed to keep casual, as it was very public, so we had met at the turbolift still in our uniforms. But I had to admit I took a quick sonic shower and changed into a clean uniform before heading out.

The movie was enjoyable, it was one of the more exciting ones I had seen from that era. Jim seemed to be enjoying it too, the hand he had resting on my thigh twitched at one sudden explosion and he squeezed my thigh a little during a few intense scenes. But the ending got to me. Before I really knew what was happening, I felt a few tears run down my face and I was quick to wipe them away. Crying on a date couldn't be a good thing.

I tried to sniff discreetly and camouflaged the wiping of tears with rubbing my face with tiredness. But the emotional scene just kept reaching new heights, and I gritted my teeth and cleared my throat, blinking furiously, and tried to list the components that made up a warp reactor in alphabetical order in my head to keep the emotional reaction to a minimum. I was convinced Jim would run fast the other way if he saw me this emotional over a damn sci-fi movie, our relationship was not ready for that.

The movie came to a blessed end and I pretended to be busy fishing my communicator out of my pocket, so I could turn my back to Jim and put my game face back on. But he laid a hand on my shoulder and leaned in to whisper. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I muttered. "Good movie."

He made a sound like he didn't believe me. "Yeah, it was good. Want to grab a bite in the mess hall before we call it a night?"

"I think I'll just head to bed. Goodnight." I stood up to walk out, but Jim grabbed my hand and pulled me back down.

"Is something wrong?"

I slowly turned on the seat and lifted my head to look at him, pursing my lips. He looked at me with confusion, genuinely concerned and apparently not aware of why I was lowkey freaking out. I cocked my head and stared at him.

Then he blinked. "Oh! Oooh..." He leaned in to whisper, people were still leaving or still sitting around. "Don't want me to see that you cried?"

"Something like that."

"Show me a person who wasn't affected by that ending, I dare you. That person doesn't have a heart, and I will have them transferred at first opportunity." There was something playful in his eyes and I felt my anxiousness leave my body. "Hell, I'll strike a deal with the Klingons and send them to Rura Penthe."

I couldn't help but chuckle. The day James T. Kirk struck a deal with the Klingons... No, not even if hell had frozen over. "Yes, I want to grab a bite before bed."

"Good, I'm feeling peckish."

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Snowflake Proposal [drabble]

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Fandom: Star Trek Pairings/characters: Jim Kirk x reader (but not really), mention of Winona Kirk and Frank Words: 1065 Warnings: Mention of Jim's stepfather, kissing, fluff

Prompt/summary (thank you to @iguess-theyre-mymess for the idea for this one!) The five-year mission is over and Jim takes his girlfriend back home to Iowa to visit his mother. One evening, he's taking a walk with his girlfriend and finally finds the moment he's been waiting for.

It was winter in Iowa. There was already about an inch of snow, and it was still coming down in large white chunks. Downtown Riverside was silent a few minutes past midnight on a Wednesday, the snow muffled the sounds of their footsteps. The stores were long closed, and the moon was new behind the snow-filled clouds, the streetlights were the only source of light.

It felt peaceful. Which was something Jim never thought he'd feel in Iowa, or on Earth at all. Ever since that barfight by the shipyard years ago, his life had been space, and space gave him peace.

"A slip of latinum for your thoughts."

The hand in his tightened for a second, getting his attention. Jim turned his head slightly to see his girlfriend looking at him, the streetlight they just passed flashed in her eyes. He cracked a small smile.

She had a lot to do with it, Jim thought, the peace in his heart. She'd been part of his crew from the very start – the disaster with Nero, and all through the five-year mission. But it was while they were stranded on Yorktown that he fell for her, hard and fast. He'd struggled after everything that had happened and he'd had a particularly hard day and had gone for a walk in the evening to clear his head. He thought he was alone in that part of the park when he let it all overwhelm him, but she'd been there, and she'd seen and she'd helped him. And there was no one else for him since that night.

"Just thinking of how peaceful this is," Jim said.

She stopped and turned her head up at the slowly falling snow, eyes closed. Jim stopped a couple of steps later, her hand holding his halting him. Then she looked at him again, snowflakes on her eyelashes. "It is. It really is. I'm glad you wanted to come back here, Jim."

He chuckled at the snow on her face and walked up to her and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "Me too. And I'm glad mom ditched that good-for-nothing dirtbag."

"I would have loved to have met him though," she said, her voice going dark, staring at the collar of his jacket. "I would love to punch out a few of his teeth. But let's not talk about him."

"Let's not. He's not an issue anymore." They started walking again. "I'm glad you wanted to come back with me."

"Why wouldn't I. I've been dying to meet the woman who raised this wonderful man I'm in love with." She swung their hands back and forth between them. "I've heard he was quite a rebel in his youth, but she did a good job on him because he grew to be the most charming, kind, warm man."

Jim lifted their entwined hands and kissed the back of her hand, his lips lingering on the cool skin.

She hummed. "Your lips are warm."

"Are you cold?" he spoke against her skin, blowing warm air on her hand.

"A bit. But I don't want to back just yet. Snowy ice planets just aren't the same as a snowfall on Earth."

"I know what you mean."

About an hour ago, when it had started snowing again, they had decided to go for a walk. Jim's mother had gone to bed after urging them to dress warmly.

"Mom is crazy about you, you know."

"She is?"

"Uh-huh. Says getting you to like me is the smartest thing I've ever done my entire life."

"She's right."

Jim bumped into her shoulder playfully and she laughed. The beautiful sound bounced off the shop walls, and his heart soared, just like every time she laughed. He wanted to make her laugh for the rest of his life.

The hand that was not holding hers, was buried in his jacket pocket, clutching the little box he'd been carrying around ever since they came back to Earth two months ago. They'd talked about it many times, but while they were travelling around in space, it just never seemed like the right time. Then the five-year mission ended and neither of them was sure what they wanted to do yet. Starfleet had a lot of options for them, but they hadn't made up their mind. Whatever they decided though, they wanted to be in the same place.

Her hand slipped out of Jim's and she danced forward, her face to the dark skies, tongue sticking out. A snowflake fell onto it and she giggled. Her eyes found another one and she moved towards it, eyes blinking with every snowflake that fell onto her face. Then she caught another one on her tongue, giggling again, before setting off for another one.

Jim's heart beat hard in his chest as he looked at her. She was so absolutely beautiful in that moment, so happy, so free. They had promised each other forever, but now, Jim felt it was finally the moment to do it the right way. He took the box out of his jacket pocket and knelt right there in the snow-covered street.

"It's easy when they're so big," she said, dancing under the falling snow.

He didn't say anything but just looked at her. She seemed to sense it because she suddenly stopped and turned back around to him. Her hand flew to her mouth, covering a gasp.

"Jim?"

He gestured for her to come closer, and she did. Her steps were hesitant at first, but then surer. When she was close enough, Jim reached for her hand. "I love you, so much," he began, looking up into her astonished eyes. "I should have probably prepared a speech, but... You're everything to me. You're my peace, my home. Will you marry me?"

She sobbed but managed to choke out the answer. "Yes, Jim. Yes." Then she dropped to her knees too, and he pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it onto her finger. It was not the ring he had bought on some planet ages ago and hidden away until it became a permanent part of his pockets the last two months. His mom had once offered him the ring she got from his father, and as soon as they came to Iowa, Jim sold the first ring and replaced it with his mother's.

It fit perfectly.

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Fandom: Star Trek Pairing: Jim Kirk x female (Jim Kirk x reader, but not really) Parts: 16 Warnings: Fluff, alcohol use, mentions of smut, arachnophobia

A series of drabbles giving an exclusive look into the relationship between Jim Kirk and his significant other. These are not posted or listed in order.

Based off of this and this.

Who said “I love you” first Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror Who initiated the first kiss Who kisses the other awake in the morning Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch Who was nervous and shy on the first date Who kills/takes out the spiders Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk Who is the cuddler Who cries during movies Who makes the bed Who has the weird taste in music Who is more protective Who sings in the shower

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Who kills/takes out the spiders? [Drabble]

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Fandom: Star Trek Pairings/characters: Jim Kirk x female, Spock, Hikaru Sulu, OC (Lieutenant Tanager) Words: 640 Warnings: Arachnophobia, spiders, slight panic attack

Thanks to @iguess-theyre-mymess for helping me with an idea for this one! Otherwise it would have been scrapped.

"Captain, there have been an incident in the arthropodology lab." Spock had just entered the bridge, and stood as calm as a statue with his hands behind his back and gazing at the view screen, quite the opposite of the storm of emotions that passed across Captain Kirk's face at the mention of the arthropodology lab.

"What do you mean incident?" Jim asked.

"One of the spider habitats have broken and the spiders are on the lose."

This caught the attention of a few of the other bridge officers.

"How could a habitat break?"

"It appears that the poison in the species with poisonous legs melts glass." Spock was still as calm and unaffected as if he was giving a weather report. "Lieutenant Tanager is currently rounding up the escaped spiders."

Jim was quiet for a long moment. Until he stood up, turned around, grabbed onto the back of the chair for support and looked at Spock. "Okay, Commander Spock. Let's see how much damage has been done."

"I need a shower," Jim muttered the moment he was out the door. He whipped out his comm and called for the bridge. "Mr Sulu, will you please take the conn? There is something I need to take care of."

"Of course, Captain."

Jim flipped the lid shut and marched as quickly as he could without seeming panicked to his quarters, praying that no one would stop him on his way. He could practically feel ten million creatures crawling all over his skin.

Just as he came into the hallway where his quarters were, he saw that enthusiastic ensign that always cornered him to ask a bunch of questions at the other end of the hall. He sped up and just as the ensign was about to say hi, Jim hurriedly entered the code, waved at the ensign and slipped inside, exhaling in relief.

"Hello, Captain!" I looked up from my PADD. "You looked stressed. What's up?"

"Arthropodology accident." Jim began clawing at his gold shirt, trying to get it off, his breaths going shallow and fast.

"Jim, calm down, please," I said and hurried up off the couch. I grabbed his wrists and held them still. "Jim, look at me." When he didn't respond, I squeezed his wrists. "Look at me."

He finally did.

"Breathe. Like this." I took a deep breath through my nose, and let it out through my mouth. "You're okay. Let me take your uniform off."

He nodded, eyes wide. Calmly, I reached down to unzip his pants so I could pull the black undershirt free. Then I grabbed the bottom of that and the gold uniform shirt and pulled.

"Arms up, Jim." He obeyed immediately, and I pulled the garment up. Then I knelt down and untied his boots, and now he lifted each foot on his own, letting me pull off his boots and socks. Then, to distract him a little, because in the corner of my eye I saw a spider crawling on the uniform shirt, I looked up at him through my lashes. So slowly, I reached for the hem of his pants, and pulled down. Then, his underwear, licking my lips while I did. I stood up. "Go take a shower, baby, and I'll get these clothes to laundry. Okay?"

"Okay."

I watched him disappear into the bathroom, and when I heard the water turn on, I quickly moved to find a glass and a plate. The spider was still crawling over his shirt, and I picked it up and shook it so the tiny black monster would fall to the floor. I crouched down and aimed with the glass, then put it on top of the creature. "Gotcha!" I slid the plate under the glass. "I think Lieutenant Tanager is looking for you, little buddy. Let's get you back to her."

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