Show me Something - Writing Prompts #1, #4
Pairing: Kirk x Female Reader
Notes: Changed one of the prompts ever so slightly - if you’d like to request a small fic from the prompt list click here!
Peeling your eyes open was especially difficult - you and Jim had been up late again. You swung by his quarters last night to check up on him, he’d seemed particularly stressed on the bridge and as always, one thing lead to another.
Now his arm was wrapped tightly around you - the two of you were almost nose to nose and it gave you a chance to stare at his restful face. You noticed the faint lines that were beginning to show on his forehead from the stresses of his responsibility. You noticed the slight stubble that had begun to form - his facial hair had always grown back quickly. You saw the roots of his hair that always grows darker than the rest. You noticed the faint, tiny scar that was almost hidden by his eyebrow. That was from the last mission gone wrong - you remember having to restrain yourself from chastising him on his return.
That train of thought brought you crashing back down to reality. You’d been growing increasingly concerned for Jim. More than before you’d try to persuade him to not go on away missions - and if he did you’d spend all the time worrying about his return - though you wanted to brush it away as just the friendship between you - you’d known for a little while that you had feelings for your lover and Captain. Feelings that didn’t fit into the whole friends-with-benefits paradigm.
If it were anyone else you’d be upfront and honest - but this was famous womaniser Jim Kirk - his past record didn’t indicate he was looking for anything serious and so you kept yourself to yourself.
You’d already sworn when he left your room last week - that time would be the last - yet here you are, naked in his bed, pressed up against him and feeling more alone than you’ve ever felt before. You felt the emotion hitting you - feeling like you’d already been rejected before you even said anything, and you knew you had to go, this time forever. Sure you’d still work together and it would be a little hard at first, but eventually, your friendship might return to normal.
You slowly peeled off Jim’s arm from around your waist - attempting not to disturb him - but he stirred and you saw his eye that wasn’t pressed into the softness of the pillow flicker open. “Morning Gorgeous.” He said, his voice sleepy just like you were used to. “Where you off?”
You take a moment to reply as you slip on your underwear and uniform dress. “I’ve gotta go Jim.”
“Go where?” He says, moving his head and scowling in confusion.
“Just gotta, go. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t” You should’ve stayed to hear his response, but you straightened yourself up and slipped out of his quarters, rushing to your own as fast as you could.
The door to your quarters doesn’t even have the chance to slide shut once you arrive.
“Did I miss something?” He asks, brow furrowing.
“No Jim, I just don’t want to do this anymore. Now please, I’d like to be left alone.” You sigh.
“Do what? Us?” He’s clearly confused and both of you are getting more irritated.
“Yes, us!” You reply.
Jim’s tone gets shorter. “We had a good thing going, what the hell happened?”
“I’m sick of sleeping with you and pretending like it’s just not more than that. Like one day you’re gonna turn around and be my boyfriend, but that’s not gonna happen - you’re Jim Kirk. I was silly to ever fall for you and think you’d fall for me back” You snap, starting to get upset as you turn away from him.
“I have fallen for you, please, just give me a chance, I don’t want to lose you.” He says as he walks over to you and places a hand on your shoulder. “I won’t lose you. I had no idea you felt the same. You think I let every one of my dates stay over in my quarters? Fuss over me when I get hurt on an away mission? I barely even let Bones look after me.”
“I guess that’s true.” You smile as you turn to face him and take his hands in yours.
“So, (Y/N), my girlfriend. I think that has a nice ring to it.” He says with a wink.