Day 8 of @thefanficfaerie’s Season of Love Challenge
Prompt: Holding Hands
Word Count: 110
The first time it happened, sent a shock through your system.
The skin of his fingers, brushing lightly over yours. Testing, waiting.
Blood rushing through your ears drowned out Spock’s words and hesitantly, you slid your gaze towards Jim.
His gaze remained straight ahead, the gash along his cheek a garish red. Clumps of dirt still clung to his hair, smeared down his neck intermingled with sweat.
Knowing what he sought, you returned your gaze forward. The soft side of your hand pressed into his palm, your fingertips brushed along the inside of his fingers.
His throat bobbed with a swallow, his fingers moving with yours to intertwine and squeeze.
Notes: Someone requested Kirk, Strip that Down by Liam Payne and some sexy dancing. The song is only implied, but enjoy! Feedback is appreciated!
“There he goes again.” You whisper to your friend in disdain, sipping at your drink and wishing the alcohol would kick in already.
Captain Kirk was sweeping around the room, chatting with all the crew and showing off that wide smile.
He irked you, beyond belief. Kirk was a good captain, there was no question about that - but on a personal level, it's fair to say he was nowhere near your favourite person. To you, and you felt only you, his arrogance was clear. He's a pretty boy and he knows it, and you've always felt like he never lets anyone else forget it either - being so endlessly charming and oh so wonderful.
The truth was, you were attracted to him, just like countless others aboard the ship and far beyond - that very fact irritated you. He knew so many people could put up no fight to his charms, and that's why you made such a conscious effort to show him how wrong he is. You never indulged him in his attempts at conversation or flirtation on the odd day you were on the bridge - but you would never disrespect him either - at least not to his face.
“Can you blame him for being so social? It's been a rough couple of weeks. I know I needed to let loose.” She laughs. “C’mon, we should get more drinks, shots maybe?”
“Sounds like a plan.” You say, trying to take the venom out of your voice - she's probably just trying to shut you up. You realise for a man you dislike you seem to talk about him an awful lot.
Your friend waves over the bartender and places an order for a few drinks and some extra shots - neither of you are holding back and the drinks are gone almost as soon as they arrive.
“Evening ladies.” A smooth voice greets, and you can immediately identify it by the feeling of both irritation and giddiness it gives you. “Having a nice night?”
You start speaking before your friend gets a chance - you don't want him sticking around any more than he needs to.
“We're having a great night, thank you, Captain.” The smile on your face is forced.
“Oh, frosty! What did I do to you?” He grasps his chest, pretending to be hurt. “Anyway, let me get you ladies your next round of drinks.” He says moving toward the bar. You go to interrupt, but he places the order for some drinks regardless.
The three of you drink together, almost in one go, before he's moving off again.
“Loosen up, Lieutenant.” He calls as he walks away. “It's a party!” He spins and gyrates in a sort of dance, and even you must admit you had to fight back the slightest smile.
You huff out your breath and try to regain your steely composure - steadying your face. Some of those drinks are catching up to you, and you can feel yourself begin to sway and become more distant from being sober.
“Another drink?” You ask.
Drink after drink goes down until you eventually begin to loosen. You're not as steady on your feet, your sight is becoming more and more subpar, and you find yourself laughing hysterically at the slightest of jokes from your friend. Under normal circumstances, you'd have stopped drinking a long time ago - but the evening has progressed into an even more party-ish atmosphere. A lot of the crew are just as drunk as you, dancing under the dimmed lights to the booming music, and it's not long before you join them.
“I love this song!” Your friend shouts, though you still struggle to hear. She downs her drink and you follow suit as she takes you by the hand and pulls you into the crowd.
Dancing is a lot easier when you've had this much to drink - maybe not in the physical sense but there's very little you care about right now. The more you move, it seems the faster the alcohol does the work, or just the fun you're having. Before you know it you're completely lost in the music, surprisingly still going despite the amount of alcohol you've consumed.
“I'll be right back, keep dancing!” You vaguely hear being called in your direction as your friend's hand is pulled out of yours.
“Okay.” You laugh and continue to move amongst your fellow crew mates. You don't recognise many of them, but you're having a good time regardless.
The music selection shifts to something that's quite pop-ish, but with a sensual undertone, and if you weren't feeling yourself before you certainly are now. The movements come easy and you're reminded of days in the academy where you spent nights with friends practically all over each other, and everyone else.
You're pleasantly surprised when you feel a presence behind you, and eventually, two strong hands slipping onto your waist, caressing your body as you move to the music. Whoever it is, they know exactly how to touch you. A tight body is pressing into the back of you as the hands move up and down your sides, sending a tingling sensation straight to your very core.
The body moves closer, and you feel hot breath and the slight catch of stubble on your neck, making you weak at the knees, but you continue to push back into the body, enjoying the sensations the stranger was causing. The hand moves to your front, gently moving over your stomach before stopping just below your breast - teasing you ever so slightly.
Just as you're considering moving the mysterious stranger's hand further up, giving you what you want, cold surrounds you and the body moves away. Before you can turn, the gap is filled with other people dancing all around you, and the mysterious stranger is gone.
Waking up was difficult, albeit not as much as you were expecting. The lights in your room are just slightly too bright, but not blindingly so - your head is throbbing and your mouth is dry. Upon consideration, you decide you've been in worse states than this.
Despite last night's activities, you still have duties today - and making yourself presentable takes time. Luckily, you're in a position of looking far better than you feel when you set off to work.
In your haste to get to your station, you're rushing around with your head down and avoiding the blaring lights of the ship’s hallways. Unfortunately, you managed to walk straight into someone. The last person you'd want to run into. Kirk.
“Sorry, Captain.” You're in a hurry, and the impact has made your head hurt more.
“No need to apologise.” He smiles as you begin to rush off. “Hey (Y/N)?”
“Yes?” You stop, not used to the captain addressing you by your first name.
“I never knew you could dance like that.” He begins, and you go to interrupt.
“But I'm glad you danced like that with me.”
The smile is back, and for once, it doesn't seem to irk you.
Warnings: It gets spicy. Not smut spicy but... still pretty spicy
Part 1
“Okay, so you can’t laugh about anything you may see in here. I’m a huge nerd and proudly display that fact in my apartment.” You said as you unlocked the door to your apartment.
“If it’s anything like your desk at work, I’m sure I’ll have plenty to laugh about.”
“Ha ha.” You laughed sarcastically as you walked into your home. “Okay, so make yourself at home. I’m gonna change, I’ve about had it with this dress.” You walked down a small hallway and disappeared into your room. Jim stood in the living room, having a small panic attack. Here he was, in your apartment, alone. He had no idea how to even act. Sure, the two of you were work friends, but he had this huge crush on you. Should he just take this chance and make a move? Or just follow your lead? He continued to drown in his thoughts till your voice brought him back to reality.
“Jim? I’ve just had an idea.” You shouted through your door.
“What’s that?”
“Well, we have to send them a pic right? Should we, uh, oh gosh this is so… Look, we should probs take some pretty ummm, steamy pics, so don’t freak out when I come out okay.” Jim’s face flushed.
“Ummm. A-are you okay with that (y/n)?” He asked
“I mean, it’s not ideal, but I trust you Jim. Don’t mess up.”
Jim laughed nervously, “I’ll try (y/n).”
Jim turned when he heard the door open and his heart stopped. There you stood with nothing on but your bra and underwear. “S-stop staring Kirk. Just strip already!” Jim had to will himself to look away and shrugged out of his jacket.
“You, um, you look good.” You didn’t dare look at Jim even when he gave you the small compliment. Jim grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion. Now it was your turn to stare. He was fit and incredibly so. You could only imagine what it would feel like to rub your hands down his torso-
“Hey (y/n). My eyes are up here.” Jim’s joke pulled you away from your thoughts.
“Ha ha. You’re a regular comedian aren’t you Jim?”
Jim shrugged, “I try.”
An uncomfortable silence filled the air. The two of you stood a good couple feet from each other and the two of you were much too awkward to make the first move. It wasn’t until your phone buzzed that you moved.
“Ugh it’s Christine. She asking for a pic now.”
“Really? How do she know we aren’t entirely entranced with each other by now?”
“She probably thinks I chickened out by now…’ You grumbled. You looked at Jim and waved in the direction of the coach, “Sit down, I got an idea.”
Jim did as told and then you promptly sat down in his lap. Jim could tell his face had gotten about ten shades redder than before, he sat under you, unsure of what to do with his hands. You looked up from your phone to look at his face. You could see the blush spread out over his cheeks and thought it was the cutest thing. Maybe he does like me… You thought. But you shook your head, anyone would be embarrassed in this situation right?
“Okay, so um, I’ll need you to…” You picked up Jim’s hands and wrapped them around your waist. “And then I’ll do this. Stop me if you feel uncomfortable Jim.” You placed your lips on his neck and felt him flinch. “You okay?” You whispered.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You nodded as you raised your arm to snap the photo. “Relax Jimbo, or else they’ll think I’m forcing you to do this.”
Jim laughed, “I’d do anything for you (y/n).”
You sat up slowly, looking Jim in the eye. Nyota’s words lingered in the back of your mind, He likes you…
“Jim?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you… do you like me? Like enough to date me?”
Jim looked away, but a small smile graced his lips.
“Do you think I would do this for you if I didn’t?”
“That’s true i guess. But… I don’t know. I want to date you too, it’s just, you’re so out there? We’re completely different people. I just can’t believe it…”
“Well than, can I kiss you to prove it?”
Now it was your turn to blush. You full heartedly believed that he would’ve kissed you right then and there. It never occurred to you that he would ask and it left you feeling comfortable, which was something you rarely felt in the presence of any of your previous partners. “I g-guess so. Yeah, yeah you can.”
Jim cupped your face a placed a sweet kiss on your lips. He only parted for a moment when you pulled him back for another kiss. This time, the kiss was much more passionate. Jim’s hand moved to the back of your neck to help deepen the kiss and your hands ran through his hair. Jim had just laid the two of you down on the couch when your phone rang. You pulled away and groaned, “It’s probably Christine.”
Jim picked your phone up, “Nope, says Nyota.”
“Ugggghhh… Just hang it up. I’ll talk to them later…” You reached up for Jim, but he waved your hands away as he answered the phone.
“Hello, the man of (y/n)’s dreams speaking.”
You stifled your giggles as Jim talked to your friend.
“We are having a lovely time, yes. I am being a gentleman, yes. Okay, okay. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I don’t want to keep my lady waiting. Okay, bye bye now.”
“What did she say?” Jim placed himself back on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
“She was asking if I was treating you right. She seemed rather worried actually. Although, there was another voice screaming in the background, I can only assume it was Christine.”
“Yeah, that sounds like her.” You laughed.
“She stills wants that picture.”
“I’ll send it tomorrow. I’m a bit preoccupied at the moment.” You pulled jim down closer and began planting small kisses on his neck.
Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader (nothing official though!)
Word Count: 1,379
Warnings: Pining. Unresolved pining.
A/N: Written for @thefanficfaerie‘s West Wing Quote Challenge. This one nearly got away from me! It wanted to be more, but I just ran out of time. And patience, I wanted this posted on Monday lol So this is a standalone story.
Ever since Jim learned how you felt about him; your friendship had become…strained.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought of you that way – he had – a lot.
But he was the captain. He was your captain.
Even if the two of you could keep a relationship secret, he wasn’t one hundred percent convinced that he would want to.
Somewhere in his life he had earned the label of player. When, in reality, he was the most loyal partner; willing to give his time and affection to one person. It just never worked because his partners were always on different paths.
That was part of his fear.
With you; something was possible. A future.
If Command didn’t find out and immediately have you transferred.
He didn’t get a chance to explain any of this to you.
Because when he learned this, you were three bottles deep in a sweet wine; lips tinged red from it.
You had called him beautiful, your best friend, and leaned in to press a wet kiss to his mouth.
When you pulled back, eyes half-lidded and dreamy, there was nothing he could say. Frozen, with his hands on your arms, holding you at a distance.
A part of you must have realized, because before he knew it, you slipped from his reach and disappeared for the rest of the night.
You had been avoiding him since. And to be honest, he had no idea what he would say if you weren’t.
“It’s probably for the best.” Leonard told him over a tumbler of whiskey. “You two have a good thing going; you don’t want to muck it up over a failed romance.”
“What makes you think it would fail?” He had to ask; because the implication rubbed him the wrong way.
“Jim, you haven’t made a move for a reason. You know it, she knows it – it’s why she’s avoiding you. Stick to friendship. Anything more will only bring trouble.”
And then there was this mission.
A royal family was beginning to rustle federation feathers. Some of the details in the report made the society sound on the verge of upheaval. With an ailing king, the cause appeared to be the crowned prince.
Jim was supposed to head down, remind the royal family of their responsibilities under the Federation’s terms and mediate any conflict for a peaceful future.
He’d been on enough of these missions that it had become tedious. It was why he started bringing you along. You had a stronger patience and an eye for trouble before it happened.
He needed you.
So, he arranged a truce the night before.
“I’m sorry,” were the first words out of your mouth. “I should have handled this like an adult and come talk to you sooner. It was just,” You chuckled, eyes flitting around the room before forcefully landing on him. “It’s not a habit of mine to go around kissing people.”
He mirrored your embarrassed smile, but his eyebrows furrowed to the center.
“People?”
Your jaw dropped, your whole body froze.
He waited on baited breath for you to elaborate.
“According to Nyota; who saw all of this and didn’t think to stop me,” You paused to take a steadying breath. “I kissed five…people.”
Confusion cleared to surprise.
You jumped to assure.
“I already talked with the others, they all had a laugh. Scotty even tried to convince me we did more – we didn’t! He was just goofing around.”
Jim knew he should have felt relieved.
And he thought he was.
Because this gave him the opportunity to laugh it off as well. The kiss didn’t mean anything; you were inebriated and apparently felt like spreading the love. All of his worrying was for nothing.
“Are we good?” You asked hesitantly.
Whatever darkness had settled over him, he pushed it down and smiled reassuringly.
“Of course we are. I’ve had my fair share of drunken disasters.”
The worry cleared from your face. Your smile, gentle. Your eyes, kind.
“Yeah, well, I’m no repeat offender like you.”
“You say that now.”
It did feel easier.
As you laughed and the two of you fell into conversation about the mission and each other’s lives from the past few days, he didn’t miss the uncertainty of before.
He had missed you. And if friendship guaranteed getting to spend every day in your company, he would happily take that over romance.
It felt as if the negotiations had been going on for hours. Prince Dakard was spoiled, arrogant, every negative princely stereotype under the sun and then some.
Spock was proving unhelpful, almost purposefully ignoring the prince’s attitude and leaving Jim to react on his own. He swore the Vulcan was able to choose when and when not to enact his human emotions.
Hunched over the table, hands splayed on the surface and head hung low between his shoulders, Jim swallowed a groan as the prince made another obtuse remark about his subjects.
The conference door opened.
His head lifted – eyes landing on you. Exhaling, he stood to his full height.
“A word, Captain.” You spoke; but he was already on his way to you.
He didn’t notice the prince’s curious gaze as he passed him. But you did; your eyes watching the royal cautiously as you asked Jim how he was holding up.
“I’m understanding more of why he has an uprising on his hands.” He all but growled.
Your gaze slid up to him and your head tilted.
“There isn’t an uprising.”
“I may just start one.”
Your jaw clenched, but your cheeks rose and your eyes glittered. It was all the silent laughter he needed to feel better.
“This one seems more interested in flash and style than substance.” You observed.
“But we need him to absorb the substance.”
“Talk to him as if he were a guy at the bar.”
“I would have punched this guy in a bar.” You stared at him pointedly. He rolled his eyes and conceded. “How are things out there?”
“Not as exciting as in here. Fix this so we can leave.”
“Oh, you’re the boss now?”
“Consider it advisement.”
Your eyes met his as you exchanged small smiles.
He returned to the table with a clearer head.
Leaning one hand on the table and the other on his hip, he considered the prince slouched in his chair.
“What’s it going to take to get you to comply with the Federation’s peace treaty?”
Prince Dakard drummed his fingers on the table before sitting up in his chair.
“I must say, Captain, your Commanding Officer was quite persuasive in your absence. I will sign your treaty.”
Jim looked to Spock in surprise, but the First Officer only had an air of smugness about him. He’d hear about that later.
“Great! Let’s get your signature on the line.” He slid the treaty towards the prince.
Dakard stood to sign, his head ducked as he voiced conversationally; “You wife is beautiful too, Captain. I’m curious, how did you get her to marry you? Did you trick her or something?”
As the prince raised his head, Jim stood to his full height, arms lifting to cross defensively over his chest.
“What?”
“I mean no offense, if you didn’t. But if you did, I would very much like to known how. I will be searching for the next future queen soon. It could prove helpful.”
As Jim struggled to formulate a response, Spock assessed the two and decided to step in.
“They are not married.”
The prince’s face lit up in utter delight while Jim slowly turned his slack-jawed ire to Spock.
The Vulcan’s brow ticked a millimeter to the center; perplexed at the annoyance directed at him.
“Then you and your team must stay the night!” The prince exclaimed.
Jim shook his head, biting back expletives that were very undiplomatic.
“That’s not necessary, your highness. We just need your signature here, and we will be on our way. Back to space to leave you and your planet to the new arrangements.” It was spoken like a wish. One that went unheard to the royal’s ears.
He tried hard not to take this situation as Karma, mocking him for not telling you how he felt and putting a damn ring on your finger.
Day 18 of @thefanficfaerie’s Season of Love Challenge
Prompt: Kiss
Word Count: 127
The air was crisp, biting at your exposed cheeks.
The sound of children laughing as they chased each other; the scent of freshly popped kettle corn and stray needles of hay beneath your boots.
Eyes wandered up to the sky, velvet blanket speckled with twinkling stars.
His arm circled around your waist, hand curved gripped at your hip, pulling you close into his side. Leather jacket protecting, encasing his body warmth. A smile creased his face, marks of laughter on his cheeks, around his eyes.
“Did you have fun?” He asked, voice low and conspiratorial.
“Oh yes,” You whispered back, face tilted upwards to him.
A gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. Your lashes fluttered at the intimacy.
A/N: Holy crap this took a lot longer then I thought it would take. And it was only supposed to be one part, yet here we are...
You pulled at the skirt of your dress. It was much shorter than you were used to, but Christine and Nyota were insisting that you wore the short party dress.
“We’re going out drinking. Not going to a job interview.” Christine had said while the three of you were getting ready.
“And besides, you’ve got the best damn legs I’ve ever seen!” Nyota complimented you as Christine nodded in agreement.
It was a mystery to you as to why you’d agree to go out drinking with them that Friday night. It had been something you’d guys had been discussing for a while, but you’d never thought it would happen. But in the words of Nyota, “After a long week, we deserve a night to just get drunk!”
You sat in a booth with your friends, as they looked around the bar for any potential hookups for the evening. “This is ridiculous.” You said, “I thought this was supposed to be a girls night… why are we bringing guys into the equation?”
“Because!” Christine said, taking a sip from her margarita, “I have not gotten laid in a very long time.”
“And I’m the best wingwoman either of you will ever have, so of course I have to keep an eye out.”
You sighed and played with the straw in your drink. This was not your idea of a Friday night. You’d much rather be at home, in a sweater and watching a bad movie. But nooo. You had to be pulled into some man hunt with your much more promiscuous friends.
You finished off your drink and stood up. “I’m going to get another, y'all want anything?”
“Nope, we’re good. But keep an eye out for any good looking ones.”
The girls waved as you walked away, rolling your eyes.
You gave the bartender your order and as you waited you heard a familiar voice call your name.
“(Y/n)? Is that you?”
“Jim?” You turned towards the voice only to find a co-worker of yours, Jim Kirk.
“Wow, (y/n). I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed like that. I almost didn’t recognize you.” He gestured to you and you couldn’t help but blush. You weren’t planning on running into anyone from work here, but you’d rather it be Jim than anyone else.
“It’s a good look on you though.”
“Thanks, but I’d much rather prefer a nice knit sweater. My friends kinda forced me into this getup.”
“Really? You aren’t on a date or anything?”
You laughed, “I wish. It would probably be better than hanging out with those two.” You gestured back to the booth and Jim laughed.
“Well, they seem very interested in our conversation.”
You gave Jim a confused look and than glanced over to Christine and Notoya. Their eyes were watching your every move. You groaned, “They probably think we’re flirting. I’m willing to bet that Nyota’s taking notes…”
The bartender gave you your drink and you had to make an effort not to down it in one sitting. “I should get back to them. See you later Jim.” Jim waved as you walked back to the booth.
“What the hell was that?” Nyota asked as you sat down.
“What was what?” You replied, playing dumb.
“Who was that guy?” Christine asked.
“Jim Kirk. I work with him over at Enterprise Magazine. He’s the head of the visual department.”
“Why are we just hearing about him now?”
“Well, it’s not like you two ask me ‘hey how are your friends at work?’”
“Oh no honey. You can’t be calling him that.”
You gave Nyota a confused look.“What are you talking about Nyota?”
Nyota smirked, “You didn’t notice the way he was looking at you? He’s interested in you.”
You almost choked on your drink, “Excuse me?”
“She’s right babe. He’s totally smitten with you.”
“Y'all are crazy. Jim’s just a friend from work. He’s never said anything about being interested.”
Christine rolled her eyes. “You’re so oblivious (y/n)! It’s not like he’ll just blurt out his feelings. Just the way he looks at you is enough to confirm that he’s got the hots for you.”
“Think of it this way (y/n). You work in accounting right?”
“Yeah?”
“So, does Jim ever take the time to come and talk to you during the day, in a non-work related manner?”
You stared at Nyota, but couldn’t help but think about her question. Jim did like to talk to you and ask about your interests. And in doing so, you had learned that the two of you actually had a lot in common...
“H-he kinda talks to everybody…” You looked away and glanced back at the bar. Jim was chatting with the bartender. You could hear his laugh across the room.
“You should ask him out.”
Christine’s statement brought you back. “Excuse me?”
“Well, I think that if you don’t make a move, someone else will. Like me for example.”
Nyota elbowed Christine lightly and laughed, “He’d probably only be interested in (y/n) anyway.”
“But she won’t go talk to him. She’s too scared.”
“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, “What makes you so sure Christine?”
“Come on (y/n)! In all the years I’ve known you, all the times we’ve gone out together, when have you ever taken the initiative to ask a guy out. I don't think you’ve even had a one night stand. I don’t think that’s something you could do.”
You and Christine stared each other down. Christine knew what she was doing. She was presenting you with a challenge and she knew you wouldn’t back down.
“You wanna bet?”
“Bet? Oh guys come on, this was supposed to be fun-”
“I bet,” Christine cut off Nyota’s attempt to calm down the flames of competition, “that if you go and talk to him, you’ll chicken out and come crawling back to this booth a hot flushing mess. And when you do, you have to buy dinner whenever I ask.”
“And if I do end up sleeping with him tonight?”
Both your friends raised their eyebrows in surprise.
“Than I will never question your womanhood again.”
You weighed your options. All reason told you that this was stupid. But you knew that if you didn’t at least try, you’d never live it down. It was then, that a plan began to form.
“Alright, deal.” You and Christine shook on it and you picked up your bag and stood to leave.
“Wait!” Nyota stopped you, “How will we know you actually slept with him?”
“Oh you’re right. She’s probably already got a plan to just ask him to leave the bar with her and just go their separate ways.”
Damn. They knew you too well.
“Fine, I’ll send you guys a picture when the deed is done.”
They laughed and agreed. “Fine. Don’t wait up girls.” And with that, you walked off to the bar.
“Hey Jim?” Jim looked at you as you sat next to him at the bar.
“(Y/n), long time no see.”
You laughed before asking, “Can you help me out?”
Jim raised a brow, “With what?”
“My friends think that I don’t have the guts to come over here and ask you to slept with me,” Jim’s looked taken aback by your forwardness. “We don’t actually need to sleep together. I just need to convince them that we do.”
Jim tilted his head from side to side, contemplating your proposition. “I’m game.” He said and finished his drink.
“Oh bless. I owe you big time.”
“No problem (y/n). But you know,” Jim leaned closer to you, “We should really put on a show for your friends.”
You looked at him in confusion, before you caught on. “Oh? What should I do? Touch your arm? Giggle as if you told me some lame joke?” You placed a hand on his arm and playfully shoved him. Jim laughed before hopping off the bar stool. “So,” he said, “Your place or mine?”
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.
Notes: Talks of a broken wrist - if you’d like to request a small fic from the prompt list click here!
You weren’t expecting a knock on your door - but considering your predicament you decided to stay still and silent - hoping whoever it was would wonder off and find someone else to bother.
The ice pack you had wrapped around your wrist hadn’t had any effect despite your wishful thinking, so you were in extraordinary pain with the swelling and bruising to match.
You weren’t exactly up for visitors.
Even more unexpected was the fact that moments later the doors slid open regardless and in stepped your captain, walking in like he wasn’t invading your personal space.
“Where’ve you been?” He asks, giving you a momentary look as if you were expected somewhere besides the mess hall - his look changes to one of concern as he spots your arm laying limply over your lap - a discoloured and misshapen joint surrounded by a bag of ice.
Instinctually you go to hide it out of sight, but moving it even the slightest bit causes you to cry out in pain, you settle it back into the cool ice and try to regulate your breathing.
“I hate to break this to you, but you should probably go and see Bones about that.” Jim moves towards you and sits down, lifting the bag slightly to get a better look.
“You hypocrite!” You say through gritted teeth. “I could count all the medicals you’ve been to on my hand, and I can’t even move my fingers. How many times have you been banged up and you won't even let a hypo near you? I’m not going.”
“And yet, I’m the captain.” He smiles a shit-eating grin. “Oh hey, what’s that up there?”
You glance up, confused, the only thing you recall being on the ceiling is the lighting panels.
“What are you talking abou-” You begin, but you feel strong arms slip around your back and under your legs. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Taking you to see Bones.” He says as he stands up, carrying you toward the door like it’s nothing.
You wish you could move, but wiggling your legs would disturb your arm and obviously there’s very little you can do with a clearly broken wrist. “Put me down, Jim. I can still use my legs.”
“What? So you can go back to your room? Stop being such a baby. And don’t worry, I’m sure Bones will love to see you in sickbay, you’re a better patient I am.”
