Six Things Gaila Made Jim Kirk Do Just Because She Could
Title: Six Things Gaila Made Jim Kirk Do Just Because She Could
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Characters: Gaila, Kirk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 812
A.N: Written for this prompt on the kink meme.
Six Things Gaila Made Jim Kirk Do Just Because She Could
5. Take her to dinner.
After the fourth time they had sex, Gaila decided that enough was enough and they needed to go on a proper date. The restaurant was small and cozy and Italian (Gaila loved Italian food. It had zest), the evening was pleasant, and Jim was on time (mostly because Gaila had bribed Dr. McCoy to make sure he was. But that was mostly unimportant).
It was one of the first proper dates that either of them had at the Academy. Afterwards, they had amazing sex and went their separate ways, but every so often Jim would show up at her room and invite her out for a drink or a bite to eat or a game of pool with him and Bones. It was nice.
4. Clean and rewire Jeffries tube #30257A
"I told you this was a bad idea," Gaila said as she swept up the broken glass that had fallen out of the tube.
"Would y'hand me the sponge?" Kirk asked from inside, sounding rather smushed and put-out. "There's some...stuff...stuck to one of the light bulbs."
Gaila dipped the sponge in the bucket and lobbed it up the tube a bit, earning a wet smack and a disgruntled "Hey!".
"Still," she said, grinning as she put away her broom. "It was kind of fun."
3. Defend her honor
"Hey," Gaila said. "He made fun of my pool cue."
"Well, most pool cues aren't bright pink." Jim leaned back in his chair and guzzled down another beer. "Did you hit him?"
Gaila shook her head. "If I get another demerit, I'll lose my off-campus privileges for a month."
Jim grunted.
"You still owe me for kicking that Andorrian's ass when he tried to mug you." Gaila narrowed her eyes and hefted her mug.
Jim sighed.
"All right," he said, standing up and cracking his knuckles. "Where is he?"
2. Hush
They both had crappy childhoods, no point in denying it. Occasionally, they had nightmares about it, and when that happened when they were spending the night, they'd wake up alone, nothing personal. Sex was sex was sex, no strings attached.
The past was the past, and it had left her enough problems of her own to get over without borrowing anyone else's. Gaila might have been a slave then, but now she was a Starfleet cadet with nothing but brightness in her future.
"My stepdad hated us," Jim said one time when they were sitting at Gaila's desk and he'd had too much to drink. He shut his mouth, but Gaila knew there was more coming.
"I'm sorry," she said. "But I don't want to know."
Kirk froze for half a second before he nodded and poured himself another drink.
1. Smile
"Waiting for Dr. McCoy?" She asks when she notices him sitting on the floor in front of Medlab 2C.
Kirk nods and doesn't speak. His hands are shaking in his lap.
"Is something wrong?" Gaila asks, stepping closer, because he looks like shit, and it would just be cruel to leave him like this.
"I took the Kobayashi Maru today," Jim says in a very quiet voice. He looks down at his hands.
"Oh." And, really, that explains it, because Gaila doesn't think Jim Kirk's ever failed at anything he's set his mind to do, and falling hard can be a bitch, Gaila knows.
"Hey," she says, and sits down next to him and bumps his shoulder with hers and puts her finger underneath his chin and draws it up, and she doesn't say something like "Everybody fails," or "You can't win every one," or even "So, maybe now you see that some situations just suck and you have to make the best of them, hmm?"
"You'll be all right," she says, and means it. "You're Jim Kirk."
Jim breathes and coughs out something that might be a strangled sort of sob and lets his head thump back against the wall, but he smiles a little anyway.
0. Dress Up For Something Other Than a Date
There's no coffin, no congregation, just a small bit of space on a very long table in a room full of tables with a single rod of incense burning in a vase and pictures of Gaila scattered around it.
Jim traces his fingers over a picture of her and Uhura fencing with pool cues at Randy's bar and smothers a laugh. She'd probably find the whole thing morbid - would insist on people celebrating her life with a pint instead of weeping over incense and pictures - and then she'd spend the rest of the afternoon going to every single stick of incense and memorizing the cadet's name.
Jim straightens after a moment and clasps his hands behind his back and slowly walks two paces over to the next vase. His throat hurts, and his eyes sting a little.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Characters: Gaila, Kirk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 812
A.N: Written for this prompt on the kink meme.
Six Things Gaila Made Jim Kirk Do Just Because She Could
5. Take her to dinner.
After the fourth time they had sex, Gaila decided that enough was enough and they needed to go on a proper date. The restaurant was small and cozy and Italian (Gaila loved Italian food. It had zest), the evening was pleasant, and Jim was on time (mostly because Gaila had bribed Dr. McCoy to make sure he was. But that was mostly unimportant).
It was one of the first proper dates that either of them had at the Academy. Afterwards, they had amazing sex and went their separate ways, but every so often Jim would show up at her room and invite her out for a drink or a bite to eat or a game of pool with him and Bones. It was nice.
4. Clean and rewire Jeffries tube #30257A
"I told you this was a bad idea," Gaila said as she swept up the broken glass that had fallen out of the tube.
"Would y'hand me the sponge?" Kirk asked from inside, sounding rather smushed and put-out. "There's some...stuff...stuck to one of the light bulbs."
Gaila dipped the sponge in the bucket and lobbed it up the tube a bit, earning a wet smack and a disgruntled "Hey!".
"Still," she said, grinning as she put away her broom. "It was kind of fun."
3. Defend her honor
"Hey," Gaila said. "He made fun of my pool cue."
"Well, most pool cues aren't bright pink." Jim leaned back in his chair and guzzled down another beer. "Did you hit him?"
Gaila shook her head. "If I get another demerit, I'll lose my off-campus privileges for a month."
Jim grunted.
"You still owe me for kicking that Andorrian's ass when he tried to mug you." Gaila narrowed her eyes and hefted her mug.
Jim sighed.
"All right," he said, standing up and cracking his knuckles. "Where is he?"
2. Hush
They both had crappy childhoods, no point in denying it. Occasionally, they had nightmares about it, and when that happened when they were spending the night, they'd wake up alone, nothing personal. Sex was sex was sex, no strings attached.
The past was the past, and it had left her enough problems of her own to get over without borrowing anyone else's. Gaila might have been a slave then, but now she was a Starfleet cadet with nothing but brightness in her future.
"My stepdad hated us," Jim said one time when they were sitting at Gaila's desk and he'd had too much to drink. He shut his mouth, but Gaila knew there was more coming.
"I'm sorry," she said. "But I don't want to know."
Kirk froze for half a second before he nodded and poured himself another drink.
1. Smile
"Waiting for Dr. McCoy?" She asks when she notices him sitting on the floor in front of Medlab 2C.
Kirk nods and doesn't speak. His hands are shaking in his lap.
"Is something wrong?" Gaila asks, stepping closer, because he looks like shit, and it would just be cruel to leave him like this.
"I took the Kobayashi Maru today," Jim says in a very quiet voice. He looks down at his hands.
"Oh." And, really, that explains it, because Gaila doesn't think Jim Kirk's ever failed at anything he's set his mind to do, and falling hard can be a bitch, Gaila knows.
"Hey," she says, and sits down next to him and bumps his shoulder with hers and puts her finger underneath his chin and draws it up, and she doesn't say something like "Everybody fails," or "You can't win every one," or even "So, maybe now you see that some situations just suck and you have to make the best of them, hmm?"
"You'll be all right," she says, and means it. "You're Jim Kirk."
Jim breathes and coughs out something that might be a strangled sort of sob and lets his head thump back against the wall, but he smiles a little anyway.
0. Dress Up For Something Other Than a Date
There's no coffin, no congregation, just a small bit of space on a very long table in a room full of tables with a single rod of incense burning in a vase and pictures of Gaila scattered around it.
Jim traces his fingers over a picture of her and Uhura fencing with pool cues at Randy's bar and smothers a laugh. She'd probably find the whole thing morbid - would insist on people celebrating her life with a pint instead of weeping over incense and pictures - and then she'd spend the rest of the afternoon going to every single stick of incense and memorizing the cadet's name.
Jim straightens after a moment and clasps his hands behind his back and slowly walks two paces over to the next vase. His throat hurts, and his eyes sting a little.