[Insatiable Verse - Trapped]

[nyota_uhura24]

[ooc note to tbg folk: Please ignore, this is a separate verse! In case you're wondering, this is the verse in which Uhura and Kirk have lots of sex and pretend that's all it is. Until things get awkward

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[owns_the_chair]

He gets all the answer he needs with her kiss, and he can help grinning a little against her lips. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist the challenge he posed with that question, she's too much like him in that respect. Her hips increase the pace, and their coupling becomes a race against time. Adrenaline shoots through him, the primitive thrill of the chase taking hold, and this? This is why he used to love his old bike, used to love zipping across the dirt roads of Riverside at top speed, the wind whipping about his face and all that power being unleashed under his firm grip.

In a burst of strength, he flips them over, wrapping her legs around him and drives into her relentlessly. His hands grip her hips to the point where he subconsciously knows she'll have bruises, but that thought is lost in the frantic pace he sets. Sweat is beginning to bead on his brow, and his eyes are locked on hers, conveying every bit of intensity he feels, every bit of steely determination to get them both there as fast and efficiently as he can. "Touch yourself for me, babe," he pants out, hefting her hips up into a better angle, groaning freely when it sends him as far into her as he can go. "Fuck, you feel so good, Nyota... Gonna make you come so hard around me, you'll see every fucking star in the universe. Gonna get so lost in you, I'll feel you clenching around me for days."

There's no holding back now, no holding onto ideas of propriety and dignity, and at the first sign of her orgasm, he lets himself go, lets himself empty into her, become one with her, and it feels like a part of his soul gets torn away and embedded so deep inside her, he knows he'll never get it back. His random babbling ends with a hoarse cry as he comes from his fucking toes on up and the universe explodes with almost painful pleasure behind his eyes and in every nerve of his body. And maybe ten minutes was a little too optimistic, because he's sure he'll need at least five before he regains the use of his legs, or any other muscle in his body.

[nyota_uhura24]

Nyota can feel the urgency of the ticking clock, but as soon as she starts to move against him again, she's forgotten all about Scotty's interruption. There's only this, only the need to reach completion as fast as they possibly can. Only Jim. Only Nyota. She gasps as he flips them over, the display of strength sending lust spiraling through every inch of her. His hands sink into her hips, and she knows he's leaving a mark, writing the story of this moment into her skin. His pace is frantic, and it feels as if this moment is being seared permanently into her eyes. His impossibly blue gaze is full of intensity that reminds her of the way he looks on the bridge during moments of crisis, yet his command is irrelevant here. Here he is Jim, and for the first time she feels like she's seeing and feeling all of him. It seems she could be swept away by that intensity.

But Nyota only knows one way to react to fire: by meeting it with her own. Everything that is raw and passionate and primal in her awakens, and the Enterprise's communications officer vanishes as she becomes the woman of fire. Memories flash through her head, of facing an automated lion with nothing but a spear, of jumping out of an airplane over the African jungle, of climbing steep rock faces to cry out her passion to the skies, and of running, the world rushing by and the Earth hard and real beneath her feet and the sky open and wide above her, blanketed with more stars than she could ever count.

And then all the images blend together and there's only them and everything in them that is passionate and beautiful and alive. She moves against him with everything she has, moaning as he lifts her hips so that he can reach all the way to her core. She's sure no one has ever been this deeply inside her, has ever seen or touched her the way he does. Her hand slides between her legs at his command to press again her clit. All the fire she's known burns so brightly inside him is visible on his face, everything that is strong and good in him. Her words are beyond her control, and she only holds on to the Andorian because right now it is their language. “Yes, Jim. No one's ever been this far inside me. I feel you. Show me your power. Your fire. Let me feel all of you. Let me see you." That's exactly what he does, and as everything spirals out of control she loses everything but the blue of his eyes. "Come for me, Jim.” She clenches around him, body arching up to meet him and eyes still locked on his as she screams out her climax. There isn't even a word there, and the world goes white as every star in the universe fills her vision.

[owns_the_chair]

He's dimly aware of the way he goes boneless and just barely catches himself on his elbows to keep from collapsing on her. There's a loud buzz, not just in his ears, but his whole body, and he pants against the crook of her neck as her words echo in his mind. An almost possessive pride wells up in him at the thought of being deeper in and more joined with her than any man has before. The knowledge that there's a part of her that's just his and his alone now appeals to his most primitive instincts and there's just one thought going through his head as he presses a tender kiss to her temple. Mine.

They're still on the clock, though, and it's a problem that he's lost his sense of time somewhere in the chase towards blinding pleasure. His lungs are still working hard to absorb enough oxygen to get his brain and muscle functions back online, but he manages to push himself up on slightly unsteady arms, and give her an affectionate, if somewhat bleary smile, and he'll deny that the sound he makes is a giggle to his dying day. "I don't think I can walk all the way to my quarters. You've broken me."

Yet, despite his words, and with great regret, he makes an effort and eases off her to lie on the floor for a moment before completing the tremendous task of pulling his pants back up and tucking himself back in them.

With an exhausted groan, he wills his legs to carry him as he stands and hold out a hand to her, a fond smile dominating his expression as he helps straighten her uniform. "You look absolutely wrecked, Nyota. Wrecked and undeniably beautiful."

[nyota_uhura24]

For a long moment there's nothing but the aftershocks of her climax, but when her eyes are able to focus again she sees him smiling down at her, looking dazed and happy. She probably has a similarly blissed out expression on her face, her whole body relaxed and her mind a pleasantly blank haze. A part of the intensity of a few moments ago is echoing through her consciousness, but mostly she just feels warm and happy and achy in the best possible way. They could just melt into the floor and sleep, but she knows that the clock is ticking, even if she has no idea how much time has passed.

And did Jim just... giggle? She laughs, the sound light and joyful, because they're lying on the floor of a turbolift and she feels completely happy. “I'm not sure I want to fix you,” she replies, stroking a hand through his hair and turning her head to press a kiss to the inside of his elbow. “But eventually those lift doors are going to open, and I don't really think any of the crew need to see us like this. On that note, I do hope the security footage from this turbolift is going to mysteriously disappear.”

She almost frowns when he pushes himself off her, but she just lies on the floor for a moment, catching her breath before she forces herself to sit up and pull on her panties, which were still tangled around one ankle. He holds out a hand to her, and she doesn't hesitate to take it and let him pull her to her feet. Steadying herself with a hand on his arm, she smooths the wrinkles out of her uniform and smiles at his next words. She feels wrecked... and beautiful. “There's no way I don't look like I just had sex in a turbolift... which I still can't quite believe you convinced me to do,” she responds, voice full of fond teasing as she leans over to pick her hair clip off the floor. Her hair is still hanging loose and wild about her face, and she pulls it back, even though it won't be as neat as usual. There's no fear right now, but she wants to leave before it has the chance to return. “Please tell me we can get out of here now.” As if in answer to her words, the lift jerks slightly and starts to move upwards.

[owns_the_chair]

The lift jerks and starts moving again, and his smile is tinged with a hint of soft regret for the moment that passes out of their reach with the movement. He leans in and tries to tame a few strands of her hair into their usual place in her clip, letting his fingers linger for a second on her brow. "Nyota," he whispers, her name falling from his lips softly, imbuing the word with all the emotions he feels right now; affection, tenderness, joy and maybe just a hint of fierce protectiveness.

But then the lift doors open, and he jerks his hand away, the moment gone as they become Captain Kirk and Lieutenant Uhura once more. Before the doors have opened completely, his back has straightened and shoulders squared, each fiber of him carrying the weight of command and exuding authority.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott, I was beginning to wonder if I should have brought a picnic basket," he nods curtly at his Chief Engineer and leads her out of the lift with a hand on the small of her back. It's the power of illusion, he knows. Maybe they both look flushed and tousled, but if they can keep up appearances until they reach his quarters, and give the impression nothing untoward has happened, it will radically lessen the amount of gossip and speculation their state might spark.

"Just keep walking," he mutters to her under his breath as he removes the hand from her back, meeting the eyes of every crewman they pass with a no-nonsense look in his eyes.

[nyota_uhura24]

She's still trying to smooth her hair, and then she pauses and straightens his shirt a little as his fingers linger on her skin. There's so much emotion in the way he says her name, and it brings a brilliant smile to her lips. “Jim,” she responds, tracing the curve of his cheek with her fingertips. She's not sure anything else needs to be said at the moment.

The turbolift slows as it approaches the deck, and she lets her hand drop and takes a deep breath, face transforming from tender Nyota to professional Uhura. Her stance straightens, and she takes a half step backwards so that they aren't standing quite so close together. It almost hurts to see him return to being Captain Kirk, even though she has a lot of admiration for their leader. She can't help giving him a quick grin as she turns to face the opening doors.

Scotty looks apologetic and a little curious, and she gives him a small nod as they walk off. She's never been embarrassed of her sexual partners, but neither of them needs that sort of gossip. It feels unprofessional, and she doesn't want it to look like she's sleeping her way up the chain of command. There's nothing she can do about the flush on her cheeks or her messy hair, but she walks beside him with long, confident strides, bearing and expression every inch the professional bridge officer. He tells her to just keep walking, and she does so with a curt nod, face serious enough that they might be on official ship's business.

[owns_the_chair]

It's not a long walk back to his quarters, and even as he palms the door open and gestures for her to enter first, he is every bit the professional, confident leader. It's only when the door swishes closed behind them and he leans back against it his facade crumbles and he snorts out a laugh that quickly deteriorates into peals of laughter. "That was probably the most epic walk of shame like... Ever!"

And then he's on her in two long strides, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her through his laughter. He spins her around in the air, and when he puts her down, there's only a moment of seriousness and he whispers in Andorian against her temple. "I don't want to talk now. And I've already forgotten what I promised to forget. Let's be Jim and Nyota, just for tonight, eh?"

He doesn't wait for her answer, just lets go of her and strips off his gold shirt in a symbolic gesture as he moves to his desk. "And now, I have some hacking to do." Cracking his knuckles gleefully, he switches on his console and gives her a wink over the monitor. "This shouldn't take long, but make yourself comfortable. There are drinks in the cabinet if you want, and I think I have some ration bars or something in the top drawer of my dresser if you're hungry."

[nyota_uhura24]

Even though Nyota feels a little concerned about their appearances, it's a huge relief to be out of the lift, and even though the corridors aren't wide she loves being able to walk in a straight line. Finally they reach his quarters, and she lets out a long sigh of relief the moment the door swishes closed. Jim's laughter further eases any remaining tension in her chest, and she just smiles and watches him collapse in a fit of giggles. She loves seeing him like this, open and relaxed, and she shakes her head and laughs along with him.

A moment later he has his arms around her and is kissing her and still laughing and it makes her heart feel light. She's a little surprised when he actually spins her around, as if she were a little girl, and somehow it makes her laugh harder. He promises he's already forgotten her fears, and she looks at him gratefully. "Thank you, hazina," she replies, not caring that she's mixing Swahili and Andorian; she likes calling him hazina. "Nyota would like that very much. She says that Jim promised her a massage." It's miraculous that they can just let go of her fears, that they can be happy and smiling, but she has no desire to question it.

He strips off the mark of his command and walks over to the console, no doubt to hack the security feed. "No one's actually watches those feeds while they're taping, are they?" she wondered as she walked over to the cabinet. She's not hungry, but she is thirsty. As she reaches for a drink, she pulls the clip out of her hair, letting it tumble loose around her shoulders again.

[owns_the_chair]

His fingers zip over the screen, knowing exactly what they're looking for as he taps in a series of commands to get to the vid feed, delete it and get out without leaving a trace he was ever there. It's not nearly as hard as the Maru was, but it's still going to take some fancy footwork to make sure the two hours of feed are replaced with nothing but the first two minutes of their time in the lift, stuck on and endless loop. Whoever sees this will think they both have incredible stamina and were able to stand in the same position for two hours. Not exactly the worst reputation to spread around, he thinks.

"Uh, no... Not usually." He permanently deletes everything but the last twenty minutes of the feed. Those, he copies over to his own personal datacard, under the tightest electronic security he can put on it. He's not quite sure why he does it, but there's a need to have just one small memento of that moment between them. "But I'll check to see if anyone was while I'm in here." A few more commands, and he makes sure to check the duty rosters for that part of security. His hands stop for a moment, and okay, he's going to need to have a long, unpleasant chat with Ensign Carstairs.

He clears his throat and finishes his work before getting up and slowly sauntering over to her. His hand closes over hers, and he lifts her glass to take a sip of her drink, while his other hand slides over her waist to pull her against him. They fit together so well like this, the slope of her neck the perfect height for him to dip his head and kiss, her ass aligning perfectly with his groin, and he can't resist moving his hips in a slow rhythm against hers. "Hazina," he repeats, hoping it's a term of endearment, then elaborates with her name. "Nyota..."

[nyota_uhura24]

She sips her water and pulls out her PADD to check on a few reports her department staff was supposed to complete, nodding in satisfaction when everything appears to be in order. Then she sets it aside, because this no place for Lieutenant Uhura. She's relieved by the knowledge that Jim is such a competent hacker; there's no doubt in her mind that he'll delete and rearrange the security footage until no one can tell that anything is amiss. It briefly crosses her mind that Scotty must be confused, but the best tactic seems to be just pretending that nothing strange happened. Scotty's not the type to ask unnecessary questions, anyway.

She nods when he says he'll check, not sure what to make of the fact that he doesn't say anything about whether or not there was anyone there. Normally she would worry about it, question him to make sure they haven't been found out, but somehow that doesn't feel right at the moment. There's nothing they can do to change it, and she just wants to focus on being with him right now. Even though the memories of him inside her are bright and vivid in her mind, she's already forgetting the turbolift. It's a huge relief that she doesn't have to be alone right now.

He finishes altering the feed and she gives him a little smirk over her shoulder as he walks over to her and takes her hand to bring the glass to his lips. The feel of his hand over hers is perfect, and when he pulls her against him she leans back into the touch, tilting her head slightly to give him better access to her neck. His slow movement against her has her sighing softly, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "Jim, hazina yangu," she whispers back, the possessive particle slipping out unconsciously. Her hand finds his on her waist, fingers sliding into the spaces between his. The other sets down the class and reaches for his chin, tipping his head up so she can find his lips with hers. "Bed," she whispers.

[owns_the_chair]

He hums his agreement against her lips and kisses her languidly, his free hand finding the fastening of her uniform and slowly undoing it. Here, in the privacy of his quarters, there's no race against time, no rush to his movements as he takes his time in undressing her. His runs his hands over her skin as it's revealed to him, and there's no need for words right now. Not when he's conveying his thoughts with his hands, soothing over the bruises he's left on her hips.

Once her uniform drops to the floor, he walks them to the bed, easing her down on it and crouches in front of her to remove her boots with almost reverent care. He kisses her instep, then her ankle and gently massages first one foot, then the other. "It's not often I let loose the way I did in the lift," he states quietly as his hands work their way up her right calf. It's not an apology, a part of him even likes that he's marked her as his, but it's a little too close to something that scares him a little. "I mean, I'm all for being ridden hard and put away wet, but..." he shrugs and kisses the inside of her knee. "It's a little too intense when I let go like that."

[nyota_uhura24]

She sighs softly into the kiss as he slowly undresses her. After the fear and frenzy of the lift, it's sheer bliss to feel his hands slowly running over her skin as he lavishes attention on every part of her. It strikes her that she's completely exhausted, that she's still drawing strength from him, but she decides that just for now it's all right to keep relying on him. Tomorrow she'll be strong again, and maybe... maybe someday he'll rely on her the way she's relied on him.

She lets him walk them to the bed and slowly sinks down onto it, her eyes on him as he removes her boots. The sight of it floods her with warmth. He's always touched her with near reverence, but now there's so much gentleness, so much care. The part of her that insists she can take care of herself rebels quietly, but she silences it, if only for today. As he kisses and massages his way up her legs, she makes small noises of contentment. He brings up the intensity of the lift, and her eyes stray to the bruises on her hips. She certainly doesn't mind the reminder of the way he let go of his control. "I liked seeing you like that," she says quietly. "I liked feeling you like that." Her hand reaches out to cup his face. "Your intensity doesn't scare me, Jim. It excites me." She tilts her head slightly and regards him carefully for a moment. "I don't think either of us would like it to be like that every time we do this, but I'm glad you showed me your fire."

[owns_the_chair]

She speaks, and it feels like acceptance. Like she's seen beyond some of the walls he guards himself with, and she isn't scared or repulsed by what she sees. He dips his head with a low chuckle, his lips trailing be hind his hands up the length of her leg, only to look up at her a moment later through lowered lashes, an almost shy smile gracing his face. "That was only part of it, really..."

Moving back down, he starts giving her other leg the same treatment, again falling silent. He's given her so much of himself today, and he's not sure he won't break if he keeps it up. So he lets himself get lost in the movement of his hands and lips over her skin, lets himself focus on easing the tension out of her body. And makes sure some parts of him are still safely locked away inside him. When he gets to her hips, he kisses each bruise better and continues up her stomach to her lips. He hovers there for a moment, then lies down beside her and pulls her into his arms. "I want to ask you something, but I'm not sure you'll want to answer," he says quietly into her hair. "You said you've wanted me since Iowa. If that's true, then... What about Spock? Did you want me even when you were with him?"

[nyota_uhura24]

She smiles down at him and answers with complete confidence. "If and when you want to show me the rest, I'll be ready," she replies. There are parts of himself that he keeps hidden away, and feels honored to have caught glimpse of them today. She wants to know him as well as she possibly can, but she doesn't want to ask for pieces of him he isn't ready to grant.

He falls silent, and she lets her eyes drift closes as he works over her legs and hips. With a sigh she falls slowly back against the bed, letting herself get lost in his gentle touches. A smile twitches at the corner of her mouth when he kisses the bruises he left on her skin. Finally he reaches her lips, and she gives him a slow, gentle kiss and lets him pull her into his arms. One hand gently strokes his chest, and she frowns slightly when she realizes he's still wearing so much. Her hand slides down his side and finds the hem of his shirt, which she tugs gently in protest. Her mind is focused on the way their bodies touch and meld together when he says he wants to ask her something. Her eyes open all the way as she listens to his question. It doesn't really surprise her or embarrass her, and she takes a moment to consider her answer. "I did," she replies. "Though I tried not to." She pulls away from him a little, trying to catch his eye. "But that shouldn't imply that I didn't care deeply for Spock. I did. I still do, though in a different way."

[owns_the_chair]

Complying with her silent request, he sits up and strips off his shirt and pants before laying back down with her. "Okay," he nods, and tries to reconcile the memory of her with Spock with the reality that she'd wanted him even then. "Why didn't you ever let me know until two weeks ago? What changed?"

He tugs to covers up over them and pulls her into his arms again, settling her to lie half on top of him so his fingers can alternate between toying with her hair and dancing down her spine, gently massaging her muscles as they go. "I'm not resentful about it or anything, I just don't really get it. I mean, I know I was a bit of an ass sometimes at the Academy, but you never expected me to be anything else. You never allowed me to be something else, and that was okay. It made sense back when I was sure you'd rather sleep with a Klingon than go near my bed, but now... It doesn't make sense anymore."

[nyota_uhura24]

She hums softly in approval as he strips off his clothes and returns to her side. He pulls her close again, and she melts a little as his hands gently loosen the knots in her back. She loves it when he plays with her hair, and lets her fingers card through his and then gently stroke his chest and arm. Occasionally she presses gentle kisses to his neck and torso.

He doesn't seem to know what to make of her admission, and she can't exactly blame him. She thinks carefully about her answer, not wanting to say too much. The fact that he doesn't do commitment, and that she usually does nothing but, is a big factor that she definitely doesn't want to bring up, not given his phobia. She wonders idly why it scares him so much to commit to romantic relationships, when commitment in general doesn't seem to be a problem. He's committed to his duties as Captain of the Enterprise, and he's committed to her with his promise to aid her with her fears no matter what.

Putting these thoughts aside, she answers as honestly as she can. "Lots of reasons. I didn't want to want you, because I did think you were a bit of an ass. You certainly gave me reason to think so, but… I suppose I misjudged you." She doesn't like admitting that she's wrong, but right now she's willing to own up to it. Forming quick judgments about people is definitely one of her faults. "Then, of course, there was Spock. And... you've changed, Jim. I refuse to believe you're the same man I met in a bar in Riverside, and my want for you now is different than my want for you then. I decided a while ago that if the opportunity arose I would act on this, but it wasn't until shore leave that the conditions all felt right." She smiles against his skin, a little surprised that she's admitted all this.