RP LOG: Jim Kirk; Nyota Uhura [CLOSED/INCOMPLETE]
WHO: Jim Kirk; Nyota Uhura [CLOSED/INCOMPLETE] unless otherwise indicated.
WHAT: Uhura has some unresolved anger to work out, and Kirk just happens to be a nearby target.
WHEN: Shortly after the dinner with Spock and Uhura
WARNINGS: Here thar be porn. Probably.
Uhura was beyond upset. Shaken, and slightly crushed, and completely pissed. She just couldn't comprehend what it was that was happening, and all she knew was that she had to go. She just...she had to get out. She left Spock's room, waving off whatever it was he was saying to her, and slumped against the wall, staring blankly ahead. When it finally sank in a few moments later, she straightened, whirling to face the door. Stupid arrogant bastard. She stomped down the hall, then stopped in front of another door. Fighting with Spock would do nothing, but fighting with Kirk? That would get results. Raising her fist, she pounded on his door as loud as she could.
Kirk was currently brushing his teeth. It was a brief moment that he had free, when he wasn't working the conn or bothering whomever was -- Just in time for sleep, now that he was realizing the sheer boredom of endless, vast, empty space. Space seemed to only be interesting when there were things to do -- not being parked at a star base, for one. At the sound of someone knocking at the door loudly, the captain muttered to the computer to open the door through his toothbrush, scowling at the idea of losing his sleep yet again. It seemed an emergency though -- no one would slam their hand to his door like that rather than ask the computer for access unless it was a serious distress. "Computer, the door." He shrugged on a t-shirt, somewhat confused as Uhura lie in wait on the other side. "...Yes?"
Seeing Kirk standing there, just looking completely NORMAL, completely INNOCENT, just made Nyota more frustrated. She knew she shouldn't have been upset with him, logically, but she wasn't really inclined to logical thinking at this moment in time. Instead she scowled and jabbed one finger at his chest. "You," she informed him, pushing him backwards and stepping into the room--something that was probably insubordination, poking the captain, but she didn't CARE--"are an arrogant, self-centered jerk. You think that because you're male you can just sleep with whatever you want and get away with it, no harm no foul? Well you can't." She jabbed him again for emphasis. "It's not always just fuck and leave, Kirk, and the fact that you think it is is just disgusting."
And all of a sudden, there was anger, frustration and everything else slammed behind that one finger, Kirk backing into the room with surprise as she advanced on him. If there was anyone familiar with this sort of speech it was him -- and he knew well enough than to defend his gender-stereotypes, knowing full well that anything regarding the difference between men and women would just cause him far more bodily harm than just a well-manicured finger at his chest. This was rather strange though, because as far as Kirk knew, he had never slept with Nyota Uhura. Except for possibly in his dreams, but he was fairly certain that never happened. And he certainly hadn't been getting a lot of action from anyone else, unless Sulu counted. Wait. Did Sulu count? Sulu and Uhura were friends and -- .... "Listen, I can explain..."
"I don't want your explanations, you jackass," she scoffed, knowing that she was completely confusing him but unable to stop the anger. He was the only person she could just be angry with right now, and while it wasn't a good idea....she couldn't help it. "You think that's really going to help? You think that explaining that you thought that it was okay, that you thought that everyone understood the rules is going to fix anything?" This time, she shoved him backwards, pressing her palms against his chest and just shoving. "That never helps anything, and it doesn't matter how innocent it started out, Jim, because someone always gets bigger ideas, or doesn't get it, or fucking something that makes it just that much more complicated. And if that person is already in a relationship and you just convince them to do it anyways, that makes you even more of a fucking jerk."
Talk. Talk talk talk. Uhura was LIVID. Kirk had never seen her like this, not even on her worst of days -- usually she slapped him by now, or at least marched off, her perfect ass flouncing away fiercely. This was kind of frightening actually, and as Kirk tried not to interrupt, tried to just sit there and take it, she didn't stop. She just went on and on about his ways, on and on about how he fucked everything on the ship and relationships and it just. didn't. make. sense. Finally, Kirk shut her up the only way he figured would work -- he grabbed her by the shoulders, crushing those palms flat against his chest, finding his center of gravity and using her force against her, quick to cut her off mid-sentence with his mouth on hers, all heat, all fire and passion and everything that just seemed to emanate from his now communications officer. Because...dammit, he had wanted to do that ever since that night in the bar, and she was right there and it made her stop shouting at him.
When Kirk grabbed her, she began to swear at him again, anything to just make him let go but then he was right there and he was pressing himself against her and then his mouth was on hers, and oh, God, Gaila hadn't been kidding about how he kissed. But just because he was currently turning her legs completely weak didn't mean she wasn't still pissed. She clenched her fists in his shirt and pushed again, slamming them back against a wall, giving her the advantage. "This? This is exactly what I mean," she practically growled at him before yanking him back down to her and pressing their mouths together again, sinking her teeth in his lower lip, keeping him pressed against the wall.
Being pushed against a wall he could handle. He never even made a sound, just crashed their mouths together -- it wasn't nearly as sexy as it should have been, teeth clicking as she slammed him back, a groan leaking past Kirk's throat as those teeth scraped along his lip. He almost wasn't sure if he'd be allowed to touch...if this was just one of those fantasies in his head that liked to show up every so often, but he was fairly certain the pain was real, when the taste of copper flooded his mouth as she broke the skin. He didn't even choose to revel in the fact that something was happening. Nothing like, 'i knew you'd see it my way', no random wondering about Spock and where the hell he was and if his first officer knew that Lieutenant Uhura was currently kissing him hard, and Kirk wasn't about to resist.
WHAT: Uhura has some unresolved anger to work out, and Kirk just happens to be a nearby target.
WHEN: Shortly after the dinner with Spock and Uhura
WARNINGS: Here thar be porn. Probably.
Uhura was beyond upset. Shaken, and slightly crushed, and completely pissed. She just couldn't comprehend what it was that was happening, and all she knew was that she had to go. She just...she had to get out. She left Spock's room, waving off whatever it was he was saying to her, and slumped against the wall, staring blankly ahead. When it finally sank in a few moments later, she straightened, whirling to face the door. Stupid arrogant bastard. She stomped down the hall, then stopped in front of another door. Fighting with Spock would do nothing, but fighting with Kirk? That would get results. Raising her fist, she pounded on his door as loud as she could.
Kirk was currently brushing his teeth. It was a brief moment that he had free, when he wasn't working the conn or bothering whomever was -- Just in time for sleep, now that he was realizing the sheer boredom of endless, vast, empty space. Space seemed to only be interesting when there were things to do -- not being parked at a star base, for one. At the sound of someone knocking at the door loudly, the captain muttered to the computer to open the door through his toothbrush, scowling at the idea of losing his sleep yet again. It seemed an emergency though -- no one would slam their hand to his door like that rather than ask the computer for access unless it was a serious distress. "Computer, the door." He shrugged on a t-shirt, somewhat confused as Uhura lie in wait on the other side. "...Yes?"
Seeing Kirk standing there, just looking completely NORMAL, completely INNOCENT, just made Nyota more frustrated. She knew she shouldn't have been upset with him, logically, but she wasn't really inclined to logical thinking at this moment in time. Instead she scowled and jabbed one finger at his chest. "You," she informed him, pushing him backwards and stepping into the room--something that was probably insubordination, poking the captain, but she didn't CARE--"are an arrogant, self-centered jerk. You think that because you're male you can just sleep with whatever you want and get away with it, no harm no foul? Well you can't." She jabbed him again for emphasis. "It's not always just fuck and leave, Kirk, and the fact that you think it is is just disgusting."
And all of a sudden, there was anger, frustration and everything else slammed behind that one finger, Kirk backing into the room with surprise as she advanced on him. If there was anyone familiar with this sort of speech it was him -- and he knew well enough than to defend his gender-stereotypes, knowing full well that anything regarding the difference between men and women would just cause him far more bodily harm than just a well-manicured finger at his chest. This was rather strange though, because as far as Kirk knew, he had never slept with Nyota Uhura. Except for possibly in his dreams, but he was fairly certain that never happened. And he certainly hadn't been getting a lot of action from anyone else, unless Sulu counted. Wait. Did Sulu count? Sulu and Uhura were friends and -- .... "Listen, I can explain..."
"I don't want your explanations, you jackass," she scoffed, knowing that she was completely confusing him but unable to stop the anger. He was the only person she could just be angry with right now, and while it wasn't a good idea....she couldn't help it. "You think that's really going to help? You think that explaining that you thought that it was okay, that you thought that everyone understood the rules is going to fix anything?" This time, she shoved him backwards, pressing her palms against his chest and just shoving. "That never helps anything, and it doesn't matter how innocent it started out, Jim, because someone always gets bigger ideas, or doesn't get it, or fucking something that makes it just that much more complicated. And if that person is already in a relationship and you just convince them to do it anyways, that makes you even more of a fucking jerk."
Talk. Talk talk talk. Uhura was LIVID. Kirk had never seen her like this, not even on her worst of days -- usually she slapped him by now, or at least marched off, her perfect ass flouncing away fiercely. This was kind of frightening actually, and as Kirk tried not to interrupt, tried to just sit there and take it, she didn't stop. She just went on and on about his ways, on and on about how he fucked everything on the ship and relationships and it just. didn't. make. sense. Finally, Kirk shut her up the only way he figured would work -- he grabbed her by the shoulders, crushing those palms flat against his chest, finding his center of gravity and using her force against her, quick to cut her off mid-sentence with his mouth on hers, all heat, all fire and passion and everything that just seemed to emanate from his now communications officer. Because...dammit, he had wanted to do that ever since that night in the bar, and she was right there and it made her stop shouting at him.
When Kirk grabbed her, she began to swear at him again, anything to just make him let go but then he was right there and he was pressing himself against her and then his mouth was on hers, and oh, God, Gaila hadn't been kidding about how he kissed. But just because he was currently turning her legs completely weak didn't mean she wasn't still pissed. She clenched her fists in his shirt and pushed again, slamming them back against a wall, giving her the advantage. "This? This is exactly what I mean," she practically growled at him before yanking him back down to her and pressing their mouths together again, sinking her teeth in his lower lip, keeping him pressed against the wall.
Being pushed against a wall he could handle. He never even made a sound, just crashed their mouths together -- it wasn't nearly as sexy as it should have been, teeth clicking as she slammed him back, a groan leaking past Kirk's throat as those teeth scraped along his lip. He almost wasn't sure if he'd be allowed to touch...if this was just one of those fantasies in his head that liked to show up every so often, but he was fairly certain the pain was real, when the taste of copper flooded his mouth as she broke the skin. He didn't even choose to revel in the fact that something was happening. Nothing like, 'i knew you'd see it my way', no random wondering about Spock and where the hell he was and if his first officer knew that Lieutenant Uhura was currently kissing him hard, and Kirk wasn't about to resist.