We can work it out - [Gym] - [Kirk, Rand]

[behnd_blueyes]

His endurance was returning faster than his strength, but both, at this point, still needed work. Even if McCoy liked him too lean. Kirk wasn't sure what he'd have done, had McCoy not "cleared" him for the gym. But he was glad he hadn't had to find out, partly because he was afraid he might have obeyed. He wasn't ready to think about that, so he

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[janis_shrugged]

Rand was not entirely oblivious. Focused, sure. But she knew better--petite female that she was--than to leave herself an entirely open target. Why Kirk chose this machine, out of all of them, to use... Well, she knew something was brewing between him and the doctor, and McCoy had probably been talking about the ripe, feisty little thing that had come through his door.

Fucking men.

She ignored him, carefully judging how much her knee could take, which wasn't much. But that was all right. It would come back. He wasn't a bad doctor, after all. Just a creepy freak.

[behnd_blueyes]

"So," Kirk said after a few minutes, as if continuing a conversation. "You fucked her yet?"

[janis_shrugged]

Rand looked up, unable to hide her flustered expression for once as thoughts of the captain flickered through her mind.

"What?"

[behnd_blueyes]

She looked like she wanted to hit him. That was good--who was she thinking of? Someone she wanted to fuck, but hadn't yet, unless he'd lost all touch.

"The sexbot," he said, casually pulling down on the bar again and gazing off into the middle distance. "Heard you were bunked with her, figure there must be some benefit to the arrangement."