[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]

She does exactly what he expects her to this time, at least. With the same cool professionalism she always displays, she examines the controls while he barks orders at the computer. None of them move them as much as one single inch towards either deck. He's not the biggest fan of cramped spaces, but he's long since learned to deal with them. The trick is to just not think about where you are. It's not the drop that bothers him. It's being trapped. At least the light is still on, he thinks morosely and gets out his comm.

And okay, he's going to owe Scotty a drink or two for snapping at him, but he does not need to be stuck in a lift with Uhura right now. Not when she's close enough to make his fingers twitch with the urge to push her up against the nearest wall and bury himself inside her until all he knows is her voice and her scent. He puts both that image and the thought of just how small these lifts are out of his head and focuses on Scotty's voice. He soon wishes he hadn't

[owns_the_chair]

His amusement turns into avid listening as she speaks, and he doesn't need to pick up on the slight strain in her voice to know how uncomfortable talking about this is making her. He didn't tell her that story to get one in return, more to keep her calm and make her more comfortable with their situation. The fact that she chooses to open up to him like this is something he appreciates the implications of. It's a responsibility he feels keenly, and he's not about to let her down

[nyota_uhura24]

He listens as she speaks, with the attentiveness and understanding she's coming to expect from him. She can always count on him to listen to her every word as if there is nothing more important in all the universe. Of course he notices her growing panic, and he's back to soothing her and holding her in the present with his brilliant blue eyes and his gentle voice. She follows his instructions without question, taking deep breaths and trying to hold on to him so she won't be swept away by memories. When he calls her honey a wave of warmth drive the fear further back

[owns_the_chair]

Suddenly, he's glad he never thought to look up the meaning of kamili, because hearing it from her lips is just that. Perfect. Images of just how and when she used the word flood his mind. Brilliantly clear memories of how she whispered the word to him, how she wrote it out, over and over again, with feathery brushes of her fingers on his chest, but it all feels like a strange dream. It isn't real, it can't be, because he's not meant to have this, isn't built for these things. He is the rock others shatter upon, standing silent and grim as life hurls itself furiously at him like waves onto the crag, the roaring of the surf in a storm his battle cry. He is the storm itself, sweeping through lives with magnificent and terrible power, tearing down barriers as he sees fit, and leaving only a watery memory behind, taking nothing for himself as he goes

[nyota_uhura24]

It should strike her as odd that he can be the rock she clings to in moments of despair, but how can she think of him any other way when he's holding her in his arms and keeping her demons at bay? Her strength has always come first and foremost from the family she cherishes above everything, but right now it makes perfect sense to think of him as part of that family. Their interactions have always been turbulent, but when her own private storm hits, when she needs him most, he's completely steady. When she loses control of her breathing, he lends her the rhythm of his heart so that they can breathe together. It feels more intimate than anything they've done before. She knows she's placing a heavy weight on his shoulders by making him her strength, so she doesn't protest when she can no longer see his eyes. Instead she buries her face in his neck and just holds on to him.

She isn't used to replying on people like this, is far more used to others relying on her. Hold on to me, she wants to tell him, even if it makes no sense to

[owns_the_chair]

His hand moves up to remove the clip from her hair, and he leans back to look at her as he cards the fingers of his free hand through it, letting it fall around her shoulders. He's not exactly sure why he does it, maybe it was her mention of beauty, maybe it was just because he knows he's the only one who gets to see her with her hair down like this. Untamed and wild, like the part of her he's caught glimpses of when she lets go and forgets everything but his name.

"What we inherit isn't worth shit," he mutters, his eyes following the path of his fingers in her hair. "Beauty, true beauty, is in freedom. In creating our own destinies. No one can ever decide anything for you, can't ever force you to be something or someone you're not. That's what matters. What makes you able to trudge through all the shit life throws at you."

His lips quirk up in a wistful smile and he twirls a lock of her hair around his index finger, chuckling softly under his breath. "Let each man be judged by his deeds. I have paid my price to live with myself on

[nyota_uhura24]

She's a little surprised when he undoes her clip and her hair comes tumbling down around her shoulders. Her eyes find his again and she simply stares for a moment. With her hair down she feels a little more like the woman who doesn't follow any rules but those of her own heart. As he speaks, his fingers twirl her hair, and even though her hard edges are all soft now, she melts a little further at the touches

[owns_the_chair]

It's odd to just talk with her like this. To have a conversation that isn't professional, that isn't filled with thinly veiled barbs and sly digs at each other, and one that isn't about getting her into his bed. To have a real conversation with her and just... talk about whatever pops into their heads. And it's nicer than he thought it would be. He's always known she's intelligent, but this adds a new layer to his understanding of her

[nyota_uhura24]

She will consider this moment later with amazement, both because of how relaxed the conversation is and because her fears are forgotten. Her focus is all on him, on his thoughts about freedom and his brilliant blue eyes. He's unlocked the part of her that is warm and enthusiastic and talks about her love for family and freedom and language. And seeing him like this, open and relaxed and not at all trying to hide his intelligence and thoughtfulness behind bravado, is exhilarating

[owns_the_chair]

"Well... Just the usual, really. Standard, French, German, Swedish, Spanish, Klingon, a bit of Russian, some Vulcan, some Orion, Andorian, Tellarite, Denobulan..." He pauses to think, doing a mental inventory of the languages he knows. "Those are the one I can hold conversations in. Now if you're talking about the languages I can seduce people in..." he trails off meaningfully and leans in to whisper in her ear, his voice dropping into a huskier register. "Zaidi, Nyota

[nyota_uhura24]

She's trying not to be impressed that he speaks so many languages - and then he lists Andorian, and she can't help raising an eyebrow. "Very impressive," she replies, and means it, though there's a definite note of teasing in her voice. And then he leans in to whisper in her ear, and she can't help shuddering ever so slightly at the Swahili word for more, which he's sure to feel given their proximity. One of her hands is still on his chest, but the other trails down his cheek. Even though she wasn't exactly planning to tell him this, she suddenly wants him to know, and so she leans towards him and breathes the words against his ear in Andorian: "The three sexiest alien languages I know are Deltan, Ancient Vulcan... and Andorian"

Her lips brush against his jaw as she pulls back to look at him, eyes glowing a little at his words. "And I'm glad I got to meet Jim. I like Jim." The last sentence is murmured in Andorian, and she looks up at him through her lashes, letting the words be a tease even though she's quite serious. It

[owns_the_chair]

He chuckles wryly, at her teasing compliment and yeah, maybe he should have just given her some glib remark about being fluent in body language, but that wouldn't be right somehow. Not with what's going on right now. Even if it's confusing to be like this with her. To be so... Close. Intimate, even.

The shudder that runs through her reverberates through his body, intensifying when she whispers in his ear. A series of devious plans start forming in his head, most of them about driving her crazy and seeing if he can lure out a little of Nyota, just for him to see, when they're on the bridge.

His smile turns mischievous and he turns his head to nibble on her thumb, his eyes taking on a slightly darker, more intense tone as he looks at her and replies in Andorian. "Jim wants to know when he can see Nyota again. He says she's always leaving his bed too soon, and he wants to amend that.It's going out where the ice might be too thin to carry him, but right now, it just... It feels right. With her, it feels right to do this. In this moment

[nyota_uhura24]

If Nyota knew that he was contemplating trying to distract her on the bridge, her lips probably wouldn't be curved into a slightly teasing but still warm smile. Despite the location, this moment feels so relaxed. She's never felt so close to him, and she can't help marveling a little that it's so comfortable talking to him like this.

And the way he's nibbling her thumb and looking at her with those slightly darkened eyes as he murmurs words in Andorian sends shivers down her spine. Suddenly she's a lot more conscious of how physically close they are, of his body pressed against hers.

The words, however, set off whispered concerns in her head. Letting herself get further involved with him seems like a very good way to end up heartbroken, even if the idea of sleeping beside him sounds wonderful - and not just because she hates sleeping alone. Part of her protests, but she can't say no when he's looking at her like that. She doesn't want to. Besides, she's not going to let fear get in the way of something she wants. So, as

[owns_the_chair]

His lips tug up in a boyish smile at her words, and he mutters back in the same language, "Is she busy tonight? He could take her straight to his quarters... And spend hours making sure every little part of her that's tensed up with fear is nice and relaxed. Captain Kirk and Lieutenant Uhura aren't invited. But Jim has been told he gives a pretty good massage, and he has a real water shower that they could use in the morning."

Closing his lips around the tip of her thumb, he traces lazy circles on her skin with the tip of his tongue, keeping his eyes locked with hers. And suddenly, this isn't so much about just comforting her, and the atmosphere in the small space thickens with palpable desire. He kisses his way down her finger to nip lightly on the skin between her thumb and forefinger, still muttering quietly. "First, he'd give her a nice, long massage, and then, when she's practically boneless, he'd finish the job with a round of slow, sensual sex. He'd fall asleep with her in his arms, and when they wake up in the morning, he'd

[nyota_uhura24]

Is she busy tonight? The words surprise her slightly. Somehow she had thought that the moment would break as soon as they got out of the lift. Her surprise is almost instantly forgotten, however, as he describes exactly what he would do to her. Suddenly she's not sure she should have told him which languages she finds sexy, because hearing him describe all that in perfectly enunciated Andorian makes her tremble with desire. The language is beautiful and fluid, reminiscent of the music it was originally based on. Vivid images mix with memories in her head, and the words he's whispering to her now have nothing to do with making sure she doesn't drift away with her fears. She can scarcely believe that she's getting turned on in a turbolift, but she has no need to glance around the small space. She knows the walls aren't closing in around them

[owns_the_chair]

He groans against her fingers, not bothering to hide his reaction to her words. Vivid images of them doing just that, of him moving slowly with her, maybe with her on her side and him behind her, holding her leg over his as he rolls his hips as slowly as he can, his hand dancing over her chest and maybe down between her legs and oh, she's definitely going to be able to feel that the way she's pressed against him.And then she repeats her promise and he shivers a little in anticipation, the warmth of her mouth going straight to his groin like a lightning bolt. His eyes darken further and he moves the hand that isn't so close to the blissful warmth of her mouth down her side to slide up under her skirt and tease at her inner thighs. "Jim says that's a very Uhura thing to say," he mumbles out in Standard and presses up against her again, creating just a little bit of friction