[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]

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

[owns_the_chair]

"I don't think there's ever been a time when I didn't," he replies honestly, because for all their bantering, he's never doubted her capabilities. And he does have faith in her, even with this. He wouldn't be here with her if he didn't, wouldn't give her this much of himself

[nyota_uhura24]

The fact that he has faith in her, and that he says it so easily and straightforwardly, brings a warm smile to her face. The smile lasts until he starts talking about his stamina and prowess, at which she pretends to glare, fighting back any embarrassment at being reminded of what she said in the lift. Boldly going where no man has gone before... Really, Jim? She shakes her head, caught between amusement and annoyance.

"Your incredibly sexy Comm officer would like to inform you that reminding her that you're a bit of an ass is not an effective seduction technique. In fact, it's a good way to get yourself punched." There's a definite note of amusement in her voice, and she raises a slightly challenging eyebrow. There's no doubt that the wonderful feel of his hands on her is a big part of the reason for her good mood, and she makes a mental note that if she's ever mad at him she definitely shouldn't let him get his hands on her, because right now... she sort of just wants to melt. Transforming her unimpressed look into a smirk

[owns_the_chair]

"Oh, alright..." Heaving a theatrically put-upon sigh, he pulls her fully on top of him and begins to work his fingers over her back, meticulously and methodically making her tense muscles submit to his hands and loosen.

"Better?" he asks, just a tine hint of concern creeping into his voice. He's not asking about what happened in the lift, he promised he wouldn't, promised he'd forget all about it, but that doesn't mean he isn't still concerned about her. She's been one one hell of an emotional rollercoaster ride today, and he wants to make sure she's okay. Without asking her directly, of course.

"And don't even try to pretend you don't like my ass. I've noticed you looking," he teases, cushioning the serious question with mild joking. It's not avoiding the issue, it's more making sure she feels safe admitting to him if she isn't completely over her fear yet.

idk how this tag got so long..

[nyota_uhura24]

She settles on top of him, folding her hands across his chest and resting her chin on them. She feels so comfortable being close to him. They're slowly moving in the direction of sex, but she's content, just like this. “Mmm,” she murmurs, relaxing a little more against him as he works over her muscles with those marvelous hands. She hadn't realized how tense she was

Quatrotriticale?

[owns_the_chair]

"Nope. It's a pretty damn good ass, if I do say so myself." Deliberately keeping the tone light, his hands inch up her back, feeling her momentarily tense up. He knows what she's thinking about and whispers to her in Andorian. "Shhh, none of that now, babe. You're here with me.Her eyes meet his, and he can see her trepidation at letting him in, at letting him see this part of her that's so fragile and scared, so directly opposed to what she wants to be and usually is. He doesn't blame her for keeping her fears private, doesn't need to dig around until he knows all of them. And while he knows she doesn't want him to see her any differently, he does a little. To him, it makes her more complete. Makes her stronger for living through what made her this way. It makes him hope that maybe, just maybe, she'll understand him a little better now

lol!

[nyota_uhura24]

“I admit to being rather fond of it,” she whispers against his skin, glad that they're still teasing lightly while they're not-quite-talking about what happened. Part of her still just wants to insist that it's over and she's fine; another part of her wants to tell him why she's so afraid. She ends up somewhere in between. He whispers comfortingly to her in Andorian, and her heart clenches a little at the words. “I don't want to be somewhere else,” she replies, not sure what to make of the obvious vulnerability in her voice

[owns_the_chair]

She doesn't ask about the scar, and his esteem of her rises further. Yet, she seems to understand the message he was trying to communicate to her. He wants to tell her so many things, wants to say I'll be here, I'll be your strength, I'll keep you safe and chase your demons away, but he doesn't know how to put all that into words. Doesn't know how to let himself say those things.

It makes him feel slightly guilty that she can place so much trust in him and that he's so incapable of returning it in more that scattered glimpses and covert hints. Still, it's more than he shows most people and that has to count for something. He's never been one to do anything halfheartedly, though, he doesn't know how to. It's always been all or nothing with him

[nyota_uhura24]

There was a time when she was afraid to trust him, but as she gradually shows him the parts of herself that aren't strong and brave, as she shows him the parts of herself that are weak and afraid and strange and hopeful and childish, he proves time and time again that he's more than worthy of her trust. She isn't sure if she wants to say anything else right now, but the fact that she's considering it, the fact that some part of her wants to share memories she's never shared with anyone outside her family, is a marvel to her

[owns_the_chair]

When she bolts off the bed, there's a split second where he almost, almost, acts on the instinct to raise his hand and fight her off. But then she trows her arms around hum, hugs him so tightly he can almost convince himself that her grip on him is the reason every breath sticks in his throat and tries to claw its way up and out. He's frozen in her arms, has to keep himself rigidly still so he won't either fight her off her crumble to the floor. She doesn't have to tell him it's okay not to explain, he wouldn't even if she asked him to. Still, he can somewhat appreciate the sentiment

[nyota_uhura24]

He's frozen in her arms, and she can feel her heart breaking because he's in so much pain and she wants so badly to help. It's frighteningly familiar to see him retreat into himself and hide his pain away. She's seen him do this before, just as she's seen others do this, and as always it hurts to feel so useless. He doesn't quite meet her eyes, and she can't blame him. She's stumbled on a landmine, but she can't stop the words tumbling out of her mouth. She needs him to know that she doesn't think any less of him. She doesn't want to lose him now that they're finally learning to trust each other

[owns_the_chair]

He steps out of the shower and slowly dries off, not pausing to think much about this. His movements are slow and methodical, and he brushes his teeth thoroughly before he puts his towel back on its hook. There's only a brief pause, a seconds hesitation in which he takes a deep breath, before he opens the door

[nyota_uhura24]

When he walks out of the bathroom, his composure is back in place. She's a little sad at the slightly increased distance, but she can't begrudge him his shields now. He meets her eyes but doesn't quite smile. She smiles anyway, the curve of her lips slight but genuine, and lets him pull her into his arms, sighing softly as he buries his face in her hair. He's silent, and she recalls what he told her in the turbolift about fighting back the bad memories with happy ones Nothing can erase his scars, but she can at least give him more ammunition to combat them.

She adjusts her body to mold against his and nuzzles his shoulder a little, settling comfortably in his arms. Of course she won't mention what just happened, and she isn't going to try to offer comfort for something he probably wants to just forget. Instead she's just going to be here and express her affection with gentle caresses and a few softly mumbled words in Andorian. “I missed you.He kisses her temple, and she lightly kisses whatever skin she can reach, hand