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[SOL! Verse - Just a Dance]

Oct 18, 2010 00:19

It was Jim's third weekend as the diner's regular musician. There hadn't been any real trouble since that first night, though Nyota's father had insisted that if anyone harassed Jim again that she come get him immediately. Nyota just hoped it never became an issue. She and her father were both thrilled to have a musician whose music really meant ( Read more... )

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nyota_uhura24 October 19 2010, 09:26:00 UTC

She was acutely aware of his hand on her hip, of the way the angle of his fingers against her changed slightly as she moved with the music. He heart was still racing and it was a little difficult to breathe, but she didn't want to stop, not when he was staring into her eyes and they were moving so perfectly with the music. It felt as if she was made to move like this with him, and she knew right then and there that she had to really learn to dance, no matter what. The rumba made her feel differently than the waltz, made something spark inside her as he guided her around the empty diner. She was definitely looking at him a little curiously, and something like wonder crept into her expression as well, because he brought into her life the dances she'd dreamed of.

She knew she was still blushing, but it didn't matter much when he was smiling at her so gently. She flashed him a grin when he said he'd only call her Miss Gorgeous when they were alone, and shook her head, amused. It was a ridiculous way to address her, but Jim was a ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 23 2010, 09:08:38 UTC

She couldn't keep the fond smile off her face when he said he might have to build her a ballroom. It was a joke, of course, but Jim struck her as the the kind of person who really would build what he wanted if it didn't already exist in the world. It might take a while for him to fulfill this promise, but she had no doubt that somehow, someday, he would make it happen.

Her eyes widened at his outburst, then narrowed when he started laughing. The tension building in her chest eased when he made it clear that he was joking, and although she'd suspected as much it still made her a little nervous to talk about such things, especially with someone outside of her family. “It isn't funny,” she insisted, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice. “But it is ridiculous to think that intelligence has anything to do with gender.” Her expression softened a little as she looked at him. It was refreshing to voice aloud ideas that were so clear and simple in her mind. Hearing that it was as obvious to him as it was to her soothed ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 24 2010, 17:15:10 UTC

"That's alright, I don't always know what to make of myself either," he grinned and shrugged, something undefinable stirring in his chest when she said she was glad she'd met him. It was probably just because he was teaching her something she'd always wanted to learn, so it was probably just appreciation for the fact he could make someone's dream come true. It didn't really feel like appreciation, though ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 24 2010, 21:08:55 UTC

She laughed softly when he said he didn't know what to make of himself either. He really wasn't like anyone she'd ever met before, and even though they hadn't known each other long, she'd already voiced thoughts to him that she wasn't used to saying aloud. She already felt she could trust him, and every promise he made she expected him to keep.

The soft admission made her heart flutter slightly, and she couldn't keep the wide smile off her face that he felt as she did. She looked forward most to the days when he would be at the diner, and now she'd be able to see him on other days as well, to talk with him, to dance with him. He makes life a little more bearable, she thought, and then instantly felt guilty. Working in the diner wasn't so bad, and she got to spend every day with her family. Her father did the best he could, and she loved the diner, but the idea that her life would never be bigger than that broke her heart a little. And Jim... He made her want to not only speak her dreams aloud but chase after them with ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 24 2010, 21:47:37 UTC

The sound of the door startled Jim as much as it did her, and the apology in her eyes when she jerked her hand away was unnecessary. He knew how it would look no matter what they said, and it was really much better no one saw them holding hands, innocent as it was ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 24 2010, 22:43:28 UTC

Nyota glanced over her shoulder as Jim addressed her brother. Kamau simply glared in response, expression growing even angrier as Jim smirked and assessed his condition. He seemed on the verge of refusing help for a moment, but when he spoke said only, “Know something about treating broken noses, Kirk? It is Kirk, right?”

It felt as if the tension could be cut with a knife, and though Nyota was angry and worried about her brother's injuries, she could easily sense the growing animosity between Kamau and Jim. It didn't surprise her, but it still made her sad. “You should be grateful he's going to help you,” she called over her shoulder as she collected the materials Jim had asked her to. She found some whiskey to help dull the pain, and walked over to where the two men were standing. “Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?” she asked, examining his face with open concern.

Kamau looked slightly exasperated. “It isn't a big deal. And father doesn't hear about this.”

“It is a big deal, and I don't think there's ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 24 2010, 23:09:31 UTC

"Yup. Jim Kirk, musician and nose-setter extraordinaire," Jim smiled and chilled the spoons on the ice Uhura brought over. "I'm multi-talented," he winked cheekily and for all intents and purposes, seemed completely oblivious to the tension in the room. It was obvious that brother and sister didn't always get along, and it was even more obvious Kamau had taken an instant dislike to him ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 25 2010, 00:08:03 UTC

The overly cheerful way Jim spoke to Kamau was undoubtedly making him even angrier, and Nyota almost told them both to shut up, but she wasn't sure they would listen, and she couldn't help feeling that Kamau deserved the condescension in Jim's voice. "You picked an interesting part of town to be a musician in,” Kamau said, and Nyota had to resist the urge to cringe. His words were an affront to everything Uhura's stood for, a slap in the face to everything she believed in.

“Stop it,” she said, switching back to Swahili. “There's no reason for you to talk like this.”

“There's no reason for you to defend him,” he brother countered, raising an eyebrow when Jim confirmed that he was fine. “See? Nothing to worry about, Nyota.” His lips curled in an expression that was more sneer than smile ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 25 2010, 20:58:57 UTC

Jim let the two siblings bicker, it was really none of his business anyway, even if the way Kamau spoke to her was irritating him. But he kept the sunny smile on his face as he went about pouring some of the whiskey on a cloth and dabbing Kamau's abraded knuckles with it, idly checking if he could feel any fractures. It made the man wince and hiss, but Jim paid him no heed and hummed a cheery little tune as he worked.

Nyota... It was the first time he'd heard her first name mentioned and it echoed in his mind. It fit her somehow, beautiful and probably trickled off the tongue like molasses, heady, rich and sweet. He barely resisted the temptation to speak it aloud, but filed it away in his mind. She turned to look at him, and his eyes softened for her - only for her right now. "Don't mention it," he whispered with a small wink ( ... )

nyota_uhura24 October 26 2010, 23:01:58 UTC

She hated it when she and Kamau argued like this, hated even more that Jim had to see it. It was hard to believe that he was still smiling and whistling cheerily, but even though it was clearly making Kamau furious it was harder for her brother to respond to than open antagonism. She kept holding ice against Kamau's eye as Jim checked his hand. The way Jim's eyes softened when she looked at him made something warm blossom in her chest, and she flashed him a small smile, grateful he was taking all this in stride and helping her brother despite his hostile attitude ( ... )

owns_the_chair October 26 2010, 23:57:57 UTC

Jim met Kamau's glare dead on, his smile never faltering even as he held the other man's gaze. Blue eyes grew colder and harder, and unspoken warning in them as they met brown ones that were so different than those Jim had lost himself in not half an hour earlier. The air thickened as neither man was willing to look away ( ... )

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