RP LOG: Jim Kirk; Nyota Uhura [CLOSED/INCOMPLETE]

[jimtiberiuskirk]

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.

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[alientongues]

She wasn't thinking straight, and maybe that was the problem here, Uhura thought, grinning slightly into Kirk's mouth he groaned softly. She paused briefly, licking the taste of blood off her lips before she pressed herself against Kirk again, reveling in the fact that he was kissing her back, not treating her like she was gentle or breakable. It wasn't romantic, to say the least, more like they were attacking each other, each more determined to make the other back down, give up control.

Like that was going to happen.

She unwound her fists from his shirt and trailed her hands down his sides, fingers finally meeting skin under the hem of the shirt. She grabbed the edges and tugged up, forcing him to move with the motion or be tangled in fabric. She wasn't even thinking about how extremely wrong this was, just the fact that he was here and he wasn't backing down, and God, why wasn't he touching her

[jimtiberiuskirk]

It was kind of strange that Kirk had been just thinking this only a few nights before -- the differences between men and women, the way they kissed. Uhura kissed him...not necessarily like a man, but not like most women either. It was so much more primal, so much more forceful, and it turned Kirk on something fierce as he desperately tried to keep up with her. For now his hands were still clamped at her shoulders, knocked to the side when she yanked his shirt up, pulling his arms above his head as his bare skin was exposed to the air. Okay. He could deal with that

[alientongues]

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Nyota wasn't usually this forceful, this...forward. Hadn't been for a while, actually, since her current situation had been with someone who was immensely stronger than the average male, and he hadn't wished to accidentally hurt her. But she'd forgotten the rush of it all, the primal, satisfying feeling of just taking and being taken. And the fact that Kirk was matching her beat for beat just added to it all.

She practically purred when he finally figured out what his hands were for, dragging her skirt and top over her head in one swift movement, melting into him when he finally touched her, pulling her closer to him, and she wrapped her fingers in his hair and yanked him to her--not wearing heels was turning out to be a slight disadvantage in this situation. She barely had time to revel in the fact that he was finally--finally--touching her before he managed to reverse their positions, her back pressed against the wall, Kirk pinning her there and surrounding her with him. She bit off a strangled gasp when his

[jimtiberiuskirk]

It was almost like a game. She pulled and pushed, and Kirk mostly melded to her wants, eager to please and be satisfied. His body moved against hers in a sensual roll of his hips, pushing forward, allowing things to just unfold without any thought of why they were unfurling so quickly and so heatedly - he wasn't thinking with his mind, was simply preoccupied with the way she melted beneath his touch and the way the offending garment was simply tossed back to the floor. He didn't hesitate at all, just smoothed his hand down over one breast and cupped it, enthralled with the warm weight underneath his fingers.

"I don't need help," he managed to gasp out, and kissed her again as she pressed herself against him, feeling the most exquisite sensations as her body melded against his own. He had wanted this, and to be denied something he had wanted for so long -- for her to just go and be with that smarmy bastard Spock...Kirk had expected this. He knew this would happen, of course he did ...Spock wouldn't be enough, not for Uhura, and this