Jim shifted in his chair. It was almost the end of alpha shift, and it couldn't come any sooner as far as he was concerned. His re-crossed his legs, the movement shifting the plug inside him against his prostate. And there was nothing he could do to stop that jolt of pleasure. Nothing he could do to keep the remote from being activated and setting
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Last she knew was the thick lush forests of Coastland Thailand, of scaling and climbing ruined and cracked walls. She'd slipped. Fallen and landed... Here. A small found room, built like an elevator.
Lara spent a few moments flexing every muscle to assess for injury and when she found none, she stood. She did feel rather warm however. Hands hanging near her guns, Lara paced the small space, studying the panel on the wall, the deigns and the material. There was one door.
It didn't open when she pressed the buttons on the panel, no when she'd kicked it. She was moments away from drawing her guns and firing out of pure frustration when the doors opened.
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Jim had paced in the turbolift until he realized that it was only intensifying the effect; distracted, anticipating someone else, it took him a moment to realize there was an armed and extremely attractive woman (or was that attractive and extremely armed?) standing in the space framed by the doorway.
It was then that Jim realized this might not have been such a good idea after all. Slightly flushed, he wondered if his arousal was obvious, and tried to put on his best captain's demeanor.
"Are you lost, miss?" he asked smoothly, not wanting to provoke anything of their unexpected visitor.
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Lara raised a single brow.
"Unless this is in fact Thailand and I'm simply mistaken," she said, her voice smooth, her accent British and cultured. "I suppose I am." Though her hands moved from her weapons, she still watched him carefully.
"Just where is it that I've found myself?"
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Yeah, this had been a really bad idea.
"The USS Enterprise," he said. "I'm Captain James T. Kirk. And you are?"
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There was no real rhyme or reason to her experiment. She'd found the device hidden away and pilfered it shortly after arriving in this place. She hadn't really had many plans to use it until earlier today when she'd seen a chance to test out exactly what it would do and the limits it might impose. And now that she'd done so, she waited patiently, keying in commands and checking in to make sure the device was still working.
It was too bad it didn't have a tracking feature.
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It had been an experiment for him, a test, but he hadn't really expected the remote to be activated during his shift. Of course, there was the possibility that it might be--but it was enough to have that anticipation, to know that when alpha was over it would be waiting in his room for him, something to set apart the days as they shuttled through the galaxy on routine missions. It was just a day, he thought. Know one would know, and it was a way to find satisfaction, to challenge himself, without the impossibility of taking a lover on board.
Of course, that had all been shot down as an extremely stupid idea when the first wave hit, as he sat in his command chair with his legs neatly crossed and the plug squirming away within him. Its attentions had been intermittent and varied, which made it even worse. Jim's irritation rose with his sneaking and entirely physical ardor as shift progressed, not thinking it suitable to leave the bridge for such a reason, but extremely aware that something had gone wrong ( ... )
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Eventually, she laid out along the bed, holding the remote above her and tilting it this way and that, contemplating taking it apart to see if she couldn't increase the output. It was a curious device, indeed, and she lost herself in its study.
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The heels of her boots clicked against the floors of the ship as she went down the halls to Jim's quarters, and she pressed the button outside to speak. "Jim? It's Lucy."
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So when he heard her voice coming from the comm, knowing she was just outside, he considered pretending he wasn't there. But that only led to McCoy conducting a search of the ship, culminating in her breaking through his security code at the least opportune minute.
He conceded by putting his pants back on, with a groan.
The door slid open, and Jim leaned in the opening, unconsciously creating a psychological barrier between Lucy and the things he intended to do in that room as soon as it was once again private.
"What is it, Bones?"
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He was also flushed, and from what Lucy could feel, his quarters weren't that warm. Something was up.
"Just checking in on you. Everything okay?"
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"Yes, of course," he said. "Why? Is there some reason I shouldn't be?"
Great, he thought. There was another evil twin running around drinking McCoy's brandy again.
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