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the creation and property of Djinn and are copyright (c) 2004 by Djinn. This
story is Rated R.
Returning Heroes
by Djinn
Kirk stepped off the
transporter pad at Space Dock, saw Chris waiting for him. She was leaning up against the wall, arms
crossed. He wondered how many seconds it
had taken her to convince the transporter techs to let her stay and wait. Normally, they didn't do that.
Normally, they didn't have to
deal with Commander Chapel when she wanted to see him.
She straightened. Smiled wryly as he set down
his bag and walked toward her.
"Is there nothing you
won't do for fame?" she asked.
He shrugged. Shot her a sheepish grin and caught her up,
pulling her close. They kissed.
For a very
long time.
"It wasn't my idea to
end up on Rura Penthe,"
he said.
"No? You weren't looking for retirement
property?" Her eyes were bright,
her voice broke a bit.
He shook his head.
"Do I even want to know
how many alien women you had to kiss to get out of this one?"
He laughed. "One. And I'm not sure she was really a
woman."
"Well, that's all right
then." Her words were teasing, but
her voice was flat, and her eyes were even more suspiciously shiny.
"Come on." He led her to the pad, noticed she was
staring at the floor. "You
okay?"
She nodded tightly. "Let's just go home, all right?"
"Sure." He pulled her closer.
She leaned into him, both
arms around him, head on his shoulder.
It was completely unlike her to be so demonstrative in public. It told him all he needed to know about how
she was feeling.
"It's all right,
Chris. Everything is all right."
She nodded, didn't look up as
she pulled away from him, took her place on the pad next to him. Kirk gave the tech their station.
"Energizing,
sir."
Kirk nodded, waited as the
room disappeared, was replaced by the transporter pad near their
apartment. They walked the few short
blocks to their building, kept running into people they knew, people who had
seen the trial and the later news reports, who wanted to stop and talk and
congratulate him.
Finally, they got home. As he closed the door, she started to walk
away, and he pulled her back.
"Chris."
When she turned, her
expression was unreadable. But her eyes
were full of tears.
"Oh,
Chris. I'm sorry." He pulled her close.
"I thought I'd lost
you. That I'd never
see you again." She sobbed
against him. "Damn it, Jim. I hate it when I'm like this." Her arms tightened around him.
He smiled. "Well, I like it. It beats the hell out of
disinterest." He pulled her face
up, kissed her tears away roughly.
"I could never be
disinterested. Not when it's you, when
it's us."
Her mouth found his. Frantic. Desperate. He met her fully, didn't try to stop her or
calm her. Pushing her up against the
wall, his hands running up and down her body, he kissed her the way they had
that first scotch-fueled time they'd made love.
Only they hadn't realized at
the time that they were doing anything other than having sex.
She finally pulled away. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Then we have no
problem, do we?" He kissed her
again.
She pulled away then tugged
at his hand, leading him out of the hall, through the living room, and into the
bedroom.
"Something you had in
mind?" he asked with a small grin as she stripped his clothes off.
His grin grew even larger
when she pushed him down onto the bed, took off her own clothes, and crawled on
top of him. She didn't wait, saw he was
ready for her and sank down onto him. He
gasped as he filled her, moaned as she began to move.
She leaned down, kissed him
again, this time not so frantically, but possessively, as if she was marking
him, making him hers. She didn't need to
do that--he was hers and nobody else's.
He had been hers for such a long time.
She began to move faster, sat
up and arched back, every touch of her body on his a pleasure--one that in his
darker moments on Rura Penthe
he too had thought he'd lost. He ran his
hands up and down her body, touching her everywhere, pinching gently and
stroking until she came loud and long, her body clamping down on his, sending
him over the edge.
He came just as loud.
She collapsed onto his chest
and lay there. The room was silent
except for their harsh breaths as they lay still, neither of them willing to
move, to make their bodies come apart.
"I thought I'd lost you,
Jim. That you'd die and I'd never see
you again." She kissed his chest,
worked her way up to his neck. "I
was going to kill Spock."
He laughed softly. "Spock got me back."
"You wouldn't have been
out there if he hadn't volunteered you."
He nodded. She had a point.
She had her face buried in
his neck as she said, "I love you.
The thought of life without you..."
He pulled her face up, kissed
her. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I'll be retired in three months and we'll
live happily ever after until we're old and decrepit."
She smiled. "You promise?"
He nodded. "I promise." He kissed her, softly, slowly. Lovingly. God, how he loved this
woman. "I'm not going
anywhere, Chris. You'll see."
FIN