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Not in the Nest
by Djinn
Chapel watched as Jim paced her
quarters; she had her arms folded over her chest, one leg stretched out to keep
him away from her if he tried to get close.
Not that he showed any signs
of doing that.
"You're not making this
easy, Chris."
"I'm sorry, Jim. Was I supposed to?"
He stopped pacing, and she
heaved a dramatically loud sigh of relief.
At his look, she said,
"I was getting nauseous watching you."
"Funny." He gave her the tight, "Ha-ha-ha"
look she hated--he knew she hated it.
"So," she said, "the
ship is yours."
He turned to stare at
her. She decided not to add, "Now
that you've stolen it away from Decker."
Decker. Who was dead. Or a god.
Or...something.
Jim moved closer, was brought
up by her leg. "We've been over
this."
"No. You've been over this. I've just had to listen."
"What we had..." He shook his head, as if it was just too hard
to say again.
"Past tense and we're
not even officially broken up." She
leaned in. "I get it, Jim. It was fun for a while on Earth, but now it's
over. That about capture it?" She was so, so, so glad she hadn't blurted
out that she loved him during sex.
The great sex.
The amazingly great sex.
"Yes." He sounded miserable. But resolute.
She wanted to hit him, to shake
him until he came to his senses. "I'm
not even in your chain of command. You
conveniently demoted me. I thought that
was so you wouldn't be managing me."
"You thought I demoted
you so we could have sex?"
"Well, it's a more
comforting thought than thinking you demoted me because you believe McCoy is the
better doctor." Which McCoy
probably was--when he was actually in sickbay.
"Chris. I didn't know I'd end up here."
"I know." She didn't really think he'd stolen the
ship. Well, he had stolen the ship, but
she thought it was sort of an improvisation, not a grand scheme. He'd seen an opening; he'd taken it. Vintage James T. Kirk.
"It's not that I don't
care for you. It's just that I can't
mess in--"
"Oh, for God's sake,
Captain. I get the shitting in the nest
concept. I've got it down pat. In fact, I can now give the
lecture." She tried to brush past
him, but he caught her up in his arms.
"I hate that you're doing this."
He pulled her close. "Do you hate me?"
She jerked away. "I hate that you're making me
cry." She wiped at her eyes
roughly.
"So do I."
"Just go. It's over.
I understand." She could
feel a sob coming on, turned it into a sort of laugh.
He touched her cheek. "It was fun." Now she was getting his sheepish grin. She didn't hate it. Not yet, anyway.
"Yeah. It was fun." She kept her voice very calm. Neutral. She wanted to be ice-cold. She'd channel Spock if she could. Well, not post-V'ger Spock. He'd probably be crumpled on the bed weeping
like a teenage girl. But the other
Spock. The cold bastard she'd once lusted
after.
"We can still be
friends."
"Can we?"
He nodded.
"Well, you're the
boss." Her tone this time wasn't
calm; it was bitter.
"Chris."
"Sir, I'm very
tired. Perhaps you should go?"
He sighed, loudly and long--this
time he was the one with the dramatics.
"You can call me Jim. We've
been together for six weeks."
He'd been keeping track?
She met his eyes. "You're sure you don't want to try for
another six?" At his look, she
laughed again. "No, I guess
not. And sir,"--she hit the title
hard--"we weren't together. We were
only sleeping together."
It was a direct hit. His face flushed. "I stand corrected."
"What if I want to
transfer?"
"I'd rather you
didn't." His answer was practically
instantaneous.
"Why not? Surely, it will be easier without me
here. Think how embarrassing it will
be. Running into each other in the hall,
new partner on the arm. Ouch."
"I wasn't planning on
dating anyone--"
"--Who said I was talking
about you?"
This time his flush was even
darker. "I thought you'd handle
this with more grace."
"Well, that's me: graceless." She could feel tears threatening again, so
she turned away, walked to the viewport.
"Technically, these are the CMO's quarters. You going to take them away too?"
There was a long
silence. Then she heard him walking
toward her. His hands were gentle on her
upper arms, and for a moment, she felt his chest against her back. He was so damned warm. Why did he have to be so warm, to feel so
good pressed up next to her?
"No," he
whispered. "Keep them."
Then he let go of her and
hurried away, covering the room as if a red alert was in process.
She turned to watch him, but
he was already gone.
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"I noticed that you have
not assigned Doctor Chapel new quarters."
Spock was chewing his dinner with unusual purpose. Then he closed his eyes and sighed with what
sounded like happiness.
"What are you doing,
Spock? It's just food. Chew it, swallow it, move on." Kirk felt edgy, had since he'd called off
whatever he'd had going with Chris.
They'd just been sleeping
together. That's what she'd said. She'd implied she didn't care for him. But she was awfully mad at him for someone
who didn't care.
He knew she cared.
Not that he cared. Or if he did, he wasn't going to let that
caring stop him from doing what was right--what he had to do.
Spock was still chewing. And he was smiling that sappy smile that was
rapidly giving Kirk the creeps.
"Jesus-God, Spock, what the hell is wrong with you? It's just food. You've eaten food for how many years
now? Why is it suddenly an orgasmic
experience?"
Spock burst into tears.
Kirk ignored him, tucking
into his stew single mindedly. Spock
would stop crying. These jags usually
didn't last long.
Spock cleared his throat
softly, using his napkin to blow his nose.
Without looking at his friend, Kirk pushed the extra pile he'd grabbed
toward him. He'd become an expert at
getting enough for any meal. Dinner
usually had a half dozen crying fits. Just after V'ger, it had been more like
twenty. So Spock was making progress.
Still, Kirk would be very
happy when all the effects from the V'ger meld finally wore off.
"As I was saying,"
Spock said, a trace of embarrassment in his voice, "Doctor Chapel is still
in the CMO's quarters."
"Yes. She is."
"She should not be. She is no longer CMO."
"I'm aware of that. I was the one who demoted her."
"That could not have
felt good for her. Being replaced with
so little explanation." Spock
looked like he might dwell on that to the point of tears, so Kirk dropped his
knife on the plate, the clatter causing Spock to jump. And to hopefully forget how bad Chris might
be feeling over her demotion. Thank God
his friend didn't know what else Kirk had done to her.
Damn, he missed being with
her. He hadn't expected her to be so
fun. She was sassy and smart and bitchy
as hell sometimes. And in bed...she
liked to play, but she could be sweet too.
So damn sweet.
"Jim?"
"Let her have the
quarters, Spock."
"It is irregular."
"That was an order, not
a suggestion."
Spock seemed taken
aback. They could both probably count on
one hand the number of times Kirk had given him an order like that. "If you wish?"
"I do. Now, let's talk about something more
pleasant."
"Talking about Doctor
Chapel is unpleasant?" Spock looked
very confused.
Kirk gave him the smile he
usually reserved for bluffing a crappy hand in poker. "For you, Spock...I know how she hounded
you."
And she'd sounded damned
happy to see Spock when he'd shown up on the Enterprise.
"I am not uncomfortable
with that. In fact, I have come to terms
with my past."
Kirk smiled tightly. "I'm glad." He reached for his water.
"I am thinking I may
have been premature in rejecting her."
Water went up Kirk's
nose. It hurt like hell. Choking slightly, he tried not to make a
spectacle of himself. "What?"
he said, once he could talk again.
"I may have rejected her
too hastily."
"No, Spock. You did the right thing."
Spock sat back, studying
him. "You know something of her
character that would make her an unsuitable mate."
Kirk wanted to say,
"Yes, I think she's in love with me, you doodle-brain." But that would be wrong for so many reasons. "She...she..." He couldn't think of anything to say that
wouldn't give away how well he knew her, so he dropped his knife again.
This time Spock didn't jump. "Are
you feeling all right, Jim?"
Leaning in, he said, "Spock,
you're highly emotional right now. We
both know that. And we aren't certain that
this is going to last. I'm not sure that
jumping into something with her is the best course of action. Think of how hurt she'd be if you led her on
and then rejected her again." He
reached for his water, took a big sip.
Spock's face crumpled. "You are right, Jim," he said,
reaching for a napkin. "I must
wait. See if this desire to mate with
her goes away." He looked at
Kirk. "Do you think she is skilled
in bed?"
This time the water went up
and out of Kirk's nose.
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Chapel watched the lounge
doors from a seat in a darkish corner of the second level. Every time the doors opened, she tried to
scope out who came in.
It was never Jim.
"Why are you sitting up
here?" Rand sat down next to her,
groaning as she stretched in the soft chair.
"Man, I'm bushed."
Chapel nodded, not looking
away from the entrance, through which Jim had just walked. He was scanning the room. Was he trying to find her?
He looked up and seemed to home
in on where she was sitting. His face
was set in a tight line.
"He looks good,"
Jan said easily. "Sulu does too,
don't you think?"
Chapel looked at her. "I thought you had a crush on our
Captain Cock."
"That's such an ugly
name."
Chapel looked down, feeling
bad. It was an ugly name. And it wasn't true that he went through woman
after woman--she didn't think Jim had seen anyone else during those six weeks
that he'd recently made meaningless.
"You're right. Sorry."
"You never called him
that before. Are you mad at him about
being demoted?"
Chapel sighed. It was bad enough being dumped but that
too? At least it was a good excuse to be
a bitch. "Yes. Sorry that I'm so emotional."
"Speaking of
emotional. Have you seen Spock
lately? He's scary. He stubbed his toe in the gym and
cried."
Chapel laughed. "No, he didn’t." Although she could see it. She'd been in sickbay right after the V'ger
meld.
"Ooh, and he's coming up
here."
Chapel frowned. Spock was coming up here? Spock was even in the lounge?
He not only was in the
lounge, but he was heading purposefully toward them.
"Do you want me to
leave?" Jan whispered.
"Don't you dare."
"Doctor. Chief."
They both murmured
hellos. Chapel noticed Jim was at the
bar, watching with what looked to her like intense interest.
She got up, pushing Spock
into her seat. "Talk to Janice,
Spock. I know you two have a lot to
catch up on."
Spock was actually sputtering
as she hurried down the stairs and stalked over to the bar.
"A refill," she
told Chekov who was pouring when he wasn't trying to hit on two young ensigns.
Jim stood, his back against
the bar, looking out, sipping a clear drink.
"Not your usual
poison," she murmured, not turning around.
"I was looking for
something with no memories."
"Real nice, Jim." She looked at him. "So why'd you send Spock up?"
"Send him up?"
She nodded.
"I didn't send him
up."
"Oh but it'd be ideal,
wouldn't it? You could stop worrying
about me--not that I think you're worried about me. You're more worried I might
upset the nice, clean nest you have going."
"I didn't send him. In fact, I told him to leave you alone."
"You did?"
"Well, only because he's
emotional now. And that might not
last. I don't want him hurting
you."
"Right, because only you
get to do that."
He sighed.
She turned, mirroring his
pose. Elbows on the bar, foot cocked
back. She realized the stance put her
breasts into high relief.
Jim seemed to realize that
too.
"Guess you're not so
over it."
"I never said I was over
it." He was definitely sneaking
looks. Trouble was everyone else might
be too. She relaxed her posture a bit,
ending the attack of the amazo-boobs.
Jim looked a little
disappointed. But a lot more relaxed. "Can we walk?"
"Around the ship?"
"No, in space without a
suit." His tone was pretty damn
bitchy.
"Miaowww."
He took her arm. "It was a stupid question."
It felt unbelievably good to
have him touching her.
Chapel nodded to Uhura as she
came in with Scotty and Sulu. Pointing
upstairs, she said, "Jan's up there with Spock. You might want to go rescue her."
Sulu took off running.
"He likes Jan?" Jim
whispered.
"Where have you
been? He's liked her forever." Chapel smiled. "But now, I think she likes him
too." Then she glared at him. "We are not friends having an easy
discussion about this."
"Of course
not." His hand tightened on her
arm. "We started out as
friends."
"Five weeks ago, you
mean?"
"Six."
She smiled. She'd just been testing. "Yeah, and look how well that turned
out."
He didn't let go of her arm,
she noticed, once they'd left the lounge.
She decided to pull away. He
shouldn't always be the one who got to do the leaving.
"I know you're mad at me,"
he said.
"Mad is only one small
part of what I feel." She moved a
little bit farther away from him. They
didn't need to be bumping arms as they walked.
Even if it did feel good.
"So, about Spock..." He sounded like he was trying desperately to
appear nonchalant.
"Yeah, about him. He's courting me?"
"It would seem so."
"And you warned him off?"
When he didn't answer, she
reached out, stopping his progress.
"Yes," he said
softly. "I did."
"You don't have the
right to do that. Not if you're not with
me."
He didn't meet her eyes. "I know." Then he looked at her, and there was an emotion
in his eyes she wasn't sure how to read.
"You don't want him, do you?"
She shrugged, saw him frown,
then look away again.
"If you do want him,
I'll back off."
"I didn't say I wanted
him."
"You seemed awfully
happy to see him when he first showed up."
"I was happy. For you.
For him. For me. For our chances of surviving the big, evil,
killing thing."
He just nodded.
"Why are you making me say
all this?" she asked.
"I just...need to know
if you want to be with him."
"Do you want me to be with
him?"
"I wouldn't have warned
him off if I did."
"How'd you do that? Did you say I snored? Ground my teeth?"
"I almost
did." He grinned suddenly, and she
felt a pain clear down to her stomach.
Why couldn't he be with her anymore?
The corridor was empty, so she
moved fast, taking him by surprise as she pushed him into an alcove, out of
sight. "Jim," she murmured, as
she kissed him.
He kissed her back for a long
time. Then he gently pulled away. Running his finger over her lips, he said,
"Never think I don't want you."
Then he took a step back and turned, walking away fast, leaving her
alone in the corridor.
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"Captain, I want to
thank you for bringing down your senior officers to help us celebrate Canabh
Prime's return to free elections." Parlaxet
smiled at Kirk, then his gaze traveled to Kirk's right.
Kirk knew where his eyes
stopped. The man had been staring at
Chris all night. And she seemed to have
taken vivacious pills. She was flirting outrageously
with Parlaxet.
"Well, it's been a long
day. We're going to have to call it a
night." Kirk rose and saw most of
his officers rise also, probably glad that he was finally giving the signal
they could now leave.
Chris didn't get up. He looked down at her, and she stared back
blandly.
"You don't mind if she
stays a little longer, do you?" their host asked, not even looking at
Kirk.
"Parlexat has offered to
give me a private tour of their science academy."
"How nice." He forced a smile. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
He knew his mistake as soon
as she grinned. It wasn't quite a
taunting look. But it was close.
"That gives me a lot of
leeway, sir."
He was sure that his smile
was suddenly much less convincing.
"Have fun," he managed to get out.
"I'll do you
proud."
Their eyes locked. Parlaxet coughed delicately, and Chris finally
looked away as their host held a hand out to her, leading her around the table
and off toward a rosy marble-like building.
"I believe they are
going to have sex, Jim."
Kirk jumped. He hadn't heard Spock walk up from the far
end of the table. "There's a strong
possibility."
"I am not sure I
approve."
Kirk knew he sure as hell
didn't, but resisted saying so. "I'm
pretty sure that doesn't matter to the good doctor. Chess?"
With a last look toward where
Chris and Parlaxet had disappeared, Spock nodded. "Chess might serve as a
distraction."
Kirk pulled out his
communicator. He saw that the others had
already beamed up. "Two to beam
up," he said, grinning at Rand as he materialized.
"Welcome home,
sir." Her smile was brilliant. But
it wasn't a message anymore. She was
over him.
Would Chris be over him soon
too?
"Do you think Parlaxet
will please Christine?" Spock asked as they entered the turbolift.
"I have no idea." It was the idea of Chris pleasing Parlaxet
that really had his stomach in knots.
"She is knowledgeable
about anatomy. That should make for an
informed sexual partner."
"Spock, don't take this
the wrong way, but shut the hell up about Christine. I don't care." He sighed as he saw Spock's eyes tear
up. Patting him on the back, he
murmured, "I didn't mean to yell at you."
Once they were setting up the
board, Spock recovered quickly--more quickly than he had over the last few days. Maybe he was finally getting back to normal? They played many games, and Kirk lost them
all, too distracted to plan well.
"Spock, I'm sorry to do this.
But I've got to get to bed. I'm
dead tired."
"Of course, Jim." Spock started to pick up the board. "If you are tired, you must rest."
Jim left him, hurrying to his
quarters. "Location of Doctor Chapel," he asked the main
computer.
"Doctor Chapel is not on
the Enterprise."
Damn.
He tossed and turned all night. Each time he queried the computer, he got the
same answer.
Doctor Chapel was not on the
goddamned ship.
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Chapel beamed back, trying to
get sand out of her boots. It was quiet
onboard. Gamma shift hadn't transferred
off yet; alpha shift wasn't awake. She
smiled, enjoying the quiet.
She was sneaking through the
senior staff's corridor like a teenager trying to get in before her parents
realized she'd missed curfew, when Jim's door opened.
"Crap," she
murmured.
He walked out, looking
tired. "Chris," he said, the
name coming out as if by sheer gut reaction.
She saw hurt on his face, then he dialed it down. "Nice of you to get back before we
left."
"Nice of you to
care." She started to walk again.
"I didn't say I
cared. I just wouldn't want to waste
time by having to turn around and go get you." By the sound of his voice, she could tell he
was following her.
"Well, if that happens,
you should just leave me. Probably for
the best." She palmed open her
door, could feel him behind her. "I'm
very tired, Jim."
"Didn't get much sleep,
I imagine." His voice was
incredibly bitter.
"No, I
didn't."
He looked away, walking to
the viewport as if he couldn't stand to look at her. "Did you have fun?" There was something lost in his voice.
She walked to him, standing
next to him, her arm pressing hard against his.
He didn't pull away.
"I didn't sleep with
him."
"You don't have to tell
me that."
"I know. I didn't sleep with him."
He laughed then. "Semantics? You had sex, but no sleep?"
"I wasn't in bed with
him. Or on the couch with him. I left him, Jim. After the tour, I said goodnight and left
him. We didn't have sex."
"A nice story. I like it a lot, in fact." He turned to look at her. "Just one
problem. You're getting back in
now."
"I sat on the
beach. Thinking. About us mainly."
"There is no us."
"I know. And it makes me sad." She turned away from him, didn't want him to
see her cry.
"I'll go now," he
said.
"Yeah. That's a good idea."
She felt his hand on her hair
for a moment, then nothing. He walked
quietly; the sound of the door opening and then closing were her only
indications he had left.
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"Are you all right,
sir?" Uhura asked as he stared at the viewscreen showing the unchanging
image of the planet where his medical team had been helping out. Where they were now ready to beam back up
from.
"I'm fine."
"It's been a good time
for repairs."
He nodded.
"It's a good time for a
party too. Welcome them home and all
that."
Smiling, he nodded
again. "Fine, but you're in
charge."
She laughed, throatily, the
laugh that made him feel better whenever he heard it. "Who else?" She walked over to Spock. "You want to be on the party committee,
Mister Spock?"
"I do not."
Winking at Kirk, she went
back to her station. They were all
having fun testing how much Spock was recapturing his old self.
He looked up, realized that
Spock was watching him. "Something
on your mind?"
Spock nodded slowly. "Emotion is an interesting
phenomenon. I always believed that it
would make it much harder to think logically."
"And it doesn't?"
"It does. But it also gives clarity. There is the logic of the situation and then
there is the desire. If you decide to do
what is right and logical, but you feel...cheated, then you know that this is
something you want very much."
"Desire?" Were they back to him screwing Christine
again? Because Kirk wasn't sure he could
convince a back-to-normal Spock to abandon his pursuit of her.
Spock stepped closer,
standing beside Kirk's chair as he had always done in the past. "My sudden interest in Christine, for
example." Spock's voice was pitched
so low that Kirk could barely hear him.
"Yes...?"
"I was interested in
pursuing her. But now, I am not. And I feel little conflict over that. My true emotions do not urge me to
reconsider."
"Good."
"What do your emotions
say?"
Kirk turned to look at
him. "Mine?"
Spock nodded.
"Mine about what?"
An almost smile, not the
creepy full smile, crossed Spock's face.
"About Christine. You seemed
unusually vehement that I not woo her."
"I was just looking out
for her."
"Ah." Spock had that look he got when he had
Kirk's king checkmated. "And when
you checked on her location thirty-seven times while we were orbiting Canabh
Prime, was that you looking out for her as well?"
"Maybe." Kirk saw Spock's eyebrow go up. "Well, obviously I was. No man left behind and all that."
"Jim."
The intercom buzzed. "Transporter room four to bridge. All medical personnel accounted for."
Kirk wiped his hands on his
pants. "All right then. Let's get underway." He'd order double time if he could. Anything to make Spock go away.
"Perhaps, you should
welcome them home personally?" Spock murmured as he turned for his
station.
"Perhaps, you should
mind your own business." His words
came out louder than intended. Uhura
shot him a startled glance. He laughed
innocently. Tried to make it clear he'd been just joshing around with his good
buddy Spock.
She didn't look convinced.
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Chapel sat in her quarters
wishing that she was going to the party with the man who didn't want to be with
her.
She couldn't decide what to
wear. She had the top from one outfit and
the pants from another on, and she just sat on the bed too tired to get up and
try again.
"Forget the party. I'm not in the mood." Curling up on the bed, she let herself
cry. She hated to cry like this. But she knew that if she didn't let the tears
out on her terms, they'd come out on their own when she least wanted them to.
She stopped crying finally,
was dozing when her intercom buzzed.
"Kirk to Chapel."
"What?" She hoped no one else was listening in. Neither her tone nor her greeting was
standard.
"Get to the party."
"I'm not in a party
mood."
"That's an order. You have fifteen minutes, or I'll come get
you myself."
He sounded like he meant it.
"Jim. Please."
Her voice caught, and she bit back a sob, hoping he hadn't heard it.
There was a long silence,
then he said, "Please come?"
"Don't do
this." She could hear something in
her voice. Something broken.
He could hear it too, she
thought. His voice was very gentle as he
said, "Okay, Chris. Never mind the
party."
As soon as she cut the
connection, she got up and went to her terminal. It took her little time to fill out the transfer
papers. Her finger hovered over the
button that would send them to Jim for approval, but the ring of her door chime
stopped her from hitting it.
Wiping at her face, she said,
"Come."
Jim walked in.
She turned back to the
computer, not wanting him to see her puffy and aching eyes. "You're missing your party."
"It's not my party. It's everyone's party." He came up behind her, touching her neck,
giving her an impromptu massage.
"You're part of that everyone.
You should be there."
"I'm not part of them. Not once you approve this." She pointed to the transfer request on the
screen. "Please, Jim?"
He drew her out of the chair,
made her face him. "No."
She tried to hold the tears
back, but they had a mind of their own.
"Why not?"
Pulling her into his arms, he
held her tightly as sobs shook her.
Suddenly angry, she pulled
away, hitting him with fists clenched but not very accurate. She was crying too hard to see what she was
doing. "Why not, you bastard? Why the hell not?"
He was kissing her suddenly,
and she was so surprised she forgot to pull away. The kiss was sweet and passionate, and it
felt so good.
But she finally jerked away
from him. "Jim, you have to let me
go."
"I can't." He pulled her into the bathroom, and she was
too tired to resist. Wetting a cloth, he
began to wipe off the smeared makeup she'd completely missed in her impromptu
cleanup before letting him in.
"Why can't you let me
go?" She met his eyes as he gently
undid her hair, letting it fall out long and wavy from being up all day.
"Because I love
you."
"Don't say that."
Acting as if he hadn't heard
her, he turned her to the mirror.
"Ready to come with me to the party?"
The smeared makeup was gone,
and her hair looked sexy, but her nose was red, and her eyes were puffy, and
her skin looked blotchy. Then she
realized what he'd said. "With
you?"
"Mmm-hhh. I need to bring a date." His smile wasn't as brilliant as normal. He looked a little sad, a little
nervous. But not guilty or conflicted. "I want to bring a date."
"You don't have to. Just let me transfer off, and then you'll
never have to see me again."
"Chris, shut
up." He lifted her then, onto the
narrow sink, pulling down her pants and his own. "I hope you don't mind if I do
this."
Chapel had her eyes closed,
could barely talk for the feeling of being with him again. "I don't mind," she managed to get
out as she hung on for dear life.
The sex had never been this
good.
"I love you," she
murmured.
His grin lit up his
face. "Really?"
She nodded.
"Good. Because I love you too. Which I was saying earlier, but you told me
to quit."
"I can be stupid
sometimes."
He brushed her hair from her
eyes. "You can be the smart one
too. You were right. We can make this work."
She nodded solemnly, pulling
him back so she could kiss him some more.
When they finally drew apart,
he let her down and pulled up her pants, then seemed to get a good look at them
with the top she had on. "Is that
what you were going to wear?"
Laughing, she walked into the
other room. "No. This is the state you put me in. I can't even dress myself now."
Waggling his eyebrows, he
said, "I'll do it." He was
very efficient in the undressing department until he had her down to her
underwear. Then he got distracted as he
pushed her onto the bed.
She didn't complain in the
least.
When they finally crawled off
the bed, he had no trouble dressing her.
Then he led her out to the turbolift.
She expected him to let go of her hand, but he only clutched it more
firmly as they exited the lift and walked toward the rec lounge. Entering first, he nearly dragged her as she
tried to hold back.
She saw folks watching
them. Eyebrows rose for a moment. Jim smiled and pulled her closer, finally
letting go of her hand, but substituting his arm around her. The questing eyes followed, then lost
interest.
Jan walked up with two
drinks. She handed the amber one to
Jim. "You are still drinking this
neat?"
He nodded.
"Sulu thought it was
with rocks. He bet me anything I
want. I'm going to have to think about
that." Her look was positively
naughty.
Jim laughed. "Don't think too long. The offer might have an expiration
date."
Jan's expression was
untroubled as she gave Chapel her wine.
"Somehow, I don’t think so."
With a smile for both of them, she
turned and went back to Sulu at the bar.
"This doesn't have an
expiration date either," he said, putting his mouth on Chapel's hair,
close to her ear. "You're with
me."
"What happened to the
nest concept?"
"I decided it was big
enough for two."
Laughing, she let him pull
her with him. They eventually ended up
with Spock and McCoy.
"Doctor Chapel,"
Spock said.
McCoy rolled his eyes.
"It's just Christine. Can't you get
that through your thick, green skull? At
parties, avoid titles." McCoy
looked over at her. "How come you
didn't tell me you two were together?"
She shrugged.
"Yeah, that's what Jim's
going to say too, what do you want to bet?" He clinked his glass against hers and smiled.
Jim laughed softly. "We were working on our
relationship."
"I helped," Spock
said, no levity apparent in his voice.
"Right. What the hell did you do, my pointy-eared friend?"
"I provided guidance of
a romantic nature."
"You? In a pig's eye."
They wandered away, still
arguing softly.
"Well?" Jim asked.
"Well, the sky didn't
fall," she said.
He chuckled. "Give it time." But his hand tightened on her waist. "This is nice."
"It is."
For a moment, their eyes met,
and his hold on her got even tighter, even more possessive. Then he let her go.
"I take it we're to
mingle separately?" she asked.
"We're not joined at the
hip." He laughed when she made a
funny face. "Well, not yet, anyway."
"So, I guess I should
erase that transfer request?"
He nodded, then he left her
to fend for herself. She did it with
aplomb; she'd been doing it for years.
Just as she was getting tired, she felt him sidle up against her with a
fresh drink and a strong arm.
Smiling at him, she
whispered, "When can we leave?"
He grinned. "You're in luck. Captain sets the tone, you know?"
"I know that, yes."
"Then let's say our
goodbyes and get while the getting's good."
"Officer
thinking."
At his grin, she followed him; her imagination was already long out of this
room and safely ensconced in her quarters.
Or his. She hoped her smile
wasn't coming out dopey.
But judging by the silly
smile Jim was sporting, her own expression was probably very, very sappy.
She'd never, ever complain.
FIN