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That Chance We Never Knew We Wanted

by Djinn

 

 

 

 

Kirk sits watching Chapel talk to the people wishing her well as she prepares to leave his ship and go off to med school.  Her party is well attended—as a nurse sheճ probably taken care of all of them at one time or another.  Making physicals less a pain, bringing food to infirm or injured crew, and tending in sickbay to those not well enough to be on bed rest in their quarters.

 

Sheլl make a fabulous doctor.  He knows that.  Knows her better than he expected to, especially after Randճ going away party.  He and Christine bonded over that. Well, not so much over Rand leaving as how bad the sex was when they both decided—at different times, of course—to see what theyդ been missing.

 

Christine saunters over to where Kirkճ sitting, and thereճ definitely a whole lot more sashay in her walk than he remembers.  He tries to bite back a grin, fails miserably.

 

ғo.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  She helps herself to some of the food on his plate.  ҉ guess this is it.Ӽo:p>

 

҉ doubt that itճ goodbye.Ӽo:p>

 

ҁnd even if it was, weդ always have Janice, right?Ӽo:p>

 

He laughs, louder than he means to.  ҉ think Paris would be preferable.Ӽo:p>

 

Ҕhatճ what happens when you try to improve on a classic.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  She takes more food.

 

҈elp your damn self.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  He meets her eyes.  ҉s Janice all weլl have?Ӽo:p>

 

Everyone seems to have backed off, giving them room.  He can tell she is casually checking the proximity of those around them before saying softy, ҉ might be horrible in bed.Ӽo:p>

 

ҙou might.  Hell, I might be, too.Ӽo:p>

 

She laughs softly.  ғo maybe we were the problem, not Janice?Ӽo:p>

 

ҍaybe so.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  He looks down.  ҉f youդ rather give Spock one more try, though...Ӽo:p>

 

җhoa.  Where did that come from?Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  She frowns.  җould I be propositioning you if I wanted to give him a try?Ӽo:p>

 

ҏh, is that what youղe doing?Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  But he knows it is and feels a huge surge of relief that it is him and not his best friend that she wants—he just needed to hear her say it.

 

She rolls her eyes and says, ҇o get me more food.Ӽo:p>

 

ҍan, youղe bossy.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  But he gets up and fixes her a plate while she goes back to talking to some crewmen who have just come in.

 

He walks over, hands the plate to her with a somewhat sarcastic, ҍy lady,Ӡand retreats to his spot.

 

Bones walks in, talks to Christine for a while, then heads over to Kirk with a pit stop at the bar for a bourbon.  Ҏice party.Ӽo:p>

 

ҕmm hmmm.Ӽo:p>

 

Ҽspan class=SpellE>Gonna miss her.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  Bones looks sad the way a boss does, not the way an unrequited lover might—why is Kirk suddenly so interested in how his friends view her, or how she views them?

 

Itճ just one night if they do this.

 

The fact that heճ heard rumblings about making Admiral, that thereլl be a place back at Command for him, has nothing to do with this.

 

The fact that she would be nowhere near his chain of command on Earth has nothing to do with this.

 

The fact that heճ grown very, very fond of her has nothing—oh hell, it has everything to do with it.  Somewhere along the line, this woman who is his friend became more.  Heճ not sure how.  He doesnմ think she set out to make this happen any more than he did.  They just...click.

 

ҙouղe awfully quiet.  Everything okay in there, Jim?Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  Bones taps his own head, smiling in the way that says, ҁnswer wrong and youլl be on my biobed.Ӽo:p>

 

Ҋust thinking about the future.Ӽo:p>

 

҂ig plans?Ӽo:p>

 

He hasnմ told Bones or Spock that he may make admiral.  Because he knows what Bones will say to that:  ғtay on your damned ship.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  Heճ not sure what Spock will say.  Spock has been...strange lately.  Distant, the way he was when Kirk first took over.  Kirk has asked him if heճ done anything to offend him, and Spock has told him no.

 

And yet...thereճ a wall between them suddenly.

 

Spock has not shown up at Christineճ party.  Kirk wonders if she cares.

 

It seems to take forever for people to say their goodbyes, to wander out.  Bones left long ago.  Finally, Christine looks pointedly at her gifts.

 

Jesus.  Damned slave driver.  If she thinks sheճ always going to be in the driverճ seat, sheճ going to have to let go of that idea.

 

Cripes.  Heճ thinking of her in terms of an ongoing thing.  Without knowing if she even wants that.

 

On the other hand heճ a very pretty man and hardly ever wrong about these things.  And he has a feeling she would not be treating him this way if she didnմ want him.  So he gets up and gathers up her gifts and walks her to the lift.

 

҉ guess you think weղe going to do it, huh?Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  He lets her go first into the lift, then follows her.

 

ҙep.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  She winks at him. 

 

ғpock didnմ come to the party.Ӽo:p>

 

҂ring him up again and Iլl suture your lips together.Ӽo:p>

 

җow.  Way to kill a mood.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  He laughs.  ғo youղe upset he didnմ show?Ӽo:p>

 

җhat did I just say?Ӽo:p>

 

҉ donմ give a damn what you just said.  Youղe not running this show, lady.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  He laughs as she gives him a look that says, җeլl see about that.Ӽo:p>

 

The lift opens and they walk out.  She looks over at him.  ғince you do seem very concerned about this, Iլl answer.  No.  I couldnմ care less.  He and I...weղe nothing.  And heճ changed lately.  Been more...Ӽo:p>

 

҄istant.Ӽo:p>

 

Ҕo you, too?Ӽo:p>

 

He nods.  Feeling comfortable telling her something that he hasnմ told Bones and is afraid to bring up with Spock.

 

҉խ sorry.  Thatճ unexpected.Ӽo:p>

 

ҙeah.  I think so, too.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  He closes his eyes for a moment as she palms open her door.  ҙou were right.  Why the hell are we talking about him?Ӽo:p>

 

ҍaybe because you need to?Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  She takes the presents from him and sets them into a waiting packing carton, then pulls him close.  ҅verythingճ changing.Ӽo:p>

 

҉t is.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  He smiles at the way her hands feel in his hair, the way sheճ making the hair stand up on the back of his neck—but in a good way, not in a flee-the-scene way.  Ҕhereճ a rumor going around.  A friend of mine told me Iլl be making admiral.  Be stationed at Command then.Ӽo:p>

 

Her smile is very sweet.  ҁre you trying to tell me this may not be just Գo sorry youղe leavingՠsex?Ӽo:p>

 

҉ think that is exactly what Iխ trying to tell you.Ӽo:p>

 

җell, until I take you out for a shakedown cruise, Iխ not going to tell you if thatճ happy news or not.Ӽo:p>

 

He laughs.  җeլl always have Janice.  Should we make that into an acronym?Ӽo:p>

 

җAHJ.  Not sure it really works.  But yeah, not something we want to say in front of her.  Hopefully someday sheլl find someone whoլl help her improve.Ӽo:p>

 

ҏr just not hurt her partner so much.Ӽo:p>

 

Ғight.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  She kisses him, and heճ glad sheճ kissed him first, does not want to be the aggressor in this.

 

Only then she licks his lips rather sloppily and he freezes.

 

She pulls away and starts to giggle.  A silly, high-pitched giggle heճ never heard from her.  ҏh, my God, if you could see your face.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  She wipes his lips off with her finger, then begins to trace his lips lightly with the same figure.  ҉ couldnմ resist.Ӽo:p>

 

҄evil.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  There seems to be a direct link between her finger moving so fleetingly on his lips and Jim Juniorճ stature.  Kirk groans and begins to take her clothes off.  җhy the hell did we wait?Ӽo:p>

 

҂ecause you have a rule.  Because weղe friends.  Because this wasnմ what either of us were looking for.  Or expecting.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  She kicks their clothes aside and pulls him to her bed.  ҉t wasnմ, right?Ӽo:p>

 

ғure wasnմ.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  He hovers over her for a moment, just enjoying the moment, then he moves down, and does the best he can to appear as if he has no idea how to give a woman pleasure.

 

She starts to laugh and he grins.  ҇ood stuff, huh?  Howճ the shakedown cruise going?Ӽo:p>

 

ҁbout to fail.Ӽo:p>

 

He surprises her, fingers going places, tongue applied just so, and hears her say, ҏh, gradeճ going up.ӠA moment later, she says, ҁnd up.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  Then she abandons words for moans as she writhes underneath him.  As he kisses his way back up to her lips, she is smiling the smile of the recently satisfied.  җell, you pass.Ӽo:p>

 

Ҏot so sure about you, though.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  He lies back with a smile.

 

She rolls her eyes and says, ҇ive me a minute to enjoy the afterglow.  Youղe really good at that.Ӽo:p>

 

Ҽspan class=SpellE>Mmm hmmm.Ӽo:p>

 

With an annoyed-sounding groan, she rouses herself and makes her way down to Jim Junior, who welcomes her by standing tall.  Ґretty, pretty,Ӡshe says and then she canմ talk anymore.

 

And soon neither can he.  He can only make unintelligible sounds of pleasure as she does things with her mouth that may be illegal on several planets.  When he finishes, his toes are curled, his forehead is sweaty, and heճ clutching the bedspread as if itճ a lifeline.

 

҇uess you liked that.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  She curls in next to him.  ҉ may have lied.Ӽo:p>

 

Heճ not sure he heard her right.  Heճ also not sure heճ capable of forming words yet, so he turns to look at her and gives her a puzzled look.

 

҉ have thought of this.  With you.  For a while now.  I thought maybe weդ do this, my last night on your crew.Ӽo:p>

 

He kisses her, pulling her onto him.  The kiss starts out tender but it ends up scorching.  ҉f the rumors do turn out to be true, I want to see you once Iխ on Earth.Ӽo:p>

 

Ҋust see?Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  She grins, then touches his cheek.  ҉դ like that.  I like you.  I mean the sex is great and all, but I really like you.Ӽo:p>

 

҉ really like you, too.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  Jim Junior is chiming in that heճ pretty damned fond of her as well, so Kirk eases her to her back and pushes into her.

 

Then he stays perfectly still and asks, ҇ood for you?  Did you come?Ӽo:p>

 

She laughs.  ҙeah.  Oodles of fun.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  She begins to clench down on him with muscles she clearly has been working out—a lot.

 

He starts to thrust, watching her expression change, timing when he reaches between them, when he brings her to the edge and over.  Feeling her wriggling against him sets him off, too.

 

He rolls to the side, pulling her to nestle next to him.  He realizes he could love this woman with very little effort.

 

Her eyes are sleepy and sated, and she leans in, kissing him, murmuring, ҉ hope the rumors are true, that you are coming to Earth.  I want more of this.Ӽo:p>

 

҉ do, too.Ӽspan style="mso-spacerun:yes">  He smiles, holding her lightly, thinking about having her.  Tonight and later, on Earth, like a normal couple.  How long has it been since he had that?  Since she has?

 

She has fallen asleep in his arms.  He watches her, content to let her sleep—for a little while.  Heլl wake her up in a bit.  If the rumors arenմ true, he wants to get all he can of her.

 

Even if heճ way past the point of getting her out of his system.

 

 

FIN