100 Moments
By: TheMorningStarHasFallen
Kinky:
Captain James T. Kirk sat quietly munching on his apple. It had been unusually quiet on the bridge. Only the occasional beep or chirp of machinery, or the odd report penetrated the silence of the circular room. After spending the last three minutes watching the back of Sulu's head and wishing that he would do something, anything, Kirk gave up and instead turned his attention to his lovely senior communications officer. Lt. Uhura racked her fingers through her long straight hair; those same fingers followed a path to underneath her jaw, down her clothed neck to rest on the indent between her clavicles. Jim's eyebrows shot up; did she not realize how sexy she was being? One quick glance at his first officer answered that question, their in his jaw was an almost undistinguishable tick, she was dong it on purpose. Go Uhura, show that pointy-eared-bastard what human women can do. Supporting her head on her hands Uhura turned towards Spock and, dear god Jim was about to roll of his chair from shock, gave Spock a smoldering glance. His Vulcan subordinate's ears tinged an interesting shade of light green. Damn, he realized what this would look like if he was caught by either of them, voyeurism…hmmm…Kinky