This is my second Star Trek: 2009 story. This one is about James T. Kirk who I also love as much as Chekov- lol. Hope you enjoy. Please read and review. I will love you forever!
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"Could you be a bigger asshole?"
James T. Kirk grinned, leaning back against the headboard and gazing at her back. Natalya Rider was what any guy would declare as "perfect." Long blonde hair that cascaded down her back in perfect ringlets, beautiful green eyes surrounded by long lashes, perfectly sized lips that were often found in a sarcastic, mocking smile. She had almost translucent skin, never a blemish or scar to be found. To be frank, any guy would die to have her, but Jim was the one to have her.
They definitely weren't in a relationship. She had made that very clear- not that he had asked for one. It was pure sex. Mind blowing, amazing, heart attack causing sex. Nothing beyond it, no emotions, no strings. It was the perfect situation for both of them. Natalya wanted something to take her mind off of... well, he wasn't exactly sure. They didn't talk enough for him to figure that out. And him, he just wanted to get laid.
"Yes, and we both know it." He replied, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder. She swatted at him, gathering the sheet around her and getting up off the bed. He knew she wasn't leaving, for God's sake it was only round one. Most likely she was going to fix herself in the bathroom, get at least a little bit of clothes on and would come back for more. She'd never admit he was good, but the fact she kept coming back said it all. That and all the screaming and moaning.
"God dammit James." She snapped from the bathroom, obviously having caught sight of the hickey he left on her perfect neck. "Every fucking time. Is this a guy thing or something?" She called, moving some things around in there before heading back out in one of his shirts. It fell around her knees, hanging around her like a giant dress. He wasn't a huge man, but far bigger than her 5'1" and her wasp thin size 2 waist. "Marking me as your own or something?" She scoffed, crawling into the bed with him and leaning against the head board with him.
"That's exactly it." He grinned, moving one of her blonde curls back to press a kiss over the hicky. She rolled her head to the side, giving him better access. He chuckled, before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. "Not that I have to worry about you being with any other guy." He shrugged.
"Hmmm," She sniffed, jerking back and glaring at him. "How do you know I'm not sneaking off to someone else's room after this?" She questioned, giving one of her famous smiles.
"Cuz I know you're not gonna get anything better then me." He grinned cockily, smashing a kiss to her perfect, pink lips. She smiled against his lips, tangling her fingers in his hair. That was an unspoken rule between them. He didn't sleep with any other girl, she didn't sleep with any other guy. Even if they joked about it. Jim didn't know why he liked it that way. It's not liked he would have cared if she was with anyone else. He wasn't sure of her reason either, even if she joked it was to make all those "snippy bitches who hung all over him mad."
Everyone knew they were... "with" each other. They didn't really hide the fact that they were sleeping together. McCoy, Spock, and even little Chekov had walked in on them somewhere around the ship. It was no secret that they were doing it.
"Hey, just before we get this going again." Natalya piped up suddenly, pushing him back with her tiny hand. He sighed, digging his hands into her waist for emphasis that this better be fast. "Could you just last a teeny bit longer this time? I mean really you were done so quick that-"
"Shut the hell up." He growled, smashing his lips against hers again. She giggled, a sweet, pure sound as she pulled him closer. "You love every minute of it." He mocked after pulling back.
"Please." She mumbled, moving on top of him before he could protest. "My turn on top, Captain. " She smiled coyly, racking her nails down his chest and getting him hard instantly. "Give me a hickey again and you won't have a dick anymore, got it?" She whispered, licking the outside of his ear.
"Got it." He grinned, pulling her closer and going for round two.
Natalya growled, leaning closer to the mirror as she tried- in vain, to cover up one of the marks James left on her neck. Even mounds of make-up wouldn't cover that stupid mark up. She really was going to rip him a new one. She knew he just loved to leave hickeys where everyone could see so he could see his handy work. Fucking ass-hole.
"I'd let you use my make-up," Nyota mumbled from outside the bathroom. "But it's a bit too dark for you."
"I don't think it will help. I swear to God..." She snapped, throwing down the make up with a sigh. "Who cares. Not like he hasn't done it before."
"Just stop there," Nyota warned, settling herself into a chair. "I don't want to hear about James T. Kirk's midnight adventures."
Natalya smirked, leaning back into the couch and settling in. Nyota and Spock's quarters were a bit bigger then hers, due to the little rug rat they had running around. Amanda was three and a half and the cutest little kid Natalya had ever seen. While Spock still freaked her out a bit, she had to admit he had a cute kid. The little girl was currently playing with a doll on the floor and quietly watching some child's show on the T.V. She was a perfect mixture of her mother and father, with Spock's pointed ears and straight black hair and Nyota's eyes and skin color. Natalya didn't usually like kids, but Amanda was pretty good for a three year old.
"What did Uncle Jim do at midnight?" Amanda asked, glancing over at her mother with curiosity. Nyota bit back a laugh, glancing over at her friend with a "look what you caused" look. Natalya shrugged, giving a little laugh.
"Me and Uncle Jim wrestled last night." Natalya said, making Nyota throw a pillow at her. Amanda glanced at her mother curiously before going back to her doll. Natalya bit back a laugh.
"Thank you for corrupting my three year old." Nyota mumbled after taking Amanda for her nap. "I'm sure Spock is gonna love when she asks about that."
"Like she isn't going to ever walk in on you two banging." Natalya smiled, flipping through the different channels in boredom. Nyota threw her head back and laughed, muttering something about hoping to God that never happened.
"So, you think you can skip fun time with Kirk tonight?" Nyota asked suddenly, running her fingers through her hair. "We only have a week left of shore leave and I'd like to go out to the bar just us girls for once. I don't know if I can stand seeing you and Kirk dry humping each other on the dance floor again." Nyota mumbled, giving a fake gag for emphasis. Natalya laughed before nodding her head.
"Sure. I think I can spare one night of rough love making for you. Anyone else going?" She asked, looking over toward her friend. Nyota ignored her smart ass comment to answer the question.
"Just Charlotte and Laura."
"Alright," Natalya said, settling on some old movie. "Around 8 right?"
"Yep." Nyota said. "We were gonna go to- Natalya?"
She stopped, glancing wide eyed as the blonde shot up and to the bathroom. Nyota followed, looking concerned as she saw her friend dive for the toliet and vomit into the bowl. She winced, quickly moving to Natalya's side to grab her hair up out of her face. Natalya's stomach heaved again and then one last time before she fell back against the wall, pale and sweaty. "Jesus," Nyota mumbled, flushing the toilet and grabbing Natalya some water. "We aren't even drunk yet and your getting sick."
"I must have ate something." Natalya mumbled, sipping the water and running a hand through her hair. Nyota gave her another thing of water before sitting down next to her.
"I guess tonight is out for you." Nyota sighed, watching her friend clutch her stomach a bit.
"Guess so." Natalya mumbled before promptly getting sick all over again.
"So I hear you're puking your guts out." James smirked, emitting a death glare from Natalya. She was wearing one of his over sized shirts, her hair tied up in a messy bun and looking pale.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, walking toward her kitchen and grabbing a steaming cup of what he assumed was tea. Her favorite was mind tea, he remembered. She made it for him one night when he was feeling shitty from some air borne disease he caught on some planet they visited. After getting sick all day, aching all over and having to listen to an hour long lecture from Bones about different diseases, he felt pretty crappy. That mind tea though... damn it was good. "You should leave unless you want to get sick."
"I just thought I would come see you for a minute." He said, wrapping his arms around her from behind and pressing a kiss over the hicky she tried- and failed- to cover up. "Did you go to Bones?"
"Why?" She shrugged, sipping a bit of the tea and turning to face him. "It's just the flu."
"You should go and make sure." James said, rubbing her back gently. "Bones knows you didn't go and he'll sit you down for a three hour long lecture on several diseases you could have contracted and something about your eyes falling out and all that shit."
She giggled, leaning back against the counter and nodding. "I guess. I'll go in a little bit."
"Alright." He murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Get better. Can't have you sick too long or I'll have get all backed up." He grinned, squeezing her hips before pulling back.
"No," She grinned cheekily. "That's what the blow up doll is for."
He chuckled, kissing her hair before heading toward the door. He gave another get better before exiting and leaving her alone. Natalya finished off her tea and got dressed, deciding to just go to Bones now and get it over with. The old grouch better give her some hypo spray and let it be done with. She exited her quarters before heading down to sickbay. She knew Bones would be there, like always. The guy seriously needed a girlfriend.
She knocked on his temporary office door, letting herself in without even asking. Unlike most of the nurses that scurried around the sickbay, she wasn't afraid of him. More amused then afraid really. Bones glanced back at her, his face red and angry all ready. "Did I say you could come in here Rider?" He snapped, sorting through some more things and then standing straight to glare at her.
"I'd thought you would want to know you're favorite Engineer is sick." She shrugged, moving toward a chair and folding her arms. Bones sighed, grabbing one of the scanners and a PADD.
"What's wrong then?" He snapped, moving the scanner over her head first then working his way down.
"Getting sick, general feeling shitty kind of thing. I'm guess flu, but I thought I would come to the almighty CMO to make sure." She said, lifting her arms when he moved down. Glancing at his PADD, his eyebrow's furrowed as he pulled back. "What's the prognosis doc?" She asked, leaning back in the chair.
"When was you last menstrul cycle?" Bones asked, typing something on the PADD and looking over at her. That wasn't something she had expected. She sighed, counting back.
"About a month and a half ago. I've been pretty irregular since I got on the birth control though." She said, shrugging. Bones purses his lips, running his fingers over the PADD again.
"You forget to take the birth control at all?" Bones questioned, looking over at her again. She frowned, not liking where this was going.
"No." She snapped, glaring up at him. "It's the flu Bones. There's no possible way I'm pregnant."
"You telling me Jim and you are just playing dress up every night?" Bones questioned, raising his eyebrow and looking down at her. This wasn't happening. Her and Jim were extremely careful. He wore condoms, she took birth control. There was absolutely no freaking way she was pregnant.
"No," Natalya hissed, folding her arms and glaring at him. "We're protected though. There is no way I'd be sleeping with him if we weren't. Run that little scanner over me again." She ordered. Bones shook his head though, pressing something on the PADD again.
"Well shit, no wonder." He mumbled, looking down at her. "Didn't the nurse tell you that taking those antibiotics two months ago would make the birth control stop working?"
"W-what?" She stuttered, thinking back. She had taken some antibiotics to help prevent some sickness when she went down to some new planet a couple months back. She tried to remember what the nurse had said... if anything. Nothing. "No, damn bitch didn't say anything! God dammit are you kidding me?" She cried, standing up and pacing the small office. "Scan me again, Bones. James still used a..."
She trailed off, feeling her stomach twist. Oh fuck.... oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK! They had drank that night at some feast welcoming them to the planet. The night was fuzzy and Natalya couldn't remember for the life of her if Jim had put on some protection. Oh, fuck. "We were drunk." She mumbled, falling back into the chair. She was going to get sick again. She was going to puke all over this god damn office. She couldn't be pregnant. There was no freaking way. "Ju-just do a ultrasound. Please Bones. I seriously can't be pregnant."
"An ultra sound at a month wouldn't be able to tell us much. Blood results would be the most accurate." Bones said, running his fingers through his hair. "You two are damn idiots." He said shaking his head at her.
"Dammit Bones I don't need that right now!" She cried, slamming her hand against the wall. "Just-just do the fucking test and see if this is for real."
"Alright." Bones mumbled, moving out of the office and onto the medical bay. He returned minutes later, a needle in one hand and a vial in the other. "These results will take about fifteen minutes." He said. She shrugged, just sticking her arm out eagerly. His stupid scanner was faulty. There was no way...
He drew some blood quickly, heading out toward the computer in the other room and leaving her alone. Her head swam, hundreds of different things going through her mind. How the hell was she supposed to be a mother? She wasn't good with kids. She was horrible. And James! What the hell was he going to say when he found out? He would leave her ass. Bolt. Run as fast as he could.
This wasn't supposed to happen, Dammit! Her and James, what they were doing wasn't supposed to result in this. It was supposed to be some fun, something to give her what she wanted- sex. It wasn't supposed to get her a god damn baby. Oh, she was going to kill James if he got her pregnant.
Natalya lay her head in her hands, feeling tears prick her eyes. What was she going to do? How was she supposed to do this? She couldn't do this. A baby. That was too much.
She sniffed, quickly blinking back the tears when Bones moved back into the office, holding some long paper. "Just tell me it's negative." She whispered, hating how weak and helpless she sounded. Bones sighed, shaking his head.
"Sorry, kid." He mumbled, laying down the paper. "You got yourself pregnant."
She grabbed the waste paper basket and puked.
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