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"Got all four back, now get 'em to the med-bay!" Dr. McCoy's deep voice barked. "I'm not letting frostbite take any appendages."
Straight from the transporter room Yasmine Roy found herself herded down the hallway mere steps behind the others from the mission. They were poked, prodded, flashed with lights and sensors and slowly the heated blanket around her shoulders began bringing up her body temperature.
Sulu had gotten the worst of it and was still hacking up water throughout the examinations. The tactical officer's scrape had been clotted by the ice while Captain Kirk's hair and face were still streaked with snow. After nearly an hour of testing and questions, being deemed otherwise healthy, the only thing Yasmine was treated for was bruising along her calf and then all at once she was unceremoniously shoved back into the corridor.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one who slept through sensitivity training," she muttered to the wall and an ensign passing by had to stifle his laughter.
Her room was only a level down with the other engineers' quarters and her snowsuit hit the floor of the bathroom with a crunch, freeing her to peel off the wetsuit underneath and stand under a scalding shower for as long as the system would let her. After that fifteen minutes, however, she trailed remaining droplets through the rest of the quarters in a practiced pattern of stowing her clothes while humming off-tune.
Still wrapped in her towel, she thumped down at the computer and whizzed through a few notifications. One was a ship-wide message with basic updates from the bridge, and like lightning she was struck with the memory of a favor the captain had asked of her before the mission. With her lower belly twisted into knots, she was dressed and back striding through the halls of the Enterprise in no time.
Parts of her red uniform stuck to her frame where her bronze skin was still damp and then a warm hand closed around her elbow, the accompanying calm voice stopping her from pulling away.
"Yasmine! I'm glad to see you made it back with the rest." Doctor Nyla Harlow smiled pleasantly and studied the taller woman over her glasses.
The ship's resident psychologist had been Yasmine's roommate at the Academy and still made it her job to check in on her old friend, even if that friend was never as forthcoming as she'd like.
"Hey Doc, look, I'm not really in the mood to chat a ton right now." Being broken off her task for the captain made Yasmine snap a little harsher than she intended.
"I completely understand." Always patient as the day is long, Nyla was unbothered by it but still continued to muse, "I was just trying to get a straight account of what happened out there, I only have bits and pieces so far."
Running through the list of others in her head, Yasmine quickly realized she'd be the best bet for recounting the mission firsthand. Even though she did it best while intoxicated, storytelling was definitely one of her fortes. And damn that woman's sweet countenance, how could she deny her? The captain could wait a few minutes.
"Nyla one, me zero," she quipped with a smirk and gestured toward the nearest conference room. "You get your story."
With the two extremities of heat and cold finally dissipated, the bruising along her leg started a dull ache which was best relieved when she propped it up in the chair next to her. Nyla sat directly across from her, no pen or paper to be found; this was just her listening.
"So the mission was a quick survey and analysis of Epsilon IV," Yasmine began confidently, "an ice planet on the surface with this kinda badass amphibious species living in the caves and bodies of water underground. It was all good and well, we got in undetected, surveyed their advancement level, and there weren't any imminent natural threats that they couldn't handle. But on the way out we got a little turned around…"
Flashback
"I thought you said this was the way out," Captain Kirk's hushed voice echoed off of the stone wall in front of them.
The tactical officer looked around sheepishly, shaking the nav system in his red-stained hand. "Sir, I can't – I don't know if this is working after it got cracked." The block of ice that fractured the nav had also scratched a chunk from his bared forearm.
Squishing footsteps echoed from far behind them and the foursome scrambled to the left, breaking into a run when the footsteps did the same. Sulu was in pace with Yasmine with the backpack full of equipment bouncing behind him.
"Roy, these samples are gonna freeze my spine soon, can you take this?"
"Not a good time to pause for anything!" she yelled back and felt a slick patch of ice skid under her feet.
Around the corner Kirk in the lead nearly fell right off a precipice into a lake hundreds of feet below, the only thing saving him being Sulu's grip on his hood. A quick flash of lights to her left yanked Yasmine's attention to more glass doors and she dashed toward them, the others hot on her heels.
When the doors slid shut behind them an extra locking mechanism echoed a click through the massive room filled with electronics, and a strange glow from above led the group to notice the ice ceiling far over their heads and the blurred blizzard whipping around beyond it.
"The Enterprise can't beam us up through that," Yasmine whispered mostly to herself, though it was enough to make the tactician run back and tug on the doors barring them in.
"There's a grate up there!" Kirk yelled and pointed to the far side of the room where sure enough a few square patches on the ceiling were allowing snow and sunlight to filter in.
Yasmine's gaze desperately scraped the room and soon noticed that despite the complexity of the electronics along the walls they were all lined with glass and an idea struck her when she zeroed in on the control panel not far under the grate.
"I can float us out of here!" Her cry echoed and they scrambled like a wobbly cluster of ice skaters across the room.
Sulu hoisted her to his shoulders with no hesitation and she slammed at the control panel with vague expertise of how the systems should work, though not without mishaps like blowing frosty air and lighting up an alarming array of flashes along the equipment.
Finally she unlocked the water systems controls and squeezed her eyes shut as she wrenched upwards on the lever that appeared. Out of every wall opened a massive tube that began blasting water into the room, gallons and gallons of hope to float them up.
Including from the tube in front of Sulu.
With a shout he was washed yards away and Yasmine fell to the side through the now-empty air below her to land with a bang on her shin, thankfully just out of reach of the tube. By the grace of an alien god it didn't feel broken but the accumulated water hadn't eased her fall so she still winced as Kirk helped her clamber to her feet.
"Sulu!" he was yelling at the mop of hair poking from the surface of the rushing water as the backpack of equipment was floating farther and farther away.
The tactical officer waded as fast as he could toward him, though it soon became swimming because of the sheer amount of water pouring in. Yasmine treaded water violently as she watched him drag Sulu's face up and smack him on the back to kickstart the sputtering.
Kirk suddenly gripped her forearm and pointed to tubes along the far wall where amphibian guards were now also pouring in with the water. Their red scales made them fearsome and sleek as each stroke brought them closer to the Enterprise crewmembers. But thankfully the officer, with a ragged Sulu in tow, made it back within an arm's length of Kirk first.
Yasmine called to him, "Captain, if I can shut off the water it should drag them away!"
"That means you've gotta get back under!" he responded without missing a beat. "Hang on to Sulu!"
The rising water had finally pushed them high enough for Kirk to start beating on the grate and have it fall open with a clang. He held onto the edge of the ceiling as the officer clung to him with one arm and Sulu with the other. Yasmine tugged under her snow jacket to make sure her wetsuit was tight around her neck and with one hand grasping Sulu's ankle she dove beneath the surface.
The icy water stung her face but was fortunately crystal clear. She swam directly toward the control panel while splashing sounds swishing closer served as a watery timer counting down. When her leash ran out, she was just able to stretch from Sulu's leg to get a firm grip on the lever. Just as she went to push it down, cracks began appearing in the glass covering the electronics.
Maybe the room wasn't built to handle this volume of water. Oh well.
With a cry that let loose some air bubbles she slammed the lever back down and immediately felt the pull of the water draining away. Pushing off of the wall, she resurfaced to cling harder to a dazed Sulu and watch breathlessly as the receding water dragged the guards away with it.
"I can't hold all of us," Kirk's cry came from the ceiling, "we have to get out!"
Since some of the cumulative bottom weight was still supported by the water, he was able to climb out and one by one pull the others to the icy surface, not stopping until Yasmine was safely on her feet as the snow nipped like hundreds of tiny whips across their faces…
End Flashback
"And then we ran and tumbled through the blizzard yelling energize, almost got separated a few times until we were finally beamed up," Yasmine finished with a shrug, pleased at how the tale turned out.
With her face carefully neutral, Nyla bobbed an encouraging nod. "And was the equipment recovered?"
"Not at all, it's probably still floating down there with their electronics that also might be damaged."
"And how does that make you feel?"
"Oh no," Yasmine laughed gruffly as per usual when that phrase came up, "that was the story, I'm good now."
A raise of Nyla's brows implored her to stay. "Yasmine, you can give me something."
"It felt cold and a little rushed there at the end." The sass was tangible and both women smiled fondly through it. Yasmine stood to make her way out of the room when Nyla's voice called again.
"Well at least seeing everyone in those wetsuits must have been entertaining. I'm always thrilled."
Yasmine gave a wry smirk from the doorway. "It's alright, Doc, I don't need cheering up."
The turbo lift at the end of the hallway was crowded but Yasmine still squeezed herself in with sheer determination and a bit of wiggling because she was not about to be kept from the captain's task any longer. She rode all the way up to the level below the bridge, giving a curt nod to the one yeoman left as she exited.
The click of her boots against the gleaming floors was lost in the pacing of passersby but shortly she found what she was looking for when it strolled assuredly around the corner.
Corridor traffic shifted to accommodate a path for Captain Kirk and his stride, and he addressed Yasmine directly as soon as the space would allow it. "Lieutenant Roy, you're looking rested. Are you still available today concerning that favor –"
"This is me reporting for duty, sir," she kept his gaze smoothly and her answer even smoother, "my apologies for the wait."
His head dipped in confirmation and he whisked away again, the faint minty scent of aftershave wafting over to Yasmine in his wake. Resounding purpose guided her steps the opposite direction around two corners left and one right and finally to an unassuming room off of an emptier corridor.
Room 4112 was a currently unoccupied living quarters that had served its purpose quite nicely thus far. Once inside, Yasmine keyed in the code to keep the door locked and whirled to face the figure at the other side of the room.
Kirk was leaned against the desk, the black shirt along his shoulders slouched comfortably with him. A warm grin had softened his face from commanding officer to regular carefree man, and it was that man that spoke to her this time.
"What was that with 'reporting for duty'? We're not robots, Yaz."
"Maybe it's best to act like it around other crewmembers." She shrugged off his teasing. "There can be a lot of prying eyes and ears out there."
"Well thank our lucky stars for 4112, hm?" He silently called her over to him with a crook of his finger and the smirk that she'd follow anywhere.
The space between them closed effortlessly through long strides and then his lips were on hers, capturing her breath and thoughts while everything else melted away. The familiar aftershave was that much stronger when she was pressed up against it and was a trigger for the desire igniting in her core.
Being friends with benefits had been established in a record three days after she was introduced to Kirk in San Francisco, and so it was an added bonus when she and a few fellow engineers were assigned to the Enterprise. After full threats to cut it off if any of his crew friends found out, Yasmine found absolute delight in the thrill of secrecy.
And the continued great sex, of course.
"Hey," he mumbled into her hair as practiced hands unzipped the back of her skirt, "we did good out there."
She was almost too caught up in nibbling marks into the base of his neck to reply. "Is this the time for evals, Jim?"
"Take the compliment, would ya? Captain's orders," he added with an alluring half-smile.
Using the weight of leaning back she helped lift his shirt off, all the while her eyes blazing hot with yearning against his. She let the heat simmer, anticipation sparking where their skin touched, and finally leaned forward to whisper, "Aye, captain," punctuating with a nip to his earlobe.
A low groan rumbled from his chest to hers and she was walked backwards until he could fall and enclose her against the bed, her skirt having dropped down and off along the way. One sweeping motion brought his entirety flush against hers and a burning kiss completed the seal, and all at once the room was almost too small for all the heat and friction.
He then wouldn't leave her jaw alone, nipping and pecking at her favorite maddening pace and then his goddamn smirk against her skin was enough to tear her in two. In turn her hands blindly explored down his body, first pulling at the sandy blonde spikes and then taking in a warm and heaving chest and skittering over muscles until she reached his pants. They'd never taken this long to strip totally down and it was obvious by the way he was nearly rutting into her hand that he was quite ready.
Yasmine bit into his lower lip, a tried and true method to daze him, and said, "You've got ten seconds to get those off."
"I also have yet to see these," he shot back, sneaking a hand up to grab her breast through her shirt.
She wriggled out of her offending articles as Kirk's hit the floor and then he was back on her, a sheen of sweat slick between them to ease the fresh skin together. Her lids fluttered at the delicious pressure and it was hard to imagine the icy struggles from hours earlier when the extent of her thoughts ended at his flesh.
"Finally." His eyes razed over her with delight at the effect the air against her was having and apparently he was thinking the same thing when he continued, "Still cold from Epsilon, hm?"
His sudden descent on her chest had her barking a laugh, his burning mouth tugging at the nipple with expertise he could put on a résumé. She was panting through an upcurved mouth and could feel herself nearly dripping at his ministrations while the familiar coil tightened in her belly under his happy trail.
Her fingers danced and reached the nape of his neck to find the spot where there should be grooves after how many times she'd scratched there, and finding that rhythm again she also rediscovered a retort. "That's funny, you usually say how you can't get enough of how hot I am."
His mouth flashed up to hers to press a silencing kiss. "Not that I've forgotten."
A wide smile bared her teeth against his and they nearly collided from how hard she kissed back, combating the frustratingly delicate pattern of his fingers tracing down her leg to hook an ankle behind his back. He was throbbing and it took a single thrust to fill her completely, stealing precious air from them that she would have gladly relinquished anyway.
He was a moaner and she echoed each one in a sinful harmony of rocking and rolling against him, needy hands pushing and grabbing and grasping for aide toward the blinding peak. The aide came as a single finger slipping down to massage her clit, the slow circles tearing at her sanity and she gripped him impossibly closer in an attempt to not slip away. With her teeth scraping at his shoulder, however, he grunted obscenely and shuddered as he came hard, the heat dragging her along to the reckless and breathless abandon.
Fire blazed to every nerve ending and staggering bliss rippled behind like the blustering winds of a solar storm, leaving her only able to clutch Kirk, gasping and murmuring vulgarities through gritted teeth. Stuttering hips rode them through the end until his forehead found its usual resting place between her breasts and she let herself melt into the duvet, happy to check 'relieve stress' off of her to-do list for that day.
He rolled off of her, nodding his thanks as their normal heartrates resurfaced. "Good shit, Yaz."
"Haven't lost our touch, I know."
The stillness of the room held no immediate responsibilities, something Yasmine looked forward to almost as much as the romp itself, and so it was with reluctance that she eventually peeled herself from Kirk and the bed and began to gather her strewn clothing.
"Don't forget the mission debriefing tomorrow at 0700," Kirk muttered before landing a slap to her ass where she was bent to scoop up her bra.
All she could manage was a pleased scoff when she faced his insolent smirk. He could never resist another touch and to stop herself for diving for round two, she countered, "You're actually doing one this time, hm?"
"Yeah, Pike will get on my ass if I don't."
"Tell him I already get your ass on the regular," she offered simply and disappeared into the tiny bathroom.
The faucet in 4112 was half broken but in order to not give them away she just dealt with the faint trickle it offered, meaning it took twice as long to splash warm water where it was necessary. The mirror begged for a swathe of her attention as well, and once her long tangles of hair no longer screamed clandestine sex she redressed and strutted back out past Kirk.
"See you on the bridge in a bit, Captain," she said and waited for a reply, but stopped by the door when a loud snore rang out.
Yasmine turned and regarded him where he was sprawled even wider on the bed than before, dead asleep. Tiring pleasure was as good as a tranquilizer for him and all she could do was toss his shirt over him for decency in case he was found later, a shrewd grin tugging at her lips.
"The best and brightest still get naps, apparently."