Notes: Academy era fic. Het. Fluff. This story is a one shot and is complete.
A Surprising Kind of Guy
(or why Gailia shouldn't listen to gossip)
Jim Kirk likes to cuddle. This was news to Gaila.
She doesn't make assumptions about people when she has to face others making assumptions about her every day but she likes to think she has a talent for being finely tuned to her bed mates and being able to anticipate their needs. She's usually successful at sensing what might make her sleeping partners happy and she'd gotten no signals that Jim Kirk would be a cuddly kind of guy.
Okay, so maybe she did assume a little. It's hard not to when there are so many stories about him spreading around like wildfire all over the campus and even beyond.
Gossip indicated that Jim was what some called a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy and after their first encounter together Gaila had gone to sleep expecting to wake alone.
It had, she was forced to admit, taken her by surprise when Jim had pulled her into his arms and had fallen asleep stroking her hair in a soothing, rhythmatic way that could only be described as tender.
An even bigger surprise came when he was not only still there when she'd awoken the next morning, but when he'd gone and found some food and brought it back to her dorm with him so they could take breakfast together.
No one had ever brought her breakfast before.
The more time Gaila spends in Jim's company, the more she comes to realise that most of the stories about him are either grossly exaggerated or completely untrue altogether. She doesn't doubt there is a seed of truth to some of what's said (that thing Cadet Smith said Jim could do with his tongue? Totally true, much to Gaila's utter delight) ; most rumours don't just appear from thin air but she's experienced in human interaction enough, now, that she's confident in her ability to seperate fact from fiction.
Gossip, though, is usually just that, and it becomes evident that a fair number of those who claim to have been intimate with Jim haven't spent any time with him because some of the things people say are so different to the things Gaila has actually experienced that they have to be fiction, the over-active imaginations of clueless girls not above ogling Jim Kirk like he's a piece of meat but too inexperienced and timid to do anything about their childish crushes.
Gaila wonders how many people see the same Jim that she does.
Not enough, she suspects, as Jim presses against her in the dark, warm and solid and very close.
(FIN)
