Hey, guys!
This is just going to be a short multichaptered fic. It's going to be a bit raunchy, you should know! So if you are opposed, you may want to check out now...
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Star Trek, the characters, the actors, even the Academy - but I don't! This story is mine, however, so do not steal!
I laid stomach down on my bed, my nose buried in my PADD. "About time you got back! Did you have fun?" I called, hearing the door quietly click shut behind my sneaky Orion roommate.
"Damn it, Nyota, you scared me," she said. I sat up to look at her, not overly shocked at her state of dress... Or lack thereof.
"Looks like you did."
"Of course I did. You know how Edyne from astrophysics really rocks my starship - did I tell you how he's part Tellarite?" she remarked happily, twisting a small green finger in her curly hair. "Sorry, did I keep you up?" she asked me on her way to the closet, stripping off her tattered clothes as she went.
"Eh, I was reading anyway," I told her, my black-cherry polished fingernails moving to mark my page. I glanced to the clock, the red blinking letters reading 2:24.
Hmm, she's home early.
"Nyota, that better be erotica or something good," she said with a laugh, pulling a nightie over her head.
"Accounts From The Temporal Cold War," I told her matter-of-factly, to which she groaned.
She walked over, sitting at the edge of my bed. "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" I asked her, raising my eyebrow - an impression not quite yet mastered. Not that I practiced in the mirror or anything...
"It's like you torture yourself or something. You never have fun."
"I enjoy what I do. You wouldn't believe who gave me the sweetest compliment today - "
She held up her hand up in a very immature gesture. "Excuse me, but unless that person was a certain Interspecies Ethics and Advanced Phonology Professor whom you aide, I don't see why you care."
I rolled my eyes, opening my mouth to deny it, but she interrupted me.
"Oh, don't you even try to deny it, Nyota Uhura! If you would just stop staring him with those big, brown doe eyes of yours throughout your sessions you might be fucking him by now. Over him already, even." "Why would I want to be over him?"
"Ha! Knew it!" She pointed her finger at me victoriously and I sighed, placing my PADD on my bedside table.
"I've tried, alright?" "Sure, sure," she said passively, "I've seen you flirt, Ny. It probably never even crossed his mind that he could get laid."
She bounced her hair over her shoulder dramatically.
"You've never seen me flirt!"
"Well it's not like he's gay or something," she retorted, taking a small, pink nail file from her bedside table and started wildly buffing. She suddenly froze, a smile spreading to her lips.
"No," I asserted, shaking my head for effect.
She laughed wickedly. "Well, it's either that or he's completely asexual."
"He is not asexual!" I exclaimed hotly.
"Then you admit he's gay," she said flippantly before returning to her nails, a smirk on her face.
I groaned. "Oh, stop doing that!"
"Doing what?" she asked me innocently, looking at me up from under her lashes.
"That... That thing that you always do, making me say one thing and sound like I mean another!"
"Come on, Ny! I wouldn't have even believed he had anything down there if I hadn't come across Vulcan erotica. Did you know it was green?" she asked me excitedly before getting up to brush her teeth, "Think about it, Nyota."
And I did, more than I thought I would. When aiding him I could no longer gaze at him with only admiration. I was suspicious and that made me sloppy. When I looked at his fingers, its strong digits flicking across his PADD effortlessly, I no longer thought of the many ways they could be bringing me to bliss but what men they could have been caressing the night before! I eventually came to a point where I had to know.
I took a deep breath before turning to my crazy, orion roommate. "Gaila, I need your help."
The wide grin that followed sent chills up my spine.
R&R