Wasn't It A Joke?

Nyota Uhura rolls her eyes with a groan as her Captain steps onto the turbo lift with her. He was well aware of her irritation at his presence and smirks amusingly at her.

As soon as the doors slide shut he turns to face her. "Am I really that bad?"

"No."

"Thank you."

"You're worst." Jim purses his lips and crosses his arms over his chest as his crystalline eyes graze over her controlled manner.

"Why do you try so hard to deny your attraction to me?" Nyota finally loses it with his enormous ego threatening to suffocate her.

"I don't know; why do you assume that every woman in the whole galaxy wants to be with you?!"

"I don't." Nyota sighs and shakes her head, folding her arms also.

"I assume every woman and man wants to be with me." Jim was having way too much fun with teasing his best Lieutenant.

She groans and he chuckles when her smoldering glare turns on him though the Captain cannot deny the beauty in them.

"You make me sick of how full of yourself you really are! You should slow down Captain; you might choke; though that'd be perfectly fine with me."

Jim presses the button to stop the turbo lift, Nyota gawking at him with shock. "You have some nerve."

"And you don't? Look, Nyota I'm only bantering you but the way you get so angry over it leads me to think there's something more that you're hiding."

Nyota snorts and shakes her head, prepared to throw her words at him before he stops her.

"No! Don't talk, just listen! I don't mean to come off as a big jerk or like I'm so conceited! It's just me; it's just my personality; that's how comfortable I am in my own skin. I show it by flocking around women who will never even go out with me. No one ever gives me the time of day to really find out what I'm like. It's only joking; you're no more special to me than the woman who brings me awful coffee every morning."

Nyota's surprised at his confession and genuine explanation to her. She's also shocked at the prick of hurt in her heart at his last comment. What could it mean? What is she feeling right now?

Jim nods to see that she understands. "We good?"

"We're good." Uhura murmurs and presses the button for the lift to continue. Jim faces forward and waits a few moments.

"So you want to reward me by permitting me access to stick my tongue down your throat?" Jim expects her to groan with bitter sarcasm and a biting rejection; but when none comes he cocks an eyebrow in bewilderment.

The Captain is startled to see his Lieutenant's brooding dark eyes staring at him intently. Kirk only wanted to lighten the mood but has instead done the opposite with his sexual josher, the air in the turbo lift somehow becoming sticky and humid with want and desire.

Nyota gnaws on her bottom lip before shifting on her feet and uttering, "Actually I do." The Lieutenant is just as dazed at her response as he is. She watches her Commanding Officer's face drop as he stammers, trying to say something – anything.

How could this be happening? He thinks to himself, his head whirling to function correctly. Finally Jim shakes his head and says, "Lieutenant, I -"

Suddenly Nyota feels her heart flutter and she lets her mind fade to black as she rushes forward in two steps and grabs her Captain's face, pulling it down to her own and standing on her tiptoes to kiss him desperately.

They stumble backwards until Nyota presses Jim's body into the wall with her own. Their lips compliment each other in raw curiosity at the taste. Jim's eyes are wide as her lips coax his, still baffled by the kiss. However he quickly recovers enough to close his eyes and place his hands comfortably on her waist.

When Nyota abruptly grows daring and greedy she gathers the courage to slip out her tongue to taste the plumpness of Jim's top lip and the corners of his mouth, sliding over the line where the two lips meet.

Jim moans in pleasant shock at his Lieutenant's tongue prying his mouth open and entwining her muscle with his. With this signal Jim let's himself go.

Kirk's hands tighten around her waist, pressing her closer to him and growling deep within his throat as he flips them – his hands sliding down to her thighs, lifting her up and slamming her back into the wall. Jim hastily stops the lift again while Nyota locks her ankles around him and whimpers at his erection digging into her stomach.

Jim pulls away from her lips and grunts into her open mouth, looking into her glazed eyes. He feels Nyota's impatient hands slip between them and down to his black trousers. Kirk grabs her hands in a vise like grip. Nyota gasps and looks into his eyes, confused and stunned to his actions.

"Be sure you want this because once we do it there's no going back…I won't let us. So make sure that I won't be your regret later." His voice has grown serious along with his face.

Nyota nods slowly and Jim frees her hands as their lips meet eagerly and her fingers work into his pants, shoving down his briefs and pulling him out.

"I am…I promise…" Nyota breathes into his mouth. Jim smiles against her lips while his hands shove at her short uniform skirt, hiking it up to her thighs and tearing off her lace panties with an animalistic nature. He trails kisses down her neck.

"Those were my favorite panties." Nyota whispers.

"I'll buy you some new ones."

"You better."

They kiss clumsily and Jim places his hands on the wall as he moves closer to her entrance. Nyota sighs and closes her eyes, turning her head to the side in preparation – it's been so long.

But Jim stops and commands her to look at him – it's the Captain's authority in his voice that makes her do it and the fact that she'd do anything for him.

"You're gonna watch us join and you're gonna like it."

"Oh yes I wi -" That's all Nyota gets out because Jim gently pushes into her. They rock together a few minutes before Nyota tugs at her ponytail.

Jim's hands lift up to stop her. "What?" she asks breathlessly.

"Leave it up; if you should know anything about me it's that I have a hair fetish."

"What do you mean?"

"Pigtails, ponytails, braids – I love it all."

"Well I also have a fetish."

"Like what?"

"I have a hand fetish; more like a finger fetish if you will."

"Wha -" Just then Nyota takes Jim's hand off the wall and draws his index finger into her warm wet mouth, swirling her tongue around it and suckling softly. Jim is transfixed as he watches her eat his finger like it's a popsicle. His finger slips out of her mouth with a soft wet pop and Nyota's tongue darts out to lick it one last time.

Jim draws in a cold breath of air. "That's hot."

"I'm glad you think so. Most guys don't like it and I've even been broken up with over it."

"Well their dicks."

"I bet they like them too." Jim chuckles and feels their ends nearing. They finish together and Jim tucks himself into his pants.

He drops Nyota to the floor and she tugs down her skirt. Jim presses the button for the turbo lift to continue. Kirk takes the opportunity to zip and button up his pants.

Suddenly thoughts of doubt begin to rush through Nyota's head, her hands beginning to shake uncontrollably.

"No, no, no, we shouldn't have done this, we shouldn't have done this." Jim turns to her and grabs her face. "No, listen to me Nyota, we both wanted to do this – just talk to me."

"I'm sorry but I can't – I'm sorry Kirk." It's the last thing Nyota says to him before walking out of the turbo lift.

"But you promised me…"

TBC