A small little ficlet written for the lovely urbancate's Commentfic - a - thon on LJ.
Laced In My DNA
There are strings, synthesizers, and the repetitive beat of an electronic drum when he enters a room; her skin beads with sweat in his presence and the pace of her heart increases. It's been this way since Uhura met Jim. Despite this, she refuses to yield to his charms. Her face is a pillar of stone providing no insight about how she truly feels but the moisture pools between her legs an undeniable indication that every part of her being stands on high alert only for him. She lets the feeling overtake her, like a toxin merging with her cells becoming an integral piece of her DNA.
A cancer consuming what is healthy and right within her.
That's Jim, the disease for which there is no cure.
She loses herself in her studies; forgetting his crystal blue eyes and cherry red lips, with the touch and taste of her chosen copper blooded lover.
Resistance is futile.
It's a thin visage revealed on the nights she hears him nipping and teasing the clit of her friend in the next bed. Nyota's fingers slip between her folds and privately she tumbles into a blinding orgasm that threatens to release her from the sanity she values. She swears that there's something different in his swagger when their eyes next meet. A knowing smirk graces the lips she desires to feel at the base of her neck, small of her back, and swell beneath her behind.
"Kiss me here."
She says to the man with the chocolate brown eyes. He complies pressing his mouth to the unblemished skin covering the column of her spine.
Nothing…
Her lids lift and her eyes roll to the back of her head, "Again." She whispers softly, allowing her mind to play tricks on her body.
There's only one cure for the cancer that has seeped into the marrow of her bones.
Nyota speaks no words when her finger presses the button to pause the lift. Her eyes do not drift from his as she slips a hand beneath the golden tunic lining his frame. She doesn't miss the glint of desire that passes across the pupils boring holes into her skin. The breath that slips from his lips before his tongue traces the perfect pout her lips creating a chemical reaction that she's sure to enjoy.
Jim's toxic, but in that moment, when he pulls her closer, nips at her chin, and grinds the hardness straining his pants against her thigh, Nyota knows that she too invaded his system and took total control.