I love Uhura and Spock! But in an attempt to be a little different, I decided to have some fun with her relationship with Kirk. I hope you still enjoy! These are short and random because then there's no pressure to update :)

The Walk Of Shame

"Well I'll be damned." Jim Kirk smiled. He'd recognize that silky ponytail anywhere in the galaxy. But, at six am, there could be only reason she'd be walking so quickly back to the dorms.

He jogged up quietly behind her, now able to notice that her always perfect ponytail was slightly disheveled.

Yup. Only one reason.

"Never thought I'd see you doing the walk of shame," he said.

Uhura jumped, clearly startled. Turning, her brown eyes grew wide. "Kirk! What are you doing here?"

Smudged make-up – check. Wrinkled uniform – check.

"We both know what I'm doing here. The question is, what are you doing here?"

She stepped back, putting her hands on her hips. "I fell asleep in the language lab and I don't appreciate you implying that I was…that I am…whatever."

"The language lab? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"

Shaking her head, she turned to continue walking and he fell in step beside her.

"So who were you 'studying' with?" he asked, making finger quotes.

She glared at him, quickening her pace. "Why don't you go back to whatever tramp's room you just snuck out of? It's not like you're going to go to class anyway."

"What are you talking about? I was 'studying.'" As he made finger quotes again, Uhura slapped his hands.

"Shut up. I really was. I have a big test today."

Jim stopped. "Now see, that's just sad."

Uhura stopped as well, turning to face him. "What? That I want to succeed? To perform well? To not flunk out of the academy like some people?"

"That you would rather spend the night studying than actually enjoying yourself. I don't know why you don't let loose a little."

Uhura looked him up and down, as though pondering what he said. Suddenly she smiled, tilting her head to the side. "Oh, I know how to have fun," she said in a surprisingly low and sexy voice.

Jim sucked in a sudden breath as she stepped closer to him. "You could have fooled me," he said, smirking despite the sudden racing in of his heart.

"See," she continued, moving even closer, "my 'fun' is a little different than your fun."

He swallowed, her face now mere inches from his. Damn, she's hot was all he could think.

"When I'm in that lab, all by myself, I get this rush," she said in that intoxicating voice. "All that information. All that knowledge. Just waiting to be discovered."

She paused, staring into his eyes. Jim attempted to chuckle, but it came out as more of a strangled wheeze.

Her hand moved up to his jacket, playing with the collar. Her exotic floral scent assaulted his senses, making him slightly dizzy. "Hearing all those dialects, all those languages just makes we want to…" here, she licked her lips, making them wet and shimmery.

Jim couldn't stop staring at them as she talked, feeling like he couldn't breath.

As though aware of his sudden obsession with her mouth, she leaned slightly closer. "Even the words are sexy. Like syntax. Say syntax."

"S-Syntax."

"Staccato."

He swallowed again, licking his own lips. "Staccato."

She smiled, leaning impossibly closer. "Subspace frequency."

Jim opened his mouth but, for the life of him, he forgot how to speak.

"You see, Jim, for people like me, studying is more than a task." She bit her lip, leaning forward so her lips barely touched his ear. Her warm breath brushed against his neck, sending goosebumps to places he didn't even know could have goosebumps, and whispered, "Much more."

Pulling back, she winked before spinning on her heel and heading back to her dorm.

Jim stood, unable to move, one thought coursing through his mind.

"I have got to study more."