"Uhura."

"What?"

"Uhura."

"What?!"

"Uhura."

"What, Jim?!"

He holds her from behind, and she goes still and unloving in his grasp. "What's wrong, baby?"

"What do you think is wrong?" she spits out, looking down.

He rubs her arms, up and down. "Well, if we're going by what you said yesterday, apparently I don't think, so…" He grins to himself, but she can feel it.

"You don't. You're stupid." She says it coldly but there's forgiveness in it as well.

"Really? You think I'm stupid?...Because I chose you," he taunts.

She turns to face him and tenderly holds his face. "I still hate you." She's slowly grinning now, and Jim laughs.

"I know you do, I know you do-." He's cut off by a kiss before she can finish, his hands go in her hair, and they're alright again.