I DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHTS TO STAR TREK SERIES. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE CREATORS AND CREW OR WHATEVER – DON'T SUE ME!

Chapter 2: Mission Training

A/N: I'm gonna do the same as I did with Fionna and Finn's Mad Cravings and start from the last chapter of before…Enjoy! It's really long to make up for the lateness...Read on!

A few hours later into the early morning, the two roll together in Kirk's bed and make more passionate, endless love. Completely exhausted at five am Uhura parts from her soundly sleeping lover and dresses for early morning mission training.

However being the light sleeper that he is, Kirk wakes up and kisses her. She pulls away with a smirk. "See you in the mission, Captain Kirk."

Kirk smiles at her as she exits his quarters. "And until we meet again…" He mutters under his breath.

Jim gets dressed for mission training, following Uhura's lead. He walks out into the corridor with a bounce in his step at getting in bed with the most gorgeous girl on the ship – the Lieutenant. Does he have game or does he have game?!"

He turns the corner, running into his friend, Spock. They greet each other as usual – jumping right into conversation.

"I can read that you look particularly happy this early morning, Captain, what exactly has you in for such a good mood?" Jim smirks cockily as he adjusts his watch, checking the time and deciding they'll make perfect time as long as they keep this steady quick pace.

"Oh nothing, just a thing called sex, Spock, that's all." The half Vulcan makes a face of distaste or perhaps even confusion – a rare look for the male.

"Oh, I am sorry I did not realize your glow was due to coitus or sexual intercourse. I should not have asked, let us forget I ever did shall we?" Kirk laughs at his friend's discomfort and nods his head in agreement with his plan.

"So what's our mission based on today?" Kirk asks his first officer. "I believe it's a stimulation once again involving the Narada."

Jim groans in annoyance. "Uh, like we need to relive that again." Spock nods, taking his statement and emotions into consideration. Though he knows Spock Prime told him to do what's right – not logical. So Spock nods in agreement with his Captain. "The memory is bad enough in my opinion." Spock says, carrying on their conversation as they reach their destination – the crew is already present.

Jim Kirk immediately takes control, plopping himself down in his favored Captain's chair. "Okay everyone let's get this show on the road okay?" he tries his best to avoid Uhura's direction altogether – he can't manage seeing her without lust clouding his vision with the desire to rip off her clothing and explore the inside of her body. He now knows he will never be able to look at his Lieutenant without picturing that gorgeous body of hers naked and sweaty.

"Tell me how our enemy's looking." Kirk commands in a sturdy, tough voice. "His shields are down and he's wide open but we detect there's some other kind of force field they're using."

"Do we fire?" Kirk squirms a bit in his chair, lounging now in a more comfortable position. "No, don't, let's tease them, ready for fire."

"We're are ready, Captain."

"What's their response?"

"Aha, their force field has strengthened, telling from the position and range I would say it's a reflective field – anything we throw at them will bounce back at us."

"Ok, then we'll have to attack from the inside." Jim Kirk stands up and points to Spock and Uhura. "You two are coming with me – we're beaming onto the Narada. Come on Lieutenant and First Officer, it's time."

The usual brave Nyota Uhura finds herself sheepishly avoids the Captain's strong gaze. Spock fails to pick up on her discomfort and of course Uhura wasn't going to confide her emotions in him.

The trio step onto the teleporters (A/N: is that even a word?!) and beam onto the enemy ship, undetected.

Kirk looks up a map of the ship they just boarded and waves over his officers. "Okay, let's go to their controls – by that I mean let's disable their reflective field." Nyota and Spock in nod in agreement, "Sounds good." Uhura replies and the team make their way to the ship's controls.

Once there Kirk asks his Lieutenant what he needs to do to terminate their protective field. "According to the read I'm getting from the Enterprise, screw off the left panel and you should find a red and green bundle of wires." Jim does as told and unscrews the panel to find a mess of wires and circuits.

"OK, what now?"

"Hhmm, let's see…is there a thick blue wire somewhere in there?" The Captain nods as he holds it between his fingers. "Ok cut it and that should disable the whole reflective field's activation system." Kirk snips it with an immediate alarm ringing in response. He curses under his breath as Spock looks around, pushing his Captain out of the way and kneeling in front of the exposed panel.

Without telling the others his intentions, Spock proceeds to yanking the blue wire out completely before snipping two other red wires. The alarm stops just as quickly as it came on.

"Wait, what the hell did you just do? How did you do that?"

"I take from your response to my saving our secrecy that you are astounded by my sudden knowledge of this ship, Captain. However I reassure you to not be alarmed at this, I have been studying up on this ship's technology ever since we last encountered. I now know it inside and out – and so by this additional knowledge I suggest we beam ourselves back onto the ship before we are captured." Kirk nods after a glance at the stunned Uhura and they shrug at each other.

They are beamed back onto the Enterprise where Kirk takes his Captain's chair once again. "Ok, is their reflective field down now?"

"Yes, Captain, completely disabled."

"Are we clear to fire?"

"Yes, securing target."

"Fire when ready." The confident Captain commands and they shoot, the Narada explodes and the stimulation is completed with victory.

Jim stands and stretches, heading towards the door. He casually and skillfully slips Nyota a note, a simple gesture that goes unnoticed by the rest of the crew members.

Once everyone leaves and Uhura is alone she unfolds the small piece of paper. With Kirk's unmistakable handwriting scrawled hurriedly across the paper it reads:

Meet me during lunch in the supply closet near my quarters.

J. T. Kirk

After quickly reading the message Uhura tears it up and throws it into the trash. She wonders curiously what he has in store for her. He certainly took control this morning she thought; it's as if there contact earlier had no effect on him at all. It disappointed her.

The Lieutenant is surprised to find she wanted him to be a bit flustered at their actions – she wanted to have a lasting effect on the famous charmer James T. Kirk. But perhaps the handsome dangerously charming man couldn't be spellbound.

Nevertheless Nyota carefully slips into the supply closet he said to meet him in during lunch hours. Uhura closes the door behind her, leaving her in complete and utter darkness. But this isn't a problem for her considering she's never been afraid of the dark.

She senses someone else's presence with her in the small, cramped space as suddenly she's grabbed by the waist and flung into the shelves of the closet.

She smells him first– his alluring scent, her take charge Captain Kirk. She smiles as he kisses her neck sweetly; nipping at her earlobe as his hands roam her body freely.

Despite her protests Jim leaves her body to lock the door and pulls on the string to turn on the dim, fading light bulb. Finally Nyota's able to take in her Captain's muscular body, still dressed in his uniform. His usual light blue marbles of eyes are now their familiar shade darker whenever they act together sexually, that much she has come to know and now expect.

Before she can even blink Kirk's on her once again, pinning her toned back to the shelf with his own body; he peppers her neck and jaw line with kisses as his hands smoothly unzips her uniform, exposing her bra and just enough of her panties for a little fun.

Nyota's hand creeps up the shelf to grab the wood above her. She moans as Jim's hand slips into her uniform and under the waistband of the thin, lavender cotton of her panties. His long slender fingers run through the black curly pubic hair of her mound. Her breath hitches in her throat as he reaches her slit, sliding two fingers inside her easily and pumping in and out.

Meanwhile his mouth smothers hers with his complete and utter attention. Their tongues collide together, swirling around inside their warm, wet mouths.

All the while Kirk's hand continues to pump in and out of her wet heat. Uhura decides to return the favor as she unzips his uniform also, sticking her fragile hand down his pants and into his boxers. Her small gentle hand returns his gestures towards her – running her delicate fingers through his brown pubic hair towards his pulsing manhood.

Jim groans into her lips as her soft palm wraps around him firmly and begins tugging playfully. The couple pulls apart and stares deep into each other's eyes. Jim never breaks eye contact with her as he gauges her reaction to him pushing flush against her, his erection rubbing against her womanhood.

Nyota's head goes back a little as she gasps, her beautiful brown eyes never leaving his pupils holding the blue crystal sea.

Her eyes dart down to his red swollen lips as the corners of them begin to tug upwards in a genuine smile of satisfaction at her reaction. To get back at him, Uhura tightens her hold on his straining cock and grazes the oozing head with a feathery lightness.

This small gesture sends shivers and chills up Kirk's spine as he grunts and groans at her actions. "I can't take anymore teasing." He pants – uttering their first words since meeting.

Jim Kirk, her Captain, takes her hands off of him and tugs himself out, yanking her panties down to uncover just enough of the places he needs.

The daring and fearless Captain then proceeds to grabbing his Lieutenant by the thighs and wrapping her around his waist as he slams her back into the shelf. Pleasure racks Nyota's body just as Jim leads himself into her sopping entrance.

Nyota Uhura is a little bit higher than his head though he's usually taller than her by at least three inches. Kirk looks up at his lover just to capture her natural given beauty. Her dark brown hair is a tad damp and plastered a bit to her chocolate forehead. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut while she bites her full lower lip to keep from crying out or screaming.

Turned on and driven further with confidence at her joy and ecstasy, Kirk scrunches up his face with the effort of thrusting into her deeper than before. This causes Uhura to arch her back, her other arm coming down from the shelf to grip Jim's neck, tangling into his soft dirty blond hair.

As their ends near due to Jim's hard and determined thrusts into her walls, Kirk speeds up brutally, slamming himself into her over and over again.

Uhura shudders as her walls twitch, grabbing the back of his head and crushing their lips together to swallow her passionate shrieks of pleasure.

Kirk manages one more powerful shove into her – setting off the explosion of her orgasm and his own. Nyota's walls clench around him tightly as he shoots off his semen into her. The pair pulls apart panting into each other's faces before Jim slips out of her to her disappointment.

He frames her face with his hands and kisses her passionately as he tucks himself back into his pants. They help each other zip up and make sure they look normal enough. Kirk checks his watch to see they took up all of lunch.

"Okay, first you leave and I'll wait about ten minutes before leaving." They nod in agreement and as a parting goodbye, she kisses her commanding Captain sincerely – not wanting to part from him at all. Once they pull apart she leans over to his ear and whispers, "I want to stay here with you forever – frozen in time with your magnificent member inside me. Tell me it will be just that someday…please Kirk."

Her words spring wetness to his eyes incredulously, James T. Kirk hardly ever cries…ever. However it seems the passionate Lieutenant Nyota Uhura is changing that. Jim pulls away to look at her, bravely showing his glassy blue eyes, baring his vulnerability to her in an act of trust and love.

James T. Kirk would rather die than let a woman he's attracted to and loves witness him in such a sensitive and exposed state. There's always the nagging paralyzing fear of her taking his weakness and using it against him – hurting him in a way he'll be forced to repair with meaningless sex.

But he's once again misjudged her. Because Uhura's stunning eyes grow sorrowful and sympathetic. She searches his face in a pursuit of some clue to her love's sudden despair.

Uhura reaches out a soft hand to caress and touch his chiseled jaw. Kirk closes his eyes, giving into her heavenly touch. He rests his cheek into her smooth palm as she pulls him into a tight embrace despite his reluctance to do so. Her head rests in the crook of his neck as his arms curl around her waist, pressing her to him. "Why are you about to cry, Jim?" Nyota murmurs into his neck and she hears him sniffle.

"I'm just shocked I guess."

"At what?" she asks, and it almost makes him cry more to hear the sincere care in her sweet voice.

"At someone as full of passion, beauty and knowledge like you to love a broken sap like me." He answers mournfully. Uhura tightens her hold on him, squeezing his chest. "That's not true, you are many things James T. Kirk but a sap is definitely not one of them. And you are far from broken. I've seen broken – I know it…and you just don't fit. Now pull yourself together goddammit or I swear to God I'm gonna kick your ass out of this closet." Kirk laughs lightly at her rare swearing and threat.

"Okay, okay," Jim breaks away from her comforting warmth as she stares up into his red puffy eyes, seeing if he's ok now. "Are you alright?" he nods, wiping the dried tears from his cheeks.

"That's it. I can't let you walk around this ship by yourself. Do you think the Captain would let me take the rest of the day off for a friend?"

Jim smirks, brightening a bit at her words and shrugging. "I believe so." They smile at each other before checking to see if the hallway's clear before slipping into Kirk's quarters.

THE END FOR NOW

TBC

A/N: juicier, juicy, sour lemon in next chapter. Really, really sorry for the late update! Really busy week and just saw the movie Oblivion. It's confusing ok later, chow! REVIEW!