A/N: I've been splitting each chapter into two because they always end up being like ten or sixteen pages. It's an awesome thing! I love it! I hope you guys are too though because loving something that no one else does is just sad.

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Rating: M (sexual content)

Chapter 3

THE FOLLOWING MORNING

Nyota woke up to the smell of cooking, more specifically, bacon and eggs. After Jim left last night, Uhura had no nightmares and she was very grateful.

Nyota stands up and stretches. She takes a quick shower and brushes her teeth before walking downstairs.

And there's her Captain, smiling at her and cooking in her own kitchen. "Good morning, sunshine. Sleep well?"

"Sure did. Jim…are you cooking?"

"Well flippin' a flapjack isn't called anything else." Kirk returns his attention to the pan, flipping the flapjack again before sliding it onto a plate. He catches Nyota staring at him and looks up, slightly amused. "What, you didn't think I could cook?"

Nyota slowly shakes her head no. "Of course not, why would you?" Jim shrugs at that and turns off the stove.

Uhura towel dries her hair but it still remains damp and shiny. "I like your hair."

Nyota laughs, smiling at him. "Thanks. So what all did you make?"

"Uh…bacon, eggs, grits, flapjacks, toast and biscuits. I went all out for my first morning in Africa."

"You wanna go see some of my favorite places today? I don't have to start planning the funeral until tomorrow."

"Yeah sure but," Jim points a finger at her and furrows his brows, "you mean we don't have to start planning the funeral until tomorrow, right?"

"Right. Let's dig in." Jim laughs and gestures to the feast with a smile. The two of them eat together in the dining room. After they finish she realizes just how good of an idea it was to take Jim.

He distracts her from the emptiness of the house. Just then when they were in the dining room she completely forgot about the vacant chairs around them.

Nyota and Jim quickly get dressed and meet in the garage. Jim gapes at the wide variety of cars around them of course he goes right to the red corvette that matched his father's. Kirk runs his hand over the hood and pops it to look at the brilliant engine in perfect condition.

Uhura crosses her arms over her chest and smirks at the scene of Jim being so happy and awed. "You happy?"

"No…ecstatic and jumping for joy; can I please drive this? I promise I won't crash it over a ravine."

Nyota laughs at his joke and nods, already walking forward to sit in the passenger side. "Well, come on, big boy, I'll tell you where to go." Jim fist pumps the air before sliding into the driver's seat. Nyota throws him the keys she already picked up from the key room.

"You knew I was gonna pick this one." She nods.

"Of course you would. There wasn't a doubt in my mind. Come on, I know you wanna hear the engine purr." A shiver runs down Jim's spine when she actually purrs like a cat. He shoves the key into the ignition and whoops with excitement when the car roars to life, vibrating all around them. He turns to face Nyota who is laughing at his reaction.

Jim takes her face in his hands and kisses her passionately before rolling the lid down and pulling out of the garage.

"Well…where to?"

It takes a few seconds for Nyota to recover from her surprise at the kiss. "Just drive straight and take a left when you come to a dirt road."

"Cool...hey, what kind of music do they play in Africa?" Before Nyota can answer, (though she's not really sure if he wants her to) Jim turns on the radio, letting a very unfamiliar sound burst through the speakers.

Jim makes a face as he listens to it and glances to Nyota who strangely, has her eyes closed and head bowed. "Hey what is this?" Nyota holds up a finger and Jim patiently waits until the end of the song.

Nyota turns it down and shifts to face him. "That, was a highly religious song. It used to be my religion before I moved to the states."

"Why did it sound so weird?"

"It's in Swahili, Jim, it's my native language."

"So you're fluent?" Nyota nods now rolling her head back and letting the wind thrash her hair around.

"Say something."

"Like what?"

Jim shrugs, "I don't know, anything."

Nyota thinks before deciding on her favorite poem. She turns to face Jim's profile as he continued driving.

"Mimi chukua lenu moya na mimi (mimi chukua kitu katika angu moya)

Mimi ni kamwe bila (kokote mimi enda wewe enda, angu mpenzi, na ote ni fanyika kwa tu mimi ni lenu kitendo, angu kipenzi)."

Nyota struggles to remember the words to the poem with the way Jim is looking at her. Jim's piercing blue gaze is trained on her, awe and admiration written on his face.

"Mimi hofu sio kura (kwa wewe ni angu kura, angu tamu) mimi taka sio dunia (kwa zuri wewe ni angu dunia, angu kweli) na wewe ni ote a mwezi ina wakati dhani na ote a jua tuta wakati imba ni wewe

A wewe enda, angu mpenzi, na ote ni fanyika kwa tu mimi ni lenu kitendo, angu kipenzi)

Mimi hofu sio kura (kwa wewe ni angu kura, angu tamu) mimi taka sio dunia (kwa zuri wewe ni angu dunia, angu kweli) na wewe ni ote a mwezi ina wakati dhani na ote a jua tuta wakati imba ni wewe

Hapa ni the siri sio moja anajua

(Hapa ni the chanzo kwa the chanzo na the tumba kwa the tumba na the uwingu kwa the uwingu kwa a mti simu maisha; amba unaota juu kupita roho weza tumaini au ubongo weza banza)

Na huyu ni the staajabu huo ni shikas the nyotas apart

Mimi chuckua enu moya (mimi chukua kitu katika angu moya)."

Nyota failed to notice when they had stopped at the end of the dirt road. They had arrived at her favorite place.

"We're here!"

"Nyota…that was…absolutely beautiful."

The Lieutenant feels herself blush and looks away. "It's not like you didn't just hear it on the radio."

Jim shakes his head when she looks back at him. "No, those people singing the language was…pretty, at best, you made it beautiful."

Nyota stares into the bluest eyes she's ever known, now playing with the hem of her laced sundress. Only Jim could resort Uhura to such nervousness; around any and everyone else the Lieutenant is known for her famous steel nerve and steady hands.

"How?" Nyota's voice is a thin whisper though Jim manages to catch it.

He shakes his head again. "I don't know, maybe it's how the pronunciation of each word makes your lips move or your artistic tongue, the natural gentle sound of your voice."

Jim is relaxed in the driver's seat, eyes locked with Nyota's, his arm bent over the seat. "What are you trying to do?" Nyota's voice is shaking and she fights to keep eye contact with her Captain.

Jim's face grows puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"You already stated that you would not be sleeping with me as long as we are here. And…the things you say…and do, confuse me…a lot. Stop playing games and just tell me straight, what is going on here?"

Jim shakes his head again. He had no intention of leading her on or playing with her emotions, what cruel bastard would do that to someone who was already mourning?

"Nyota, I…I never played games, I mean I'm not playing games with you. I'm not that big of a jackass. Do you want anything from me?"

Nyota turns away from him, blushing again and folding her arms over her chest. She stares down at the lace covering her lap.

"I want you to show me how you would love a woman."

Jim takes a deep breath at those words and finds himself also looking down. "I've never loved a woman before."

A burst of courage goes off in Kirk's chest and he hardly hears the words he's speaking. "But if I did," he draws closer to Uhura with every word, "I'd do it like this…" his voice fades away as he tilts her chin up and takes her lips in his.

Nyota enjoys the slow and careful kiss, struggling to contain the beast of speed and raw lust. Every caress and stroke seems perfectly calculated with an equation; every move Jim makes is precise, controlled and highly effective.

Uhura gently places her hand on Jim's warm cheek, his arms wrapping securely around her waist. The two bodies almost blend into one before finally deciding to come up for a proper breath.

"What were you saying in Swahili again?"

"My favorite poem."

"What's that?"

""I Carry Your Heart with Me" by E. E. Cummings.""

Jim kisses her again just for the mere fact she recited that poem to him. They break apart and Nyota laughs. "Man you sure do love romance, don't cha?"

"Yeah…"

"There may be some here. Come on; show me around your favorite place."

"Okay!"

Nyota drags him out of the car and towards the glistening water of the lake. Jim laughs and tries not to stumble over his own feet as they race toward the dock. Once they get there they take off their shoes and sit on the dock, dipping their feet.

Jim looks around them. The sun is high in the sky with no clouds in sight, the lake stretching out really far, the grass surrounding it is just a gorgeous green and the large trees provide the perfect shade. "I can see why this is your favorite." Jim's words crash in his throat when he sees Nyota's eyes close, two tears clearly running down her cheeks.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, what's wrong?" Jim wraps an arm around her and pulls her into his side. Uhura shakes her head, "it's nothing, I just..." she sniffles, "my mom would come here with me all the time…it was her favorite too and."

"And what?"

"I think I want to spread their ashes here."

"Do you wanna hold the entire funeral here?"

"Yeah. Is that a good idea or am I just being stupid?" Jim shakes his head.

"No, not at all, you can never be stupid."

"Jim? Everyone can be stupid…even Spock and he's the king of "logic"."

Jim laughs, his eyes looking over the water. "We should start calling him that. Haha, man, I can imagine that eyebrow now." Nyota laughs and scoots closer into him.

Hours past with them sitting there on the dock, talking the daylight away. Suddenly Nyota's stomach growls and they laugh.

"I guess I should put some food in ya, come on." Jim helps her up and walks her back to the car. The engine starts up and Jim begins to pull out, "so what's the plan for today?"

"You're gonna act like your mine, okay? Just for today and then if it feels right then…"

"You really get to be mine?" Nyota blushes and nods, tucking a stray hair behind her ear and letting her eyes graze over the horizon. It was now two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Where should we go? I don't really know this place very well." Nyota laughs and points down the road. "Drive into town and I'll show you this great deli, you'll love it."

"Well I love meat, so it sounds great."

Jim tries not to over analyze the action before he reaches out and takes Nyota's hand. They stare at each other, Jim smiling at her slightly shocked face.

"You said the plan was for you to be mine…I'm just following orders." A small smile takes her lips and she gasps when Jim raises the back of her hand to his.

Kirk returns his attention back to the road. "So how am I doing at being your rock?"

Nyota nods, "let's just say I made the right choice in taking you."

"Thank you, but you should know I cry fairly often." Nyota throws her head back and laughs before looking at him again. Jim raises his eyebrows and sucks in a breath.

"It's true…James T. Kirk is a crier. I'm just forewarning you that no one at that funeral will be crying harder than me."

"Oh yeah cuz I bet the daughter of the actually deceased people is a cold hearted wrench." Jim laughs and turns into town.

"Ok, that's the deli place." Nyota points to a quaint store farther down on the city strip. Jim parks the car and they sit down for lunch.

"Ever come to this place with your parents?" Something inside Kirk reassures him that he can ask that question now, as if everything's normal.

Nyota nods as she looks over the menu (which isn't really necessary considering she has a regular she knows by heart).

"Uh-huh, they would take me here every time I got the Principle's List back in middle school. After they found out there was never time I didn't get Principle's List, they stopped doing it." Jim laughs, already knowing how smart Nyota is.

"Of course you did. I can't imagine you getting anything below a ninety-six." Nyota glances up at him, still studying the menu, "like you weren't smart when you were a kid. You can't just suddenly have a genius level IQ."

The two finally look at each other. "No… I went through a rebel period that lasted a good few years before someone actually found out I knew what the teacher was droning on about and the mistakes he was making."

"Like Good Will Hunting."

Jim gives her bizarre look, more puzzled than anything. Nyota rolls her eyes and drops the menu. "Please don't tell me you have no idea what that movie is, it's a classic and I thought you were a movie guy."

Jim shrugs, "I find books better but, what's Good Will Hunting about?"

"It's about a college janitor who has a genius IQ and then gets help regarding his talents from a therapist and professor. I just thought that since you're a genius and had to be discovered, that it was similar to the film. We have to watch that tonight by the way."

"Sounds great to me."

Their waitress approaches and Nyota knows at one glance that she's new. "Hello, I'm Crystal and I'll be your waitress for today. What can I get you?"

Jim orders a cheeseburger and milkshake which Nyota also takes. "That's strange…" Jim looks up at her, "what is?"

"You ordered what I always get." He raises his eyebrows in question. "Really?" Uhura nods and places her hands on the tabletop, palms up. "Put your hands on mine, we're going to play a game."

Jim smiles eagerly, rubbing his hands together before placing them lightly on hers.

"I know this game; you're going to try to slap my hands, right?" Nyota nods again, "my dad would always play this game with me, his hands were legendarily fast."

Nyota drags her eyes up to his dangerously, "and so are mine."

Jim scoffs, "oh they can't be that fast," before he can finish his sentence Nyota has already laid a hard slap on both his hands. "Okay, that's fast. Try me again."

The grown adults play like children, switching roles until their food arrives.

They both finish their food and Jim orders another milkshake. When Crystal brings it with her usual southern smile, Nyota cocks an eyebrow. "Are we going to share that like in the movies?" Jim nods excitingly. "Yes, I've secretly always wanted to do this; and if you tell anyone I will deny it." Nyota laughs and puts her straw in next to his. "I might blab a little about what a hopeless romantic you are but only to Christine. Come on, let's do this." Jim smiles before taking the straw in his own mouth. They suck up the beverage together, Jim playfully making flirty eyes at Nyota until she finally giggles.

They finish and drive back to the lake just in time for the sunset. The two sit on the dock, hands entwined. Nyota sighs and scoots closer to her Captain, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes at the warmth of his body.

Jim looks down at their hands when he feels her give a tight squeeze but when he looks back up at Nyota, she doesn't seem to realize she did it. Kirk shrugs it off and turns his head to watch the sun set the sky aflame in vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows.

"You've never seen an African sunset, have you?" Nyota whispers, bringing her face closer to his but still looking at the beautiful sight.

Jim shakes his head. "They're legendary…you never forget them."

"Why don't we take a picture?"

"Do you have a camera?" Jim pulls one out of his pocket in answer and quickly snaps a photo of the sunset before smiling at Nyota. "Let's do one together."

"Okay…"

The two pose together, Nyota resting her head on his shoulder and smiling softly. "I like it…I'm glad I came here with you."

"That's good. So do you watch any movies?"

Jim shrugs again, "I never have time, I'm the Captain of a Starship. I'm always doing Captain's logs and approving reports."

"Well you know most Captains just trust their crew and don't read every report word for word."

"Well I do."

"Why?"

"I don't know… It's not like I don't trust you guys to do your work thoroughly it's just I have to do it myself, I feel like it's my only job. How can you slack off on your only job?"

"I wouldn't know, Jimmy."

As soon as the nickname comes off her tongue, Jim stiffens beside her. Nyota immediately takes notice and looks up at him questioningly. "What's wrong?"

"Only my mother and George called me that."

"Who's George?"

"My dead brother."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know… I'll never say it again if you don't want me to."

Jim shakes his head to clear the flood of memories attacking him, "no its fine…just…no one has called me that in a long time."

"How'd he die?" Jim looks at Nyota with a hard stare and she realizes her mistake. "I'm sorry; you don't have to tell me."

"I've never told anyone who wasn't there."

The two enjoy the comforting silence for a few minutes as darkness consumes the light of day. The temperature drops and Nyota takes on a slight shiver.

Jim looks down at her in his arms. "Are you cold?"

"Yeah, just a little. It's usually warm at night…"

"Well it's about seven thirty; we should get home if you're going to show me that movie."

Nyota jumps up at that and beats him to the car, Jim laughing as he jogs after her.

Jim quickly drives them home, easily remembering the way. Kirk parks the dashing car in the large garage.

Nyota leads him to her bedroom and finds the old movie in her closet while Jim sits on the edge of her bed. She smiles to herself at how out of place he looks in the girly pink bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed timidly.

"Oh come on, it's not like you've never been in a girl's bedroom before." Jim smiles up at her almost nervously before clearing his throat. "Yeah, well I've never been in your bedroom before." Jim mumbles under his breath, thinking Nyota doesn't hear but she does. Nyota smiles to herself again as she puts in the film before jumping onto the bed and climbing under the covers, patting the spot next to her. Kirk rolls his eyes and climbs up to lay down next to Nyota.

The two grow closer and closer throughout the movie, physically and emotionally. Only half way through the film Nyota is curled into Jim's warm side.

Is it wrong I like having her in my arms? Jim thinks to himself, well she did say that we were going to act like a couple for today…I would do this to a girlfriend of mine so I guess it's alright. Man, if Bones knew what I was doing right now he'd have my hide and my head. I really like her though…or do I just like her because she didn't want me back at the academy? I don't think so. I mean Nyota's smart, beautiful, and exotic, funny…she's perfect.

"Hey, are you paying attention?"

Jim nods yes hurriedly, "uh, yeah." Nyota's eyes turn to slits and she crosses her arms over her chest. "Then what just happened?"

"Will just broke up with Skylar." Nyota accepts it and asks, "What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"Tell me."

"Us…right now…and what Bones would do to me if he found out."

"He wouldn't do anything." I look down at her.

"Not if I talked to him."

"That's true; you're the only woman who scares the bejesus out of him."

"Good."

Jim laughs at that and turns his attention back to the movie. About two hours later the two fall asleep with the credits rolling on the television. Nyota's head rests on Jim's clothed chest, his arms wrapped around her securely.

Jim's eyes snap open at the terrified screaming. Nyota fights to wake up, screaming at the brutality of her usual nightmare. Kirk flies into action and grabs his Lieutenant's shoulders, shaking her and calling her name.

"Nyota, Nyota, wake up! It's just a nightmare, wake up! Nyota!"

Uhura's horrified brown eyes look up at him but her pupils remain dilated and she continues to struggle against her Captain. The only place Jim can think to take her is her favorite room, so he does. Jim cradles his Lieutenant in his arms and quickly carries her to the glass room.

Kirk gently lays Nyota down on the glass tiles of the floor and shakes her awake again, this time softly calling her name.

Nyota's brown eyes lock on his and Jim sighs in relief at the calm he sees there.

"Jim."

Kirk's surprised at the effect his name has on him. Nyota says is it so softly and like it's a relief just to let it roll off her tongue. Jim's heart pulses a flash of warmth through his veins before he leans down and smashes his lips to Nyota's.

Jim straddles Nyota, sliding easily in between her legs. Jim licks her full lower lip in a silent ask of entrance which Nyota easily grants. Their tongues engage in a fierce battle with no clear winner as Nyota's hands come up to grip the cotton of Jim's shirt.

Jim moans at a wetness rubbing against the denim over his crotch. His hands rest on Nyota's warm thighs before slowing inching up until reaching her lace underwear. Two fingers latch into them, slowly pulling them down her legs just enough to expose her leaking heat.

Nyota gasps when she feels a hand down there. A skilled finger runs over her wet slit before slipping inside to circle her hole. Two more gasps escape Nyota; one at the thumb beginning to rub her clitoris softly and the second is harsher when two fingers slide into her.

Usually Jim would take more time with this but he doesn't really know what's going on. He's never been more aroused or eager to be inside someone and he doesn't know when this might be over.

Nyota runs her hands over Jim's warm torso underneath his shirt before they pull apart to slip it over his head. The two look at each other for a moment before continuing to undress each other. Jim tugs the sundress over Nyota's head before ridding her of her bra and underwear. Nyota pants in excitement as she takes off Jim's jeans.

They kick off their shoes and resume kissing passionately only to a slower tempo. Jim and Nyota are bathed in shimmering blue light.

Nyota breaks the kiss and rests her head on the floor with a moan at Jim's erection grazing over her slit. "You're good…" Jim smiles, she's right – he's using her juices to coat them both. "Thank you; I've had a lot of practice."

"Maybe you shouldn't have told me that last part."

"Right…are you sure about this?"

In answer, Nyota brings up her knees, parts her legs wider and applies gentle pressure against Jim's penis. Jim groans at the action before kissing her and slowly pushing in.

For the first time, Jim actually makes a sound when he's fully enveloped in her and not a small one. Jim cries out and looks down to see a smile on Nyota's face. "I've never done that before."

Nyota laughs softly, "Just move."

Jim eagerly obeys and begins with slow long thrusts into her tantalizing sex. He gradually picks up speed until each thrust earns a vocal response from both of them. Jim pulls out almost all the way and sinks back in completely to rotate his hips.

"Ah…do it again…please." Nyota's normally strong voice comes out as a weak and desperate whimper.

Jim finds a different angle and rotates his hips, making Nyota moan his name. "Jim…oh god forgive me, this feels too good." Jim laughs and leans down to whisper into her ear, "this is a little too sinful."

"Is it wrong that I believe you?"

"Ha, not at all."

"I don't think I can last that long, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. How long has it been?"

"Months."

Jim nods, the same goes for him and neither of them is on their A game. Jim thrusts grow slow again, deep, long, and making Nyota arch up to meet him halfway. "I'm gonna come."

"What, like now, or soon?"

"Like now…"

"Oh…" with a hard thrust, Nyota arches higher than ever and calls out Jim which leads him to his own end. Before Jim can pull out Nyota stops him and rolls them over.

"Round two already?"

Nyota nods while biting her lip before placing her hands firmly on his chest. She pulls herself up before quickly sliding back down his slightly flaccid member.

Jim quickly grows as hard as before as they make love again in the shimmering blue light. Kirk's eyes roll back and he lets Nyota take complete control of the sex all together. "Do you ever let other girls be in control like this?"

Jim nods a drowsy yes. "It turns you on doesn't it?"

Blue eyes pierce Nyota's brown ones. "Oh, yes…"

"Why?"

"I like to see a woman take control. That's why most of my fantasies about you are on the bridge." Nyota smiles at this new information and grinds down especially hard, making Jim groan.

"Do you ever wanna role play?"

Jim cocks an eyebrow out of curiosity. "Like what?"

"Let me be Captain…you know, dominant and submissive."

"So what I'm hearing is you wanna do this again."

Nyota smiles bravely while sliding back down. "Who could pass up James T. Kirk on a silver platter with an apple in his mouth?"

"Hhmm…kinky." Nyota laughs and picks up speed.

The only sounds filling the glowing glass room are slapping skin and moans of want. "Ah…not so hard…" Nyota ignores him and continues the same force. "Seriously, I'm not gonna last a second longer if you keep grinding down so hard."

Nyota leans forward to whisper in his red ear. "That's the plan." She sits back up to continue and Jim scowls at her. "You are an evil woman."

"Go ahead; I want you to come first this time."

"Oh I will if you, oh my god!" Jim cries when Nyota reaches a hand behind her and begins to roughly massage his testicles.

"You are crazy!" Nyota smiles wickedly and shoves herself down before beginning to slide back and forth.

"Ok…that's it, I'm gonna, ah!"

Nyota arches her back and comes as her Captain's sperm swims into her. She collapses and smiles even when she's full and semen leaks out onto Jim's pelvis.

Nyota kisses her Captain's red lips lovingly before passing out.

Jim absently strokes her damp hair and whispers a quiet good night. James T. Kirk doesn't pray much but he does tonight, hoping she doesn't regret this tomorrow.

TBC