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Aphrodisiac
If McCoy were honest he would have admit that his infatuation with Uhura began on his very first transport ride to the Academy.
The banter between the female Cadet and his future roommate proved to be entertaining. Hell it was downright enthralling. He threw his emergency barf bag to the side and relished in every single insult the beautiful woman leveled at the man sitting next to him. Yes she was definitely a Xenolinguistics major. She made the sexual acts of deviant individuals with animals sound like a long lost romantic language. The words rolled off her tongue like honey. Naturally sweet and possessing the ability to dissipate bitterness with one drop. The love – hate relationship continued between Jim and Uhura; generally over drinks at the Shipyard or between classes on the Academy grounds. It was a dose of a daily vitamin that both needed to remain healthy.
Many called it foreplay and at first he felt a ping of jealousy.
"Get a room!" The words would often be repeated by onlookers as they poked and prodded at the others self esteem.
To McCoy, it seemed like every female who was a member of a humanoid species wanted to know James Tiberius Kirk, in the biblical sense. Why should Uhura be any different? Thankfully she was. Maybe it was because her roommate was beyond infatuated with infant masquerading as an adult.
"Go massage a pig." Uhura's eyes rolled in the back of her head as she settled against the high back of the stool.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words just give me a hard on." Jim replied before swallowing a quick gulp of his beer.
"Lala how can you possibly stand this arschwichser?"
McCoy lost an entire glass of Beam over that insult and the knowing look that registered on Gaila's face.
"Don't answer that question." Uhura commanded finger pointed in the direction of her roommate and Jim.
Mysteriously the two disappeared a few minutes later and an easy peace filled the air.
McCoy leaned in taking in the bouquet surrounding her. The aroma alone was an aphrodisiac, hints of sandalwood – jasmine – yellow roses like the ones his mother grew. His nerves subsided and he spoke, "Finally got you to myself."
Her face betrayed nothing but those eyes. The beautiful almond shaped pools of warm chocolate told the tale before her lips parted, "Next time just ask."
*arschwichser – butt f'er