ANOTHER CHAPTER. YAY!
"and i still believe that i can not be saved, and i still believe that i cannot be saved..." bullet with butterfly wings by the smashing pumpkins
The rhythmic drumming of Kivuli's fingernails tapping the counter of sickbay was doing more to piss off James Tiberius Kirk than anything else had in a long time.
"I'm going to need some information here Kivuli." Crossing his arms and assuming his most authoritative stance Kirk stared hard at the woman.
"Well, I can't give you that Jamie. I've already told you guys too much and besides, it's not important and it's none of your concern." She stopped the incessant tapping and leaned against the counter.
"None of my concern!?! It damn well became my concern when you brought this on my ship!"
"I didn't bring shit to your ship! I go where I'm ordered. Trust me, this is the last place I want to be."
"It doesn't seem like you had many more options. Few places would take you and most of those places would probably only want you for punishments and I can't say that I blame them."
Her face softened slightly in hurt and then almost instantly the angry mask returned to place. "If you thought that was the way to get more information then I'd say you just fucked yourself, Sir." She strode purposefully out of sickbay and was nearly to the turbo lift before he caught her. Grasping her forearm, he turned her to face his worried expression.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. It was wrong. I just, I'm frustrated, and nothing is making sense and it's not just me okay, I've got, not only the most expensive ship in the fleet, but also 400 people relying on me and I need to know what I'm exposing them to."
"If you think your asinine comments affect me then you're worse off than I thought. I don't care what you think of me. I don't care what anyone thinks of me and I'm not violating anymore protocols. David's in there nearly dead and who knows if it's because I haven't been doing my job. I have a job to do. A very important one because a lot more than 400 people are going to die if I don't do it." She pointedly stared at his hands on her arms and he quickly released her. She stepped into the turbo lift as he released a frustrated sigh.
"You know, you can act tough all you want. You care what I think and you care about people. I know you do."
"That's irrelevant." The doors closed as the turbo lift began to ascend.
"Not to me it's not." He said to no one in particular.
"She's lying. She's a liar and I can't stand liars."
"Nyota, the situation is still unclear. Perhaps you should..."
"What?!" Nyota threw her shoes forcefully at the back of the closet and was rewarded with the sound of twin thumps when they made contact. "Let her get away with it like everyone else does? All she has to do is say that it's part of a mission and everyone trips over themselves trying to give her privacy. I think she's lying. I ought to know."
"You have experience in these matters?" He lowered himself gently beside her on the bed.
"No, I just. She's my twin. There's something she is not telling us."
His response was to slide the zipper of her uniform down and pull her to a standing position so that he could shimmy the dress past her slim hips. Standing before her fiance in simply her bra and underwear she smirked slightly at the look of longing in Spock's eyes.
"I would surmise there is much she is not telling us. However, her level of security clearance in the Federation provides her with insight to many activities of which we are not privy."
"Well," she stroked the tips of his ears gently and leaned so that he could feel her breath against his sensitive lobes. "How about we engage in some activities in which she is not privy."
"That would be a most welcome alteration to this evening's agenda." Spock's deep reply was almost drowned out by a growl as Nyota began to stroke him.
"How long has it been?" She asked him knowing that he would have an exact answer.
"Too long."
She giggled knowing her current ministrations were the cause of his vague response. "Well, we can immediately remedy that."
She didn't bother to remove either her underwear or any of Spock's clothing.
"Lift your hips." She commanded and after sliding his pants just low enough to free his erection she slid onto his lap.
"No more talk of Kivuli." She mumbled against his mouth.
"No more talk." He responded as he simultaneously pushed her underwear to the side and sheathed himself in her tight wetness.
He was always surprised at how little foreplay Nyota required. Not that he was displeased, but it was unusual.
"Stop thinking about my idiosyncrasies and fuck me already."
He quickly complied.
"Young gun, you ought ta go get some grub. She'll be here when you get back." McCoy finally spoke to the the young navigator. Chekov had been at the young girl's bed side since his shift ended three hours ago and was showing no signs of leaving.
McCoy had finally chased Hope and Nyota off with many carefully placed adjectives and swear words, but his romantic's heart was touched by the young kid so obviously smitten with the unusual girl.
"Thank you, but no Sir. I vill vait for her to avake. Othervise, she might vorry."
"Yeah, well, she ain't showin' any sign of wakin' soon and you workin' yourself into one of these beds ain't helpin' anybody."
The boy nodded and began to reluctantly leave.
"Chekov."
"Yes Sir."
"You know, after you've eaten and showered you could always come back. Bring a book or something. It might help her you hear the voice of someone she cares about." The kid's smile could have lit the entire Andorian trading province for two nights.
"Thank you Sir." Chekov exited quickly with a decidedly happier gait.
NOT A LOT OF ACTION IN THIS CHAPTER. MOSTLY TRANSITIONAL, BUT THE NEXT CHAPTER WHICH I'M POSTING LATER THIS WEEK IS GOING TO HAVE SOME ANSWERS AND HOPEFULLY SOME ACTION. :)
