Disclaimer: This story and the characters I created belong to me. "Star Trek" belongs to The Powers That Be at Paramount…more's the pity.
Notes: This story was originally written August-October 2004…etc…etc.
The words that inspired this chapter? NOOK DUNKS FEET SOFA
Feedback welcome!
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The lobby of the Chief Minister's residence...
"No problem at all, Chief Minister," Kirk said, waving off any concern. "As long as its head and feet are cut off, and you throw it on the fire for at least a few minutes, I'm fine."
"Oh, rest assured, Captain, your goose will be cooked," K-bec grinned. "My chef refuses to serve anything raw - she even dunks heads of lettuce in a pot of boiling water before she uses them for salad."
Kirk laughed. "That seems a bit extreme."
"She claims it's because she's paranoid about germs, but I like to think she believes she won't get paid as much to be a cook if she doesn't cook absolutely everything in sight," K-bec replied with obvious amusement. "Perhaps I should go back to her kitchen nook to check on her progress. First Greeter K-tel can show you to your rooms - if that is agreeable, gentlemen?"
Kirk felt the soft squeeze of K-tel's fingers on his forearm and the gentle press of her breasts against his upper arm as she leaned even closer - and, suddenly, he could not think of a single thing that sounded more agreeable. He wondered if there was a nice large sofa in this sitting room that K-bec had mentioned - and whether it was sturdy enough for two...
TBC…