Heaven
As soon as the door to her chambers was closed, Nyota Uhura pressed her back against it, shut her eyes, and let out a sigh of relief. She'd had a very long and very stressful day. And the source of this lay solely on the shoulders of her Captain, Jim Kirk. Partly because their run in with the none too friendly smugglers the previous day had not gone exactly smoothly so the entire crew had spent their day running a simulation of the encounter over and over until they got everything down perfectly. It's not like they'd had much else to do, but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying.
The other thing that irritated Uhura about Kirk was his libido. Despite the fact that he'd seen her kiss Spock, that he knew full well that she was not at all interested in him, he still proceeded to sneak in suggestive comments nearly every time they spoke. The man just did not know when to give up! She'd complained about it once to Spock, who'd simply told her that Kirk continued to make such comments because he took pleasure in aggravating her. Which was probably true.
But she still wished his eyes would stay on her face instead of roving lazily downwards whenever they talked.
Opening her eyelids and looking around at her empty room, she found herself missing her old roommate, Gaila. Sure, the Orion girl had completely disregarded the rules Uhura had put into place time and time again and sometimes seemed to care more about enjoying herself rather than her education; at least she'd been someone to talk to. To complain about things with. Much as she loved her conversations with Spock, ranting to him just got her a bunch of logical explanations. Sometimes, it was nicer for someone to just agree and empathize.
Uhura pushed off from the door and decided that she just needed to relax, forget about everything, and enjoy her night off. First things first, she had to get out of that terrible dress uniform. It was tight, much too short, and just all around uncomfortable. Had she not known any better, she'd say that Kirk had designed the revealing things.
After changing into a much more comfortable nightdress, she padded in bare feet over to a cupboard which held the one thing that could make all of her stress go away in an instant. Her guilty pleasure, one might call it. She opened the small door to reveal a couple shelves of all different types of chocolate from all different kinds of places. Selecting a dark chocolate from Earth, her favorite, she walked over to a small armchair and curled up in it. Then, slowly placing the chocolate in her mouth to melt, she was whisked off to her own little slice of heaven.
Author's Note: This one is a Uhura focus, once again because she hasn't been in it. I'm not really sure if she likes chocolate, but who doesn't? :D
