A Star Trek Fanfiction

I Wanted Him

Chapter Four:

To Free Me

I couldn't forget her. . . his face. Staring back at me with wide, pleading eyes and biting already abused lips. I couldn't fight the spell the candle placed on me, I couldn't be mad at anything, not that I'd wish to be in the first place.

She was beautiful to Jen, no matter what she . . . he looked like. As a Captain of a starship, she'd seen stranger.

The betazoid breathed a sigh of relief at her positive words, breaking into a fit of giggles. It could have been the candles, but she was just as dreamy eyed and looked as if she could stand no more. So she stayed.

It didn't look like any proper sort of sight. Jen was clad only in a t-shirt and panties while Andrea wore nothing. Nonetheless they talked. Talked about Betazed. Talked about Earth. Talked about the Romulans, Starfleet, and anything else that emerged from their fuzzy minds. They chattered away until the candles burnt out and they drifted off to sleep.

It was strange, but what wasn't strange in space? Maybe strange was what she needed right now. Something not so familiar and uniform. Something that actually had a change of pace.

She should indulge in girl talks more.

Bones wasn't surprised at the sight. He chalked it up to rebound sex and retreated just as swiftly as he entered. Jen tried to tell him otherwise, but it was kind of hard to picture Jen Kirk talking to any living, breathing thing with genitalia and not getting into their pants, or lack thereof, somehow. The way they were acting didn't help matter any either.

In the lunch room, Jen would whisper something in the Councilor's ear that would make him blush like mad and send her into fits. Whenever she was applying gloss or some other application of beauty she would examine it and ask him if he would like to try it. More than often he would, sending the young captain into more fits and startling anyone in the immediate vicinity.

And as if that weren't enough, those two became the newer duo on the ship, chatting amongst themselves in such a way that let him know that Jen was up to something. Dammit.

"I can see it in your eyes so don't give me any lip."

He met her in the hallway after one of her sessions on his way to sick bay. He raised a brow at her pigtails, but didn't ask. He was scarred enough already.

"I don't know what you're-"

"Bullshit."

Jen pouted, "Ah, let me have my fun Bones. I promise you'll be surprised."

"Surprises from you mean heart attacks for me. I swear if you cause any more trouble, I'll take a hypo to your backside."

"Sadistic old man."

"Horny little brat."

Jen wiggled her eyebrows, earning a reluctant chuckle from the doctor. After assuring him she wasn't going to bring on the next galactic war, she continued her journey back to the bridge with a smile on her face. Bones couldn't help but feel that maybe this was all for the best. For the time being, everyone's happy.

"Nice hair Captain."

"Isn't it though? I thought I'd do something with it for the occasion."

"Shore leave!" Chekov chirped, "We're about two hours away from our destination Keptain."

"Excellent. We've all been working our asses off these past months, so I order you all to have fun, stay safe, and leave me the hell alone unless you're dying."

"Planning to score?" asked Uhura in a knowing tone.

Jen smiled mischievously, "Tell me about this planet Uhura."

She shook her head, "It's a relatively new planet colonized by the Venusians five hundred years ago. They are a people who worship beauty and pleasure. . . in other words, you type of planet."

"You know me so well."

"A little more than I would like. They are a hospitable people and live to serve others, though some of the population can be vain and easily offended. It should be simple enough to spot one from the other; if there's any conflict, the best thing to do is bow out quickly."

"I guess someone's going to have to babysit Scotty then. . ."

In the time specified, they arrived on the tropical planet of Aros. Just as Uhura said, they were greeted warmly and thoroughly by a welcome party of beautiful Venusian men and women. They were the perfect embodiment of the gods of lore and had no qualms about exposing their bodies. The most some of them wore were sheer wraps about their frames.

"Fascinating. . ." murmured Spock

"Just what I need." Bones muttered in sarcasm

"Well don't just stand there crew, mingle!"

Jen captured the attention of her entire crew by bounding up to meet them in a blue sundress and pigtails, dragging a mortified red-headed woman also in pigtails and a green sundress.

"Christ woman, you work fast." Scotty whistled, "What a beauty."

Jen laughed, "Don't be stupid, surely you remember Councilor Andrea Seran? Well, Let's go men!"

And with that she left them in her dust; confused, a mite disturbed, and mindfucked.

"Why were we not informed of this when Councilor Seran first joined the ship Dr. McCoy?"

"Are we really going to do this now?" Bones peeked up from his napping place not too far from the ship, "Did everyone need to know that you have a human mother? If said officer didn't want to share, then that's her business. Why does it bother you so much?"

"I do not trust the councilor."

"Why? Since when does being bi-gendered make you a criminal?"

"He. . . she has become quite close with the Captain in a short amount of time. One would wonder if she had any other ulterior motive to her actions."

"My god man do you have any friends? Do you know Jennafer Kirk? If she can get someone into bed in less than a day she can make a friend. You should know, you used to be one."

"The relationship between the Captain and I -"

"You're just having a tantrum because you're not her favorite anymore. Swallow your Vulcan pride for a damn minute and admit it. You miss the Captain and you don't want to share her. Well that's too damn bad. You've got a hell of a woman by your side now but you want to get greedy. And don't you give me any crap about human emotions; you can't have it both ways. So pick one and leave me the hell alone, I only have so little time to sleep before one of these morons gets themselves maimed."

. . .

Spock spent the rest of the day by the side of his intended, thinking over all that he'd been subjected to so far. He was concerned for his Captain; the emotional turmoil evident in her actions and mannerisms pushed him to action. Her immediate connection and fondness for the Councilor made him suspicious of her motives. It was logic that he was concerned for her well-being and safety. As Commander of the Enterprise, she had to be at peak form and ready for any situation. As First Officer, he had to be ready and willing to do anything in his power to maintain those standards.

So why wasn't that adequate enough? His inner peace was plagued with questions unanswered and statements unsaid. There was something else, but he could not find the logic behind it. What was this?

"Earth to Vulcan person. Why aren't you dressed?"

Spock looked up. And wished he hadn't.

True to the culture, Jen was clad in a gold, sheer wrap and wore her hair down. Against the sun, there was a perfect view of her body. Every curve, every supple shape was on display for the world to see.

"I think the question would be why aren't you dressed?" Uhura merely shook her head in amusement, "Only you Jen."

"Not just me in a minute. Andrea's changing into hers. We're going to go down to the bar and play a drinking game."

"I would refrain for partaking in the activity. It would not be wise to become impaired within the confines of a foreign planet."

"And when has that ever stopped me before Spock? Relax; I'll be more than fine here."

"Perhaps if Nyota and I were to accompany you-"

"And what, chaperone me? Enjoy your bondmate to be Spock and leave the single ladies to their amusement. If I'm not back tonight, send Bones to fetch me. I swear he implanted a chip in my ass of something."

Spock watched her go with reluctance, fighting down a twinge in his stomach when a group of young Venusians stopped to admire her beauty. She was out in the open and vulnerable. Anything could happen to the Captain-

"Are you okay Spock?"

Uhura, clad in a red bikini and reading one of her favorite novels watched him with calculating eyes. Dropping his gaze to her bag, he picked out a communicator, a phaser gun, and sunscreen; items he'd think unnecessary as she was with him. He would assume, having initiated the beginnings of bonding, that he would be the source of her protection. But then again, Nyota Uhura was not a submissive woman in any regard. Not that he desired to dominate his mate, he only thought that his defense alone would prove adequate.

Relax, I'll be more that fine

"I'm fine."

"One. More. Time!" Jen shouted out to the small crowd around her, "One. . . three. . . go!"

Everyone each picked up a small shot glass and downed a colorful, purple liquid. It tasted like syrup but went down like brandy.

"Two more!"

"Ah cut it out Jenny. . . you've already had. . . like. . . ten of those things."

"You getting weak on me. . . . Andrea? We. . . haven't. . . .even gotten started. . . yet. . ." Jen looked into the glass, "What is this stuff anyway?"

"Ah Jen. . . you said. . . you said. . . said you knew. . ."

"I did?" She slid off of the bar stool and ended up collapsing, ". . . probably lied. . . let's go. . ."

After a few false starts, a few guys volunteered to take them back to the ship. After carrying them there, the made the girls promise to go drinking with them again some time before going back to the bar.

The girls giggled noisily as they made their way through the corridors. All was quiet, still, and mostly dark.

"Hey. . . hey Jen? I had. . . so much fun tonight. . . . I don't think I've. . . drank since. . . graduating from Starfleet. . . "

Fumbling around, they managed to find Jen's room and stumbled into her bed, finally collapsing into fits of laughter. They laughed and laughed until they were in tears and their faces were red.

"This. . . this is what. . . what I needed to get over him. . . you know, I'm glad we are friends. . . I'm glad . . . you're here. . ."

Andrea turned to her, reaching out to trace her lips, " I. . . got a secret. . . another one. I don't know if I can ever. . . tell you. . ."

The roaming fingers traced her lips, her face, the shadows of her body, and around those baby blues.

"Try me. . . just try me. . ."

"No. . ." Andrea pulled her hand away, "You'd never forgive me. . ."

Jen, with hesitancy, reached out to touch her now trembling hands.

"How do you know . . .?"

Author's Note:

It may seem fast-paced for others, nonsensical, or too slow, but remember I'm rusty here and usually know all the flaws in this story, so no need to reiterate. Kinda convenient for the natives to glorify nudity huh? Go figure. Work with me here. All in all, it is now 12:55am and I'm tired; not bad if I must say. Though there might be some grammatical errors in here. Oh yeah, Star Trek (obviously) doesn't belong to me.