Whoa...this one went an unexpected direction, but me likey...
"Lass, ya goin' to join me or ya gonna stand there all night and watch me?" Nyota slid onto the empty bar stool and surveyed her surroundings.
"Enjoying your shore leave?" She kept her eyes on the bartender as he poured her whiskey. Scotty tipped his glass towards her in a silent toast and finished it in a swallow.
"I'll take that as a yes." She grumbled.
"Wha' do you wan' Uhura?" She raised her eyebrows at her glass and finally turned to face him.
"You." His face was blank. Not a hint of surprise.
"I know tha'. You've made it nigh impossible for me no' ta notice." She pushed her shoulders back and fixed herself in perfect posture. All business.
"And?" He indicated his want of another drink to the bartender.
"And wanting and getting are two different things."
They finished their drinks in silence and when he was done he paid her tab as well.
She watched him walk to the exit with her ears. Her ears had always served her better than her eyes anyway.
His familiar delicate steps shuffled to a pause.
"Nyota..." She turned quickly, but he had already found his resolve and exited.
Her name. That once. Whispered so softly. Full of reverence, and need, and maybe even love, seemed to be a prayer. A confession and a secret.
In the absence of witnesses she let her ears be her sense of touch and closing her eyes she allowed that whisper to be a caress.
He may be unwilling to give, but that didn't mean she couldn't take.
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Well, well, Scotty's having none of it. Always thought he'd prefer green skin myself...thoughts?