"Oh my god, Jim… Don't stop!" Carol screamed, as Jim reamed into her from behind.

It had been two months since the Enterprise departed from Ya-Mo, and one month since Jim had shown up in Carol's door, slightly intoxicated, with the dangerous look in his eyes that had drawn 56 females from 14 different species into his bed - and one male on accident, but he never talked about that. Before she had even been able to say a word he had let himself inside her quarters. Before she could protest his hands were on her hips.

"Hey Carol", he had said, before kissing her passionately.

Carol felt her orgasm rise - she touched herself as he thrust deeper and deeper. He was so good at this. Suddenly he slapped her ass, hard, and flipped her around.

"Suck me", he commanded.

She was more than happy to oblige him. She loved his reaction to her mouth around his cock. She was good at it too. Several years earlier, she had been engaged to a man she had been with since high school. He had trained her well - she often joked with Nyota that she could suck the nails out of a board.

Kirk loved this. Carol was so good! He lost himself in the the pleasure her mouth was bringing him. Her body was also amazing. Her large breasts jiggled as she went up and down, deep throating him. God she had amazing tits! So responsive and perky. Impulsively he reached out to fondle them. She moaned in response, somehow managing to smile, even as she circled the tip of his penis with her tongue. She flicked the under the head while twisting her hands in opposite directions around his base - her signature move.

He started to cry out, and she quickly moved her face out of the way - letting him come on her breasts, treating him to a visual a porn star would envy.

Breathing heavily she started to laugh. They were really quite compatible in bed. She loved having sex with him - there was something about him that turned her on instantly. He was the quintessential womanizing bad boy, the kind of guy she was warned to stay away from but there was something satisfyingly erotic about his angelic looks masking his deviant interior. He gazed at her body - huge tits, a flat yet soft stomach, and lips that never tired of sucking him off. He remembered the first time he had seen her in lingerie. She had been going down to disarm a torpedo with Bones, and had, for some reason, felt the inexplicable need to change in the same room as him, merely asking him to turn around. Yeah, right! She wanted this from the get-go.

She grabbed his dirty shirt to clean herself off and licked her lips. She got out of his bed, and grabbed some of his clean clothes, threw them on, and settled back into bed. Now that he was coming down he didn't really want her there, but he knew from experience that asking her to leave wouldn't go well - besides - he was too tired to care.

Abruptly, he got out of bed and threw on a pair of boxers, and went to the bathroom to pee. When he got inside he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked haggard. He needed a shave, and a good night's rest. He hadn't been sleeping, the old nightmares were back, but instead of himself dying he pictured Lena's death. He shook his head - that was crazy - there was no way the Vaa could have attacked by now. It could be years before war broke out. He shaved his face - he needed to look more professional anyways, plus, she had liked him clean-shaven. Not that it mattered now.

He wandered back into his bedroom, and saw that Carol had fallen asleep. She had been working in her files - he really needed to tell her to change the password. Sliding into bed beside her, though wishing she wasn't there, Jim reached for a sleep aid, but stopped when he remembered he was out. He didn't want to sleep, anyways. He nestled into bed, turning his back to Carol, and pulled out his PADD. He selected what had recently become his favorite movie. It took place long before the Federation, or even a unified Earth, existed but, somehow, it stood the test of time. The technology was laughable - what was an airplane anyways? Yet, it struck a chord with him.

He pushed in an earpiece so not to wake Carol - he didn't want to deal with her asking questions, and hit play- the sad melody of the theme some began. He settled down, watching as actors long dead crossed his screen.

It was the sixth time he had watched Casablanca that week.

Spock generally woke early in the morning. As he had grown up on a hot, arid planet, he had developed the habit of drinking a glass of water immediately upon waking - it was the most efficient way to wake up and jump start the metabolism. He had mentioned this to the Captain, who routinely insisted on gulping black coffee by the gallon until lunch, but, there were some things Spock supposed would never change. He reached over to his night stand to clasp the cup of water he had left there the night before. It was empty - Spock frowned. Turning his head, he looked at the culprit - Nyota Uhura, his beautiful fiance sleeping innocently next to him in bed. She must have woken in the middle of the night and decided she was thirsty. Sighing, he got out of bed, and crossed the room to refill his water glass. He had intended to settle back in to drink it while reviewing the notes from the overnight crew, but Nyota, apparently, had other ideas. In the 30 seconds it had taken him to refill his water she effectively stole all the blankets - burrito'd herself, she called it - and moved into the dead center of the bed. It was amazing how, even in her state of unconsciousness, she could always find the exact center - down to a centimeter as far as he could tell.

Well - apparently he was up now.

Spock finished his water, undressed, and went into his bathroom for a shower. Usually Nyota showered first, as she needed 36 minutes to torture her curly hair into submission, but she had effectively thrown off their schedule.

He stepped into shower, allowing the hot water to wake him up. He closed his eyes for just a moment when he felt a pair of hands encircle his chest, and soft lips on his spine. He smiled - she had snuck in behind him. He turned to find Nyota.

"Good morning", she said.

He bent down to kiss her lips, "Good morning". Spock stepped back to allow her to share the water. It was almost difficult to watch as the water slid down her body - they had been together for almost three years before he had managed the self control to take a shower with her. She could be quite wicked about it too.

"Can you get my back", she asked turning around. Spock knew where this was going. He looked at the clock. They WERE technically 16 minutes ahead of schedule.

"Oh course", he said, and started massaging her lavender scented soap into her skin - he was was going to spend the day smelling like flowers now. At least he didn't have to worry about discretion anymore.

As his hands slipped along her back, he dipped them lower, down to her ass, which he pinched in appreciation. She turned around in shock - Spock did initiate with her, but not often, and definitely not when they were pressed for time. He never took much convincing, of course, but she hadn't expected him to be game with only 15 minutes to spare

She smiled, and grabbed the soap, squeezing a few drops into his hand, "I think I need help with my front too."

"I believe that is correct", he said, and nipped her ear.

Spock hands fell onto her breasts, slipping over them in the hot shower. She moaned a little.

The hurriedly finished their shower, and moved onto the bed. The last time they had attempted intercourse in a shower it ended with some minor injuries.

Nyota laid herself out, fully exposing her body to him. Her skin was still dewy and flushed from the hot water. Unable to resist Spock pushed himself halfway inside her, and looked at the clock - 11 minutes ahead of schedule. They had time.

He pulled himself out and dropped to his knees.

Nyota felt him pull her back to the edge of the bed - she wasn't sure if they had time for this, but when she felt his tongue slip between the fold of her vagina, and start to gently flick her clitorus, she stopped caring - Why was he so good at this? He reached his left hand up to also massage her breast, and she felt her orgasm start to build. She squirmed on the bed responding instinctively to his tongue, knowing full well that laying there was going to fuck up her hair. But she didn't want to tell him to stop.

She always took longer in the morning, she looked at the clock - crap - she had to be on the bridge in 40 minutes! They were out of time! But then - then -

Nyota felt her orgasm well up inside her, and she cried out.

As she recovered she felt her fiancé climb over her, placing kisses on her neck - he was taking his time!

"Spock - baby - we need to hurry this up", she said.

"I am hurrying", he continued his ministrations on her neck. He was doing this on purpose!

"Spock! I'm going to be late!".

"Then I will be forced to issue a reprimand."

"Spock!"

He pulled back, "Did you drink my water again?"

Ugh - she loved him with all her heart, but sometimes he could drive her crazy. It. was. just. water.

"Fine - I'm finished here anyways," she made to leave.

"This has not been brought to completion."

"3 minutes", she snapped.

"That is not possible."

"Oh yes it is." Nyota pulled him into bed with her, and flipped him onto his back. Ever since her little stunt with the belt she had been able to go down on him more and more. He laid back and tried to calm himself while her mouth worked furiously on his member, licking him up and down, and flicking his glands.

"I love your cock", she whispered seductively, knowing what it would do.

That was it. He pulled her ontop of him and plunged inside her. She pounded on him over and over - finally - he came. She leaned forward, pecked his lips, then darted off to the bathroom without so much as a word. A minute later he smelled her hair burning in it's straightener. Human women could be quite bizarre.

Spock was surprised to see the Captain on the bridge early. He was not surprised to see the dark bags under his eyes, and the jittery energy he had when he was on his third cup of coffee.

In the eight weeks since they had lef Ya-Mo Spock's friend had taken on a strange disposition. He had become oddly reclusive in his off-hours, and bitingly reckless in their away missions. As Nyota had suspected, Kirk had had deep feelings for the Virosa Princess. Those feelings, however, did not stop him from reigniting his sexual relationship with Dr. Marcus. Spock was not looking forward to the inevitable fall-out.

Since his engagement had been announced he noticed that more and more of the crew seemed to be coupling up. He was not sure how he felt about it. Starfleet was not the military, and while relationships were not encouraged, they were not expressly against the rules, so long as there was no direct chain of command established. As Dr. Marcus, a Science Office, answered directly to Spock, what she and the Captain were doing was technically allowed, though inadvisable. There was apart of him that wanted to talk to Jim - he had never seemed so off, but Nyota had assured him that everyone went through this and that he would be OK - Break-ups are just hard, she had said. What was slightly bothersome though, was his refusal to reassign Nyota's old quarters. Spock had presented him with several options - he just didn't seem to want to make a decision.

Kirk surveyed the bridge. He was exhausted. After the movie ended he only had two hours to sleep until he needed to wake up, and he didn't sleep well next to Carol. Not like the blissful rest he had gotten with Lena cuddled next to him - her head on his chest. Absent-mindedly he touched the small pendant he wore under his uniform - she gave him on the last day they spent together.

"What's this?" Jim asked. He and Lena were cuddled up, naked, on her bed. They had been like that for sometime-talking, laughing. Tonight was their last night together before he had to depart. He swore to keep her war a secret - even from his officers. She had built a shaky ring of alliances, but the Zezians had alliances with the same peoples. When the war began, she didn't know who they would side with. They tried not to talk about it too much.

"Something for you to remember me by", she said. "It is very special - you definitely won't see anything about it in the culture packet", she smiled - still. hadn't. read it. She dropped it into his hand.

"What is it?"

Lena hesitated- but she had promised not to lie to him anymore. "I'd prefer you didn't ask", she said softly, "I really shouldn't give it to you, but… I want you to have it. It's easier if you don't know though...for both of us…"

"Is this a scanner?", he joked, raising his eyebrows, "I already told you I gave you everything."

She laughed despite the seriousness of the situation - somehow he could always make her smile.

"It is not a scanner!" she hit him softly with a pillow, "And yes, you did." She kissed him deeply. He ran his hands through her hair, and pulled her onto him with a smile. Straddling his chest, she took the pendant from his hand and slipped it over his head. "I just… it would make me happy to know you have it. Will you keep it safe?"

Jim could tell she was being serious. "Of course - I promise."

His hands slid up arms , and he brushed away her long hair that had been covering her breasts. Leaning up, he kissed her gently between them, breathing in her scent. He felt her hand brush over his hair. As he lay back down, he felt her increase the pheromones she was projecting onto him. Her fingers played with the hair on his chest and she broke into a wicked grin.

"Now-I have given you three whole hours to lounge here - have you recovered yet?"

Kirk could hardly believe that had been only two months ago - it felt like a lifetime. He had been OK at first. They agreed it would be best for them to cut off contact; they both wanted to remember their time together as it was - perfect and untainted by the difficulty remaining in contact would create - especially when she became pregnant by her mate, Bay-Lou. What kind of a stupid name was that anyways? She had been quite honest when she told Kirk she wanted to get pregnant right away - in case she needed to overthrow her mother and secure the Queenship. She told him she only expected it to take a month, maybe less. Winged Daughters had a complete over their ability to conceive - they got pregnant by deliberately releasing a hormone - the process worked similar to her pheromones, which, he learned, were actually a sign of her fertility.

Kirk had been fine until one day he glanced at the date and realized it had been one month since he left her. She was pregnant by now - permanently mated to Bay-Lou; even if by some miracle he did see her again, they could never be together. It was really over.

Unable to stand the finality of the truth, he had gone to Carol's that night.

Kirk still wore the pendant everyday - he only took it off when Carol came to his quarters.

At the end of his shift Kirk hopped into the turbolift and went down passed the floor where his own quarters were. He hated hanging out there. Everytime he looked at the seating area he was reminded on the night he and Lena made love on his couch - had he loved her even then? He didn't know. He still had her black dress - folded neatly in his bottom drawer.

Checking to make sure that no one was around he keyed himself into Uhura's old quarters. He needed to be alone. Though he knew he was supposed to reassign them, he didn't feel like giving up his sanctuary just yet. No one would find him here - he switched off his com. Though she was an officer, her quarters had been very small, but then again everyone's were. He settled down on the full sized bed, which took up a third of the room, and pulled out his PADD from the drawer. He pulled up Casablanca, but before he could turn it on, he fell asleep.

Kirk woke up with a start, and for a second forgot where he was. Looking around for a clock he remembered- he had fallen asleep in Uhura's old quarters - he checked the time -Shit! He had been out cold for five hours! Getting up he went to the miniscule bathroom and appraised himself in the mirror - he actually looked a little better. He had thought about asking Bones to prescribe him sleep aids again, but he didn't feel like explaining why he needed them.

He sneaked out of Uhura's quarters, and almost made it to the turbo-lift when he heard a voice call out behind him.

"Jim? What are you doing down here?"

He turned - Carol had poked her head out her door. She and Uhura had used to have quarters just a few doors down from each other.

"Looking for you", he lied smoothly.

She brightened. "Why didn't you message me?" she asked.

"Thought I'd surprise you", he put on his most charming smile.

Carol warmed. She had taken him back against her better judgement a month ago, and things had been going fairly well - better than before at least. Still - she hadn't expected him to come all the way down here to stay with her - it was sort of boyfriend-y. She still had feelings for him. When they first got together she had been captivated by his enigmatic personality - plus the sex was great! Then it had all fallen apart for whatever reason - then he had spent two weeks fucking the Virosa Princess. Carol quickly became obsessed with Lena and tore through every bit of information she could find on Winged Daughter mating. Turns out they were kind of -slutty- literally sleeping with whoever struck their fancy, women too! Carol, herself, had only been with four men, three of whom she had had serious relationships with - then there was Jim. She had expected them to evolve into a relationship, and had been quite upset when that did not happen. Maybe now he was coming around though? Maybe he was starting to realize he wanted more than just casual flings? Carol allowed herself to hope.

Wordlessly he kissed her against her door, his hands sliding up her shirt to cup her breasts. She left out a soft moan and keyed them into her quarters - which were identical to Uhura's.

Smiling, she laid down on her bed while his hands started to roam over her body. He tugged off her pajama bottoms and she removed the t-shirt she had been sleeping in. She wasn't always so comfortable putting herself on display for him, but he had come all the way down here.

Still in his uniform he got on all fours over her in the bed, dipping his head to suck on her nipples while his hand played with her naked breast. She cried out. She could come from his play on her breasts alone - one her many talents. Jim pushed himself up, undid his belt and the top of his pants, and pulled out his penis. He really wanted a blowjob, but judging by how she was smiling and opening her legs to receive him, he didn't think that asking for one would go over so well. He was done fighting with her-it was easier to just give her what she wanted.

He slipped inside of her and started thrusting - grunting. He hadn't been in the mood for this, but it was easier than explaining why he was down here. Oh well.

Carol noticed his detachment. Jim was staring past her, not seeing her. His shirt was still on.

"Come on, baby, take your shirt off", she said pulling it over his head. She pulled off his t-shirt too, and noticed a beautiful gold pendant hanging around his neck.

"What's this?" she asked, reaching for it.

Jim froze. He had forgotten he was wearing Lena's pendant. Suddenly he felt sick. He knew Lena wouldn't care that he was causally sleeping with Carol-Virosa weren't that into monogamy - but he felt like he was betraying her, or his feelings for her, or something. He didn't want Carol touching it.

"Nothing", he said, and pulled it over his head. He got off of Carol and tucked it neatly into his uniform pocket. He would have given anything to just leave, but he felt Carol's hand intertwine with his, pulling him back into bed with her. He climbed onto her, and began thrusting into her once more, not looking at her - he couldn't.

Carol saw slightly perturbed that he was looking away, but when she tried to turn his head to her he resisted. Suddenly she wanted to cry - he just was using her - like before.

"Stop it, stop it - Just STOP", she started pushing him away.

"What?" Jim was confused.

"You're not looking at me!" she cried.

"I'm looking at you right now", Christ, what had he done now?

"You weren't", she said, her lower lip trembling.

"Sorry!" he said, rolling his eyes. He moved to push himself back inside her, but she pushed him away again.

"No - stop."

Jim sighed and rolling off of her - why was she so erratic? He got out of bed and went to put his clothes back on.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Back to my quarters."

"You're just going to leave?"

"You told me to stop. Apparently we're done."

Carol burst into angry tears. Why was he like this?

"So that's it, then? You're done here - Jesus, you are the WORST, Jim!"

She quickly put on a long t-shirt and watching him continue to get dressed. She thought of how Lena had beamed him back to the ship naked after she finished with him - maybe this was why. Somehow though, the pain from the knowledge that he didn't want her was fading fast, being replaced by anger. Why did he think he could treat her like this? She got up and went over to him.

"You know", she started, "I'm not some replacement for your hand."

He gazed at her smoothly, "I never said you were."

"I'm not a replacement for your stupid little alien princess either."

Something in him snapped, "Like you ever could be", he said with venom.

Carol gasped, and before she could even think about what she was doing, she slapped him hard across the face.

"GET. OUT." she said.