Warning: The scenes in this story are not in linear order. Just however they've come to me and I've written them.
Disclaimer: Star Trek does not nor will ever belong to me. I only own Sonja Laxely.
A/N: Thank you bee and Katerine for reviewing the last chapter. Here's something short and sweet to get through the rest of the week. :)
The First Time
He Made Her Laugh
It was an obnoxious comment on his part. Something flippant about the superiors and where they could shove it.
A surprised chortle tore from her throat and immediately she dropped her face into the open palm of her right hand.
He'd turned to her, his eyes openly taking in the slight tremble in her shoulders, the uneven rise and fall of her chest, and when she lifted her face to his, the brightness in her usually somber eyes and the dimple just at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes danced across his face and in that moment Kirk realized he had been smiling in frozen wonderment at her.
Belatedly, he thought to shut his mouth and grin his fox grin in cover.
Shaking her head at him, eyes now fallen to the task they were assigned, Laxely nudged his arm. He took that as his cue to shut up and get to work. With a grunt of displeasure that was only half forced, Kirk did just that.