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 and partially Timothy Harris and Claire. This chapter was largely inspired by the first promotional trailers for 'This Means War' back in February.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has started following this story and added it to their favorites list. Also to those who review, I can't thank you enough! Almost a month between updates, I thought I'd try to deliver something juicy. ;)
The First Time
He Used Her
The man was Timothy Harris. Good face, brilliant eyes, sweet ass…trouble.
Just the kind to give Captain Kirk a run for his money.
And he was running…maybe a little too hotly.
Lieutenant Sonja Laxely discreetly watched as the two men faced off, their beautiful blonde prize sitting nervously between them, and fought the urge to roll her eyes when Harris flashed a predatory grin followed by the corners of Kirk's mouth lifting in acceptance of challenge.
The woman, who Bones had informed in passing was the space station's top surgeon, beamed at both of them, giggled self consciously, then excused herself and practically ran for the ladies' room. She ran extremely well in those black stilettos and matching cocktail dress. Curious; for a medical surgeon who usually ran across space stations and the occasional ship in flats.
The lieutenant's attention quickly flew back to her captain. Harris now stood from his seat at the table; all the better to square off against, she supposed. Having not the slightest clue as to why she was there when she first entered the restaurant, she took the rising tension in the room as a hint.
Slipping away from the blue-hued bar, Laxely headed straight for the handsome pair and was just in time to intercept the punch intended for her superior.
Momentarily surprised by the interruption, Harris allowed for the firm grip around his left wrist to remain as he stared into the determined face of another beautiful woman. Words left her mouth so smoothly that it took a few seconds for Harris to realize she had spoken at all.
"Make to attack my captain again and I will have you on the floor begging for your mother."
Many things crossed Harris' green eyes. Intrigue seemed to last the longest before amusement poured off of him in waves. With his right hand, Harris covered Laxely's smaller one and turned his attention back to Kirk.
"Friend of yours?" He broached conversationally. If Laxely had been a lesser woman, the British accent that poured from his mouth like smooth whiskey would have had her weak in the knees.
"You could say that." Kirk smiled; the aloofness of his expression contrasting with the tightness in his voice.
Harris moved Laxely's hand to hold between both of his own and relished in Kirk's darkening gaze. He gently pulled her close as he lifted their joined hands between them, his thumbs methodically brushing the skin over her knuckles. Surprising herself, Laxely allowed his warmth to seep through his ministrations, causing a tightness in her abdomen that was difficult to ignore.
"As tempting an offer as that is, my dear," Harris switched on his smoldering charm as he locked gazes with her. "I will have to take a rain check."
She'd kept her face passive. But damn it, Laxely couldn't help that her eyes drifted down to his lips. She quickly covered by glancing over the rest of his face. But, she could read the accomplishment on his features. She needed to reassert her own control.
"Enjoy the rest of your date, sir." She pulled her now hot hand from his clutches and stepped away just as the off-duty surgeon reentered the room. She apologized for her absence and eyed the lieutenant curiously.
"This is one of Jim's subordinates." Harris filled in before anyone else could. "She has just beckoned him back to the ship for something or other."
They were effectively dismissed, yet Harris insisted to the surgeon they move their date along elsewhere. Laxely caught Harris call her Claire; she seemed disappointed at leaving Kirk behind but made no argument to stay. Claire reached up to kiss the captain on the cheek, smiled at Laxely, then took Harris' arm and left.
Kirk watched her departure silently, no doubt plotting his next move to get to her.
"Quite a pal you've got there." Laxely offered. She rested her hands on her hips and leaned her weight on her right leg.
"Yeah," Kirk murmured before turning back to her. "He seemed pretty taken with you. Should make next time a lot easier."
Laxely frowned; her head tilted to the side. "Next time?"
"When you distract him for me. I thought it would take awhile at first, but he genuinely seems open to the idea…"
Laxely stared at him as if she were putting the puzzle pieces together…and didn't like what she was seeing.
"You're using me? When the hell did that start happening?"
His eyes lifted to hers as if he didn't understand the question. And why would he? He was in the old Kirk mode-the one where he didn't stop until he was in his target's pants.
Disgusted and more than a little disappointed, Laxely brushed past him to the restaurant's exit and headed back for the Enterprise. So what if Harris had the smooth moves and sex appeal of an alluring devil. She'd only be trading one trouble-maker in for another.
She suppressed the sudden urge to punch the corridor wall.
Not that Kirk was hers to trade in to begin with.