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Jim Kirk! Legally Blond	By : Strailo Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 2296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Jim Kirk! Legally Blond

Fandom: Star Trek 2009

Part: 8

Characters: Nyota, Spock

Word count: 1,437

Warnings: eh some trash talking

AN: I'm sure that you're surprised that this wasn't posted on Monday. I wasn't feeling good on Monday so this is being posted today, Friday, along with my usual mini. I hope you don't mind.

Enjoy though you guys!

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“So are you going to tell me about this Jim guy that we seem to keep running into?” Nyota asked as she watched Spock sigh, placing the last of their leftovers into a container and turn to her.

“Truthfully, Jim Kirk isn't anyone special,” he stated, watching as one manicured black eyebrow rose upwards. Feeling that he wouldn't be getting away with not telling her, he instead turned to place the container into the refrigerator and waved a hand towards the living room. “Fine, I will tell you. Come and sit with me.”

Once they had sat down, Nyota stared at her boyfriend as she tapped her fingers on one long leg, Spock obviously thinking about what he was going to say. “Alright, so tell me who Jim Kirk is.”

“He was, is, a part of my past. You know that I am a bisexual,” Spock started, smiling softly at her and feeling himself warm to the fact that his girlfriend was a perfect match for him. She was poised and elegant, came from a good family line, and didn't let anyone try to tell her that she couldn't do what she wanted.

“Yes, I know that you are bi and that you had been dating someone before we got together. Is that who it was? Kirk?” she asked, reaching up to pull her ponytail over one shoulder.

“He is,” Spock replied as he rubbed a finger over his bottom lip. “We started to date when we both had started college and we continued to date up until the day that I broke up with him. He...he was and is flighty. He was going after a degree that was a waste of his mind then,” he said. “I did not want to be a part of that and then I met you. So I broke it off with him, having been thinking of doing it for a while anyways, and then we started to date.”

“How long exactly were you two dating?” Nyota asked as she stood, walking over to their liqueur cabinet, fixing the two of them a glass of scotch.

“Four years to the day,” he admitted to her, his lover staring at him with wide eyes.

“Don't tell me that you had the balls to break up with him after four years on your own anniversary,” Nyota breathed, watching as her fiance flushed ever so slightly. “Damn, no wonder he was so cold to you,” she chuckled, shaking her head as she handed a glass over to Spock, taking her own seat once again. “Do you know why he's gone for a law degree?”

“No, not really. The last time that I checked, he was going for a business degree or something along those lines. He also had a focus in fashion,” Spock sighed, tasting his drink and humming at the taste of it.

“So, he turned around and went for a law degree after you broke up with him to date me,” she drawled thoughtfully before she smirked. “I think that he may be trying to show you up and get back at you all in one sweep,” Nyota chuckled, Spock raising an eyebrow.

“And just what do you mean by that?” he asked as he sat back with a smirk dancing on his lips. He did enjoy her mind and the way it worked some days. And it was always interesting to see what she had to say about one thing or another.

“Well, first of all, as I said, you had the balls to break up with him on your four year anniversary. Second of all, you had someone just waiting for you to break it off so that you didn't have to worry about dating someone on the side,” Nyota ticked off with a smile. “I'm guessing that he has an ego of some kind. Probably thinks that he's the best thing on this side of the equator and doesn't think that anyone would be stupid enough to leave him for someone else.”

Spock just chuckled at her words and took a sip of his drink before saying, “Go on,” with amusement present in his voice.

“So since you did leave him for someone else, he has this need to show you up, making you feel bad while at the same time pushing you away,” she mused, smirking at her lover. “He does want you but he also wants you to pay. So the best way to do so it to make sure that you see just how wrong you were and make you dangle for a while.”

“And what does that make me? A worm on a hook?” Spock snorted, making Nyota laugh softly and shake her head with a smile.

“No, no. It would be more like a fish who was stupid enough to take the offered bait,” Nyota teased, reaching out to pat his cheek before she stood. “Oh, don't give me that look, lover,” she said when he gave her a dry look, “you know that I'm right.”

“I really do hate to say it but you may be right as you said,” Spock sighed, shaking his head with a smile on his lips. “He was very unhappy with me when I broke it off at the restaurant. I didn't really want to do it at the frat house or in my house since he was likely to use anything to toss at my head. At the least at the restaurant all he could do was sneer and use his words against me,” he said. He watched as his girlfriend place her now empty glass on the cabinet shelf to wash later before she turned around and smiled at him.

“What exactly did he do? Did he throw a temper tantrum in the middle of the restaurant?” she asked, crossing her arms as she leant against the cabinet, looking amused.

“Not quite that bad. It was more of a quiet snarl at me before he stalked out of it. There is a reason why I don't want to go to that Italian restaurant that you pick up food from,” Spock admitted, Nyota's eyebrows raising in surprise. “It was rather embarrassing. Apparently he caught a cold for trying to walk back to his fraternity house,” he continued.

“What an idiot he is. How the hell did he get into Harvard?” she asked, shaking her head as she pushed off of the cabinet and reached down into a small hidden refrigerator, pulling out two bottles of soda and handing one to Spock.

“I have a feeling that he may have gotten in because of his name. But he does indeed have a high level of intelligence,” Spock said. He took the bottle with a nod of his head. Finishing his drink, he put the glass aside and opened the bottle. “The Kirk name still goes rather far, especially with the way George Kirk was killed after he prosecuted the biggest mafia case known to New York. He has the grades, but I'm still surprised that he was able to sneak in under the deadline when he did.”

“It sounds as if he had his mother pull some strings using their name. His mother is Winnona Kirk right?” she asked as she slipped into his lap. Spock hummed and nodded his head. “I do like a few of her clothing stores, mostly the ones that carry her business wear lines. I bought a few of her suits for the mock trials and such.”

“Pant suits or skirt suits?” Spock asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, getting a soft smile from her.

“Both. Should I show what I bought to you?” she purred, getting a throaty chuckle from Spock. “And a few other things that I think that you might really like. Let's forget about Jim Kirk for now. He'll wash out quickly enough, but we do deserve to just enjoy ourselves today,” Nyota chuckled, standing up and drawing Spock to stand, pulling him out of their living room.

“You are, of course, right,” Spock agreed, watching the way her hair swayed in time with her hips, more then willing to push the thoughts of an annoying ex out of his mind for the time being. Never mind the thought that still slipped its way into his mind about the way Jim had looked in a well tailored suit that fit his body perfectly. He would never admit to that thought.

Ever.
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