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Wanting Captain Kirk	By : paint-it-red Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 1043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Reflection
- 1
You paced nervously as you awaited shift change. You’d known you were going to be a few minutes early, but you truly had not thought that those minutes would feel so long. You looked both ways up and down the empty corridor as you paused outside of the large double doors leading to the bridge. You thought about what you would say; how you should say it. You were not used to speaking at length to the Captain; your low rank did not put you in direct contact with him often... and, frankly, you found him so attractive as to make focusing on communication extremely difficult in his presence. Which was stupid, you thought, because that was the entire reason you were here to begin with. You generated an internal dialogue of biting self-depreciation as you looked at your watch for the twelfth time.
If you had been a more careful, responsible, and professional individual, this would never have happened and you would not be here right now, waiting to speak to your commanding officer. You wanted, and wanted badly, to blame him entirely— his enrapturing smile, his formidable body, his contagious calm and sweet charm... but you were the one who had placed your hands on him so eagerly; taken advantage of his easy nature and willingness to please (especially when it came to physical matters). You’d not been drunk— either of you— although that would not have been any excuse for your breach of professionalism. You had expected him to be more keen to follow the rules... however, the number of times you’d heard— typically second- or third-hand— that he had violated Starfleet regulations (even with good reason) was, in retrospect, not exactly small.
So why wouldn’t he sleep with you? He was certainly used to having anyone he wanted; why would he stop at a lower-level engineer? No, you thought— this was certainly your fault.
You had been stationed on Captain James T. Kirk‘s U.S.S. Enterprise for the better part of three years now, and until a few weeks ago, you had barely said two words to him... but you had always been looking.
Since the moment he had greeted you on the day of your arrival, lined up with your fellow recent Academy graduates, you had been captivated by him nearly to the point of shamefulness. You remembered seeing him approach to shake your hand, and being unable to take your eyes off of his chest; undressing him with your mind. When he smiled at you, all you could think of were the teeth that he had flashed so confidently clamping instead onto the hem of your dress, and pulling it up. When his hand had finally clasped yours, his grip had sent electric shocks running through your body and you had, awkwardly, felt the distinct sensation of your panties dampening.
You were almost grateful for the fact that he had not had much cause to speak to you in the three years after that point, because every time he did, you lost your focus entirely. The timbre of his voice sent chills up your spine, and the genuine kindness that seeped through his cool formality made you want to kiss his sweet mouth.
Any opportunity you got to watch him without being too obvious, you took. You watched him eat dinner with his fellow officers, and imagined him dining on you instead. When Lieutenant Scott needed documents or panel parts delivered to the bridge, you were the first to volunteer; and every time, you stayed as long as you could. You stayed just to stare at his beautiful brown eyes, and get lost in thoughts of cupping his strong jaw with your hand.
You had not considered quite how enamoured you were with Captain Kirk up until this point, but really, you had never had a reason to. Attraction to him had set in from the very second you had laid eyes on him, and since then, daily fantasies of him had come so frequently and so easily— and with such pleasure— that you had never imagined you would need or want to examine them critically.
The time for critical examination had come, however, and as you continued to wait for your watch to finally say the time that you needed it to say, you (perhaps unadvisedly) fell into thoughts of the night that had led to your being here.
You had been working late in engineering, alone— normally it would not have been allowed, so you’d received special permission from Lieutenant Scott. It was not dangerous work; primarily an inventory of tools, but it was time-consuming. You hadn’t been sure, at first, what had prompted the Captain to check in on you personally at that late hour. In retrospect, however, you supposed he’d simply not seen Scotty’s paperwork until leaving the bridge that night, and being the type of commander he was, had decided that it was never too late in the evening to confirm a crew member’s safety.
Although you did not feel especially secure now, pacing the hallway, you had certainly felt very safe and happy that night at your station…
Captain Kirk had appeared suddenly, from behind you. It was his voice that had alerted you to his presence, and you knew who it was as soon as the familiar vibrations crept up your spine. You turned, and when you realized that he had come alone, your mouth went dry. Never before had you been by yourself with the object of your secret (albeit intense) affections, and you were at a loss for words.
“Ah... Lieutenant…?” He came closer, and the scent of lightly-spiced cologne wafted into the air around you.
You opened your mouth; no sound.
“Is everything alright? I just came to see that you were safe down here— it is awfully late at night to be working alone.” He placed his hands on his hips and turned to look at the work spread out around you. It was all tools and checklists.
You looked at your work too, so that you would stop looking at him. Somehow, you squeaked out, “Everything’s fine... this work just takes so long, and I’d love to get it over with...”
You dared to sneak a glance at his face, and saw that he was smiling warmly.
“I certainly appreciate your conscientiousness… “ He turned to you, “...but you really should get some rest, don’t you think, Lieutenant?” He really seemed genuinely concerned, but that only made him both more attractive to you, and more difficult to address directly.
“I... I can’t sleep, Sir. I promise to follow all safety procedures, and to write a full report for Lieutenant Scott when I’m finished.” You could feel heat rising in your face; you looked at the floor, and hoped that he would simply leave.
Instead of leaving, he came closer. His scent filled your space now, and when you looked upward in response to his footsteps, his chest filled your field of vision. You gasped audibly; involuntarily. Of course, this only increased his concern.
“Lieutenant...?” He placed a hand— a large, warm, strong hand— on your shoulder, and your knees nearly buckled as you finally looked directly at his face.
Opening your mouth to speak, but again finding no words, you instead placed a palm, trembling, onto his broad and beautiful chest. This was a mistake— because instead of being covered in bright command-gold, your mind had turned it sweaty, naked, and heaving. Your years-long habit of fantasizing unabashedly about the Captain had finally— and dramatically— caught up with you. How could you speak to him? You couldn’t, or so it seemed.
So, instead of speaking, you acted— without concern for ethics, decorum, or your career, you grasped the fabric of his sweater between your fingers. You reached up to put your other hand high around his back. He looked at you, puzzled, before you began to pull him down. He seemed to resist, but only briefly, before allowing you to start to probe his mouth with your tongue.
When the kiss broke, he stared at you for what seemed like a painfully long time, then he firmly— but still gently— gripped both of your shoulders and said, “What on Earth has gotten into you, Lieutenant?”
Head spinning from the delicious taste of him, you stared back and admitted, “...I can’t stop looking at you, Sir.”
“What?” He did not remove his hands from your shoulders, so you replaced yours on his chest. You gripped his sweater eagerly and pulled again, but this time, there was no resistance as his hands slid off of your shoulders and down to the small of your back.
Finally acting out this years-old fantasy made your heart feel as if it were going to explode, but you could not; would not, stop. You had been desperate for this thing you’d never thought you would have, and— overtaken by primal desires— you were not about to give it the chance to slip away.
Captain Kirk pulled you close; he was so warm. As his arms enveloped you, you let go of his sweater and snaked your own arms around his waist. As he kissed the corner of your mouth, you dared to reach underneath the hem of his shirt.
He gasped quietly as your cool hand slowly worked its way upward, eagerly exploring his vast musculature and stroking the small groove of his spine. Goosebumps formed on his skin, and he pulled away from you suddenly. Terrified that he had come to his senses and was about to both reject you and end your career, you tried to muster some words that would make sense. You even opened your mouth to start to try to say them, when instead of calling for security— or simply turning and walking away— the Captain instead swiftly removed his shirt.
You almost fell backward onto a control panel as a smooth expanse of flesh and muscle was revealed to you— everything you had imagined, but somehow better; pocked with barely-visible scars, and even a few more recent marks and bruises— evidence of the exploits that only contributed to his handsomeness.
Instead of falling back; however, you willed yourself to go forward— practically lunging as you devoured your commander’s chest with your lips and tongue. You licked lines up and down the center; tongue gliding gleefully over his breastbone and across his firm pectorals. Your lips sucked and kissed his collarbone. Then, soon, you felt brave enough to nibble a sweet, pink nipple; hardened by the cool air of the engineering bay, and dug your fingertips into his sides.
As you appreciated his body, he put his arms around you once again, this time tracing the zipper of your dress upward, until he found the tab and pulled on it. You let go of him, backed up, and wiggled your shoulders and arms free of the garment so that it fell at your waist; now held up only by the curvature of your hips.
In no time, you were pushed together tightly; kissing desperately as Captain Kirk expertly unfastened your bra. He discarded it to the floor as it fell loose, and you were pressed into him hungrily, soaking up the warmth of his torso through newly exposed skin.
As you grasped each other‘s bodies, you felt a hardness— hot and swollen— teasing at your hip through the commander’s pants. Unhesitatingly, you shoved your dress down over your hips, leaving yourself clad in only a pair of sticky panties. After kicking your uniform away, you ground your hip roughly into that delicious-looking bulge; as Captain Kirk moaned in response, you could feel more wetness seeping embarrassingly out of you.
Gently, he walked you backward until you were flush against the smooth control panel you’d almost fainted into earlier. He said nothing as he sat you on the edge and ran his hands over your body; leaning down to attack your neck with his lips and teeth. As you squeaked and groaned at his touch, his fingers found the waistband of your panties and began to slide them down over your hips. You assisted by squirming out of them, kicking them away so that you were finally— almost unbelievably— entirely naked at your work station.
The Captain, graciously, seemed as lost in this moment as you were by now; he had worked his way down from your neck to your breasts, and was rolling your nipples gently between his teeth as his thumbs pressed into your hips. He sucked on them, too, causing them to protrude— and you to cry out. Then, he licked a line down your stomach, stopping to tease your belly button with his tongue, before finally reaching the dripping heat between your legs.
You backed up a little bit on the panel, and the commander lowered himself to his knees. As he positioned one of your thighs on each of his shoulders, you murmured, “Sir...”
He heard you, and looked up with a sly smile as he traced lines on your leg with one of his fingers. “Call me Jim, Lieutenant.”
“Jim...”
He tilted his head endearingly. “May I?”
“Please...”
After that, his mouth enveloped your center; you cried out as he ran his tongue along your folds. He thrust it deep inside of you and hummed gratefully as he licked up your wetness. Probing every crevice, he made his way up to your clit; now a hardened, wanting nub. First he licked around it teasingly, but when you whimpered and clenched your thighs around his ears, he took it between his lips and sucked it. You kept one hand on the control panel to steady yourself, but raised the other to touch his hair. It was softer than you ever could have imagined; thick, short brown strands curled around your fingers, and through them you could feel his warmth. You tugged on his hair gently and your muscles tightened as you cried out, and he sucked up another gush of slick liquid from your core.
He replaced your feet on the floor now, and moved to stand over you. You let go of his hair as he did, and allowed your hand to slide down the length of his body, now slick with sweat— just as it had always been in your mind.
Your hand rested on the waist of his pants; you looked up and received, perhaps, the most eye-contact you had ever gotten from him. You smiled at one another eagerly, and you began to wrest the fastener open. In a single motion, you heaved the black pants down over his hips, just as he’d rid you of your panties. He put a hand on the wall behind the console to steady himself as he kicked them off, finally standing over you, in only his shiny, black boots.
As your eyes travelled up and down him, you could only think of how magnificent he was; more beautiful than anything your mind could’ve generated. You reached out and ran your hand up the length of one thick, strong leg until you reached an impossible hardness. You fingered it, gingerly at first— and when you clasped your hand around it, you felt the Captain place his own hand on your shoulder.
You looked up at his face again; he squeezed your shoulder gently, and leaned down so that his mouth was by your ear. “Tell me what you want.”
You hardly had to think. “Fill me.”
The hand on your shoulder snaked around your back to steady you as you let go of his cock, and he leaned you further back against the smooth console. His other hand came off the wall to hold one of your thighs; positioning you just the way he needed to fulfill your request. Then, he let go, and gripped his own length. You held the surface for support with one hand; with the other, you simply began to touch any part of him that you could reach.
Held tightly by your commander; resting against the surface you worked at every day, you felt him swirl the head of his thick member all around your clit, and up-and-down your folds. He teased you until you let out a wail, and your fingers dug into him. At that, he tightened his grip on you, and thrust inside— you hungrily accepted him, sighing loudly as you felt your wet inner walls stretch to accommodate his cock.
He began slowly, steadied again with one hand on the wall behind the console. In no time, he had built up a steady rhythm; hitting just the right spots every time he pushed himself back inside of your soaking hole.
His fingers curled hungrily into your back as yours did the same at the nape of his neck. He would kiss your ear between sliding in and out of you; sucking and nibbling sloppily on the lobe as he slowed his pace. Then, wordlessly, he would speed up again, making you cry out and throw your head back in ecstasy. He took this opportunity to devour your neck with messy kisses, nipping at and moaning into your skin.
At this, you clenched around his cock tightly, which made him finally let go of his control with a loud groan; beautiful, guttural. You felt him swell inside of you and forcefully release. His hot essence shot out of him and coated the inside of you; dripped down your thigh as he remained inside of you, arm still around your back.
Both breathing heavily, you were still for a moment as you basked in the aftermath of your climaxes. Then, as he stood, he pulled out of you, standing you up as well at the same time. Unsteady on your feet, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your face into the side of his perfect chest. He put his own arms around you in return, and for a while you stood holding each other, until you begin to feel the chill of the cool engineering bay around you—
...The most tender part of your memory was, all of a sudden, cut short by the sound you had been waiting for— the doors to the bridge slid open. After a flurry of assorted personnel, out stepped the subject of your recollection, the object of your affections, and the man to whom you’d come to speak.
“C-Captain Kirk? Sir?” Your voice was barely a squeak, but he looked in your direction, and as a flash of recognition spread across his face, he approached you.
“How are you, Lieutenant?” That voice... no! You tried to stay focused. He looked a bit quizzical, but not altogether unhappy to see you. That was a good sign, but it would not necessarily temper the impact of what you had to say.
“I— um, I’m well, Sir, but I have something to discuss with you.” You looked about briefly, and in a lower voice, added, “...Privately.”
The captain furrowed his brow and nodded. “Certainly. Why don’t you come onto the bridge with me for a few moments, before the next shift arrives?” He turned and re-entered the room he’d come from; you followed.
Alone on the empty bridge with him now, you were suddenly unsure as to whether you could force the words out at all. It was too late to keep this from him, however— you were already here, and he was already waiting.
You drew in as deep a breath as you could. “I’m...” You looked at him, only feet away from you. “I’m pregnant, Sir.”
By this, even he was visibly taken aback. Eyes wide, he stepped closer to you; was kind enough to touch your arm. “Are you... sure?”
“Yes.”
“And there hasn’t been...”
“Just you.”
“I see.” His eyes softened, betraying characteristic concern. He squeezed your arm now and lead you to his command chair, where he motioned for you to sit, which you did— trembling.
“That... that’s what I’m here to discuss with you, Sir...”
He crouched down so that he was closer to being eye-level with you in your seated position. “Isn’t that up to you?” His hand went back to your arm, graciously. “Tell me— what do you want to do?”
“Well, Sir, I w—“
“—Jim.”
“Jim...” it felt strange and wonderful to call him by his first name here in uniform, on the bridge. “...I want to be the child’s mother,” you continued, mouth drying rapidly, “...but, I want to be an engineer, and I-I... don’t want to disrupt your life, either...”
His grip on your arm tightened and he brought his face closer to yours. “If you want to be both our child’s mother, and an engineer, then that is what you’ll do.” The words came decisively, and he looked at you with— somehow— both the most intensity and the most kindness you had ever seen.
“B-but... that’s not... it’s not... it’s just not done, is it?” You could feel tears begin to well in your eyes; everything you would lose, no matter what you chose, ran through your mind. For you, though, there really could be no choice in the first place… This was your child; yours, with the man for whom you’d cultivated a passion that exceeded anything you’d ever experienced. What you wanted— all of it— was simply not possible.
Jim took hold of your hand with the one he still had free. “Typically... no. But I won’t have you punished for this.” His eyes, sweet milk chocolate, gazed into yours intently. “I also won’t be apart from you— not during this time. Whatever the future holds, you can trust that I’ll be there— for both of you.” Gently; slowly, he pulled you out of his chair and into a standing position. He cupped the side of your face with one hand, and pulled you into a close embrace with the other. “I can promise you just one thing— and that is that this will be alright.”
Fighting your tears, you touched the hand he held to your face and said the only words you could muster: “Thank you...”
“Come with me,” the same sweet, calm, collected voice... with a tinge of something new. “My shift is over; we can have dinner together in my quarters, and then we can talk.”
With a palpable reluctance, he pulled away from you and guided you back through the door to the bridge, then out into the hallway where you had waited for him.
As you walked off to dinner together, you considered how deeply fortunate you were; how grateful and happy you felt. Captain Kirk, as it turned out, was every bit the brave, kind hero his friends and admirers— and your imagination— had made him out to be. He was so very handsome on the outside, you had always known... And now, you knew that the parts of him you couldn’t see were beautiful as well.
You smiled to yourself, and to Jim, as you looked forward— to both this evening, and to all of the time beyond. You trusted the Captain, and you knew that whatever the future held for you, you and your baby would always be safe in his capable hands.
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