Coitus Interruptus

*****

The first interruption

Nyota Uhura was beginning to think there was some kind of conspiracy aboard the Enterprise to keep her from getting laid.

She and Jim Kirk had been seeing one another secretly for a month. They’d always meet in her quarters since it would be conspicuous to see Uhura all the way up on deck four where the Captain, First Officer, Chief Engineer, and Chief Medical Officer all had their quarters. Everyone knew she was no longer seeing Mr. Spock, and it would be awkward for her to be seen coming and going from around the captain’s quarters.

Still, Jim Kirk wanted a bit of adventure. Their routine of meeting in her quarters was growing stale so he’d suggested some around-the-ship trysts to liven things up. It had seemed like a really simple idea at first, but execution of said simple idea was another thing entirely.

No matter where they went they were interrupted.

She peered around the corner of the corridor. There was no one in sight. She moved away from the safety of her quarters and started down the hall. It was the third night in a row they’d tried to get some alone time only to have something interrupt them.

She was half way to the turbo lift when the doors hissed open and the man himself stepped out.

“Your place,” he said urgently, and started forward.

“My place? I thought you wanted--”

“It’s poker night, remember? Bones has been after me to join the game. I finally said yes last week but I forgot it was tonight and we don’t have time to look for another place. It’s been a week since I’ve been in your bed. I can’t wait much longer.”

He actually danced in place for a moment before urging her on. Uhura hid a smile.

“Let’s make it quick and then you can get to your game and I can get to dance practice.”

Jim frowned. “Why do you need to practice? You already know how to dance.”

“Not for me, for Nurse Lanshin.”

Jim frowned as they ducked into Uhura’s quarters. “She’s Arconite, Ny. Be careful she doesn’t squeeze you to death.”

Nyota smiled and started to tug up on Jim’s tunic. He’d taken to calling her Ny, which he pronounced like ‘nee’. It was the first nickname anyone had ever given her.

“She only does that when she’s nervous. Or turned on. In your case she was both when you tried to dance with her at the Christmas ball last year. That’s why she put the squeeze on you.”

Their lips had almost connected in a kiss when the door buzzer sounded.

“Don’t answer,” Jim whispered against Uhura’s mouth.

“I have to. It could be Lanshin. Who is it?” Uhura called out.

“Leonard McCoy. Didn’t I see Jim come in with you?”

Jim cursed under his breath and tugged his shirt down. Uhura took a seat on the couch and Jim answered the door to his CMO’s frown.

“Am I interrupting something?” McCoy asked, frowning in at them.

“No,” Uhura said, before Jim could state otherwise. She’d only ended things with Spock a short time before hooking up with Kirk. She wasn’t sure how he’d feel about her moving on to his commanding officer and best friend.

McCoy looked dubious but didn’t argue the point. “You ready?”

“I thought the game wasn’t for another thirty minutes.”

“It isn’t but we like to eat a light snack before we start in on the booze. You coming?”

“You go ahead, Captain. I’ll get those shift reports to you tomorrow,” Uhura said. She smiled warmly at Dr. McCoy. He scowled back as usual. Jim rolled his eyes and followed his Chief Medical Officer out the door.

*****

The second interruption

Finally. It was going to happen. After a freakish amount of obstacles keeping him from getting laid again, he and Uhura were going to get lucky this time.  

There was desperation in the way Jim Kirk tugged at Uhura’s uniform, trying to get it bunched up around her waist. The supply closet was cramped. It was meant for only one duty officer to occupy while doing an inventory check but they’d both squeezed into it.

“Maybe if I sat on your lap?” she suggested, trying to work her leg up and over the side of his chair.

“Right. It won’t work against the wall,” Jim said.

From outside they heard a familiar voice. “Hello? Is someone in there? I can’t get the doors to open.”

“Shit!” Jim stilled while Uhura struggled to push her skirts down.

“Who is that?” she asked.

“I think its Chekov,” Jim whispered. “Let’s just ignore him.”

“He won’t stop until he gets in here. You know how tenacious he can be.”

“Is there someone in there?” Chekov asked again in his thick Russian accent.

Uhura sighed. “How are we going to explain this?”

“Let’s not worry about it,” Jim suggested, but the look on Uhura’s face told him that wasn’t going to fly with her. It was a struggle but she managed to get her uniform straightened out.

“Chekov? We’re stuck,” Jim said, rolling his eyes again.

“What happened?” Chekov asked.

“I don’t know. We’re just stuck. Can you get the door open?”

“Don’t worry, Captain, I’ll get you out of there.”

“Didn’t you order the computer not to open the door unless--” Uhura began, but a second later the door whooshed open, letting in cool, recycled air.

“Lt. Uhura!” Chekov said, his eyes widening at the sight of her pressed up against the captain. Anyone else would have realized what was going on at once but sweet, dear, naïve Chekov only stared in confusion.

“I fell in,” Uhura said lamely. “I…uh…”

“We got stuck in here but you got us out. Good work, Chekov,” Jim clapped the young navigator on the arm. The boy smiled, looking proud and still a little taken aback, and nodded.

“Thank you, sir. I’m glad I could help.”

“Yeah, so am I,” Jim replied dryly. He and Uhura gave one another an uncomfortable glance before heading off in opposite directions.

*****

The third interruption

“Okay, this is it.”

“Yeah. Finally,” Uhura agreed breathlessly.

Jim’s fingers lightly played over her back until they reached the hem of her uniform. He pulled them up, letting his fingers run over the soft, warm flesh of her lower back. She sighed against his neck as she felt his hands on her body.

“We’ve waited so long,” she whispered.

“No more waiting,” he promised, and cupped her bottom, ready to lift her up.

Uhura’s feet left the floor when Montgomery Scott’s distinctive laughter rang through the darkened room.

“I’m telling you, mate, she was tall enough for her ample bosom to be right in my face just standing there!”

Kirk cursed and pulled away from Uhura and jumped across the bar. The lights automatically lit up while Uhura took a seat at the bar while he hastily poured orange juice into a tumbler. The doors hissed open and in walked the chief engineer, Sulu, and a couple more young men Kirk couldn’t readily identify. They were surprised to see their captain and communications officer at the bar.

“Fancy seeing you here, Cap’n. Especially this late hour,” Scotty said cheerfully.

“Yeah. I came for a drink and ran into Lt. Uhura. I figured I’d pour,” Kirk groused. None of the other men noticed his sour mood as they approached the bar.

“I think I’ll turn in. I have a long day tomorrow,” Uhura said. She nodded her head toward the door. Jim picked up on it right away.

“Yeah, me too. You guys drink what you want. I’m turning in too.”

“You don’t want to stay and drink with us?” Sulu said, frowning.

“Nah, I’m tired,” Jim insisted. “Come on, Uhura. I’ll see you home.”

*****

Success

“The botanical garden?” Uhura asked as she followed Jim into the massive chamber in the lower decks.

The room was darkened overall, to simulate night, with only a few trained lights on some plants that required different light cycles to thrive.  A great deal of their oxygen and food came from the garden. Despite many advances in air recycling and replicator technology, there was still no replacing living plant life.

Besides, it was beautiful and the plants, soil, and even the fertilizers, reminded anyone in the room of planet life.

He pulled her into a dark corner and tapped a computer screen.

“Computer, how many people are in the garden?”

“There are currently two crewmen in the garden. Captain James T. Kirk and Lt. Nyota Uhura,” came the computers emotionless response.

Jim smiled.

“Computer lock the doors until I say otherwise.”

“Acknowledged.”

“Come here,” he said, and reached for Uhura. He spun her around and sat her on an empty shelf. They were now eye level. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Let’s go public,” Jim whispered, his forehead resting against Nyota’s.

“What will people say?”

“Who gives a damn? I know I don’t.”

He cut off any further discussion with a long, slow, deep kiss. Uhura sighed when he pulled away. All thoughts of worrying what people would say were forgotten when his lips gently, warmly, trailed across her jaw, leaving soft, feathery kisses in their wake.

Clothes were shed slowly. As much as Jim wanted to be inside Nyota he didn’t want to rush things. He ran his hands over the soft flesh of her neck, trailed his fingertips over her collarbones, across her breasts, and eased her back onto the shelf so that she lay with her legs wrapped around him.

“You smell of Candorian Lilly,” he whispered, as he trailed kisses down the center of her chest.

“It’s your favorite,” she said on a sigh.

It was a smell that made him think of Nyota. She’d been wearing it the night he met her. Though it was a scent she rarely wore he would forever associate with her.

Jim’s lips trailed over the soft hair between Nyota’s legs. His tongue played out, anxious to taste the smooth sweetness that was uniquely her. A moan escaped him as he took pleasure in tasting her, running his tongue through the increasingly wet folds of her womanhood. She moaned with him, her hips bucking up as his tongue worked faster, lapping greedily at her.

“No, not yet…” she said on a moan. She was too close to coming. She wanted him inside her when she did. “I want you inside me.”

Jim quietly refused her offer to return the favor when she tried to get to her feet so she could kneel before him. Instead he guided himself to her entrance. His fingers tapped a nearby control. He wanted at least enough light to look into her eyes when he entered her.

“Oh, fuck…”

He slid slowly into her. The tight, wet, warmth of her body was almost more than he could bear. It had been too long since he’d been inside her. He took a moment to gather himself, to hold back the desire to thrust too fast. He didn’t want to come too soon. He wanted to make it good for her.

Uhura tightened her legs around him and began, slowly, to move against him. He moved as well, slowly at first, until they fell into a steady rhythm. Uhura enjoyed the sounds of the garden--the running water, the soft slap of wet flesh, their labored breaths.

She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved her to the wall so it would be easier to hold her. She gripped an overhead bar used for hanging plants and took some of her weight off him. Soon they found their rhythm again.

The sweet pressure that built inside Uhura intensified with each deep thrust. Jim Kirk filled her body in ways no one else ever had before. She relished the feel of him moving inside her, filling her, retreating, pushing back in to fill her again. Her release was close, just within reach. Sensing her needs, Jim picked up speed and until he was pounding hard into her, pushing her, driving her to the edge…

There was an explosion of white hot tension in the core of Uhura’s body. It radiated in rippling waves from the inside out, even to her fingertips. She came harder than she had in years. Feeling Nyota’s body grip him as she came was more than Jim could handle. He came hard, spilling himself within her on the last few erratic thrusts he could manage before coming to rest against her.

“Put me down before you fall down,” Uhura laughed. He obliged, taking a moment to kiss her and smooth hair away from her forehead.

They dressed slowly, in no hurry to leave whether someone tried to get in or not. He watched Uhura smooth her uniform down and then pulled her to him.

“Let’s go public,” he said again.

This time her response was different. She didn’t object. She didn’t rattle off reasons to keep their love a secret. This time she simply nodded.

“Yes. Let’s go public,” she said, taking his hand.

The left the garden, holding hands, sweat still gleaming on their skin. They didn’t pass anyone on the way to his quarters.

Neither would have cared if they did.