STXI fic: Going Down (Kirk/Gaila)
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seriousficTitle: Going Down
Fandom: Star Trek
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 695
Characters/Pairings: Kirk/Gaila
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
taraljc's DOOD, GAILA IS AWESOME COMMENTFIC EXTRAVAGANZA
Summary: It was one month into his captaincy that Jim got into a turbolift with Gaila, alone.
It was one month into his captaincy that Jim got into a turbolift with Gaila, alone. He’d known she was on the crew, of course. He had firsthand knowledge of how good she was at sociology, the kind of casual brilliance he always sought to duplicate in every course, and Uhura mentioned her from time to time in her reports. But since he’d become Captain, they’d always interacted in a professional capacity. It just seemed a bit less… awkward.
He got on. She looked up from her PADD, straightened into a bit of a salute, then went back to work. Kirk told the computer his floor and the doors closed.
And, of course, now they were sharing a turbolift. Every Starfleet officer had a story about a turbolift hook-up, so Kirk got a bit flustered. He did not need to have a lovestruck ensign serving under him on his first command. Well, human-lovestruck. Orion-lovestruck was okay. But saying ‘I’m in love with you’ to a human was probably implying human-lovestruck, which was probably not okay. Not right now, at least. Although Spock and Uhura seemed pretty human-lovestruck, so who knew? Maybe it was the fashionable thing to do now.
They were going from the saucer section to engineering, so it took a while. Turbolifts did great with traveling vertically, centuries of refinements to the old Earth elevator helping there, but horizontally… not so much.
“Big ship,” Jim said chipperly.
Gaila didn’t hear him right, so rather than asking for clarification she held up a finger as she finished thumbing the PADD, then remembered who she was talking to and curled her forefinger back down to her hand. “Sorry, sir, big update to the universal translator. Everyone in communications has to memorize it.”
“You don’t have to call me sir,” Jim demurred.
“Oh, okay.”
“You can if you want to, though,” he said, cocking his head with an easy smile.
“That’s alright.” She gave him a quick, almost teasing grin and went back to scrolling down the PADD. “It certainly is.”
“Hmm?”
“Big ship.”
“Yup.” He shifted on his heels, which he was told made him look like a little boy, but what else was he supposed to do on a long turbolift trip?
The way Kirk heard it, one of the early turbolifts had been traveling horizontally when it ran off the rails and into the corridors, slamming right through someone’s cabin like a wrecking ball. It had almost hit the hull. So now there were safety regulations on how fast a turbolift could travel horizontally.
Kirk decided he was not getting off the turbolift until he had settled this. “Gaila, I understand it can be a bit weird, serving under someone you’ve…”
“’Served under’?”
“I was going to say fucked, but that was cuter. I’d just like to say that is not at all why I gave you this assignment. You were the best woman for the job.”
“Thank you… Jim.”
“Not that I took you instead of a man,” he corrected himself. “You were better than the men who applied for the same job.”
“I know.”
“And I understand how awkward it can be having a… personal involvement with a superior officer.” Memories of Instructor T’Pol filled his head. 167… aged like fine wine. “So if you want to pretend it never happened, or only interact on a professional basis, I completely—“
It took only half-a-second for Jim to be pressed against the side of the turbolift, Gaila’s tongue down his throat and her hand down his pants. His hands sidled to the usual places… the crest of her neck and that little sweet spot behind her ear, and of course her ass practically demanded to be squeezed, and he would’ve grabbed a breast if she stopped rubbing against him for one second, but she only did that the moment before the turbolift stopped. Jim wiped his mouth off as quickly as she smoothed out her hair.
“See you around the galaxy, sir,” Gaila said as she stepped off.
Kirk was really going to have to think up an excuse for the captain being in an ensign’s quarters during his off-duty hours.
Fandom: Star Trek
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 695
Characters/Pairings: Kirk/Gaila
Author's Notes: Written for
taraljc's DOOD, GAILA IS AWESOME COMMENTFIC EXTRAVAGANZASummary: It was one month into his captaincy that Jim got into a turbolift with Gaila, alone.
It was one month into his captaincy that Jim got into a turbolift with Gaila, alone. He’d known she was on the crew, of course. He had firsthand knowledge of how good she was at sociology, the kind of casual brilliance he always sought to duplicate in every course, and Uhura mentioned her from time to time in her reports. But since he’d become Captain, they’d always interacted in a professional capacity. It just seemed a bit less… awkward.
He got on. She looked up from her PADD, straightened into a bit of a salute, then went back to work. Kirk told the computer his floor and the doors closed.
And, of course, now they were sharing a turbolift. Every Starfleet officer had a story about a turbolift hook-up, so Kirk got a bit flustered. He did not need to have a lovestruck ensign serving under him on his first command. Well, human-lovestruck. Orion-lovestruck was okay. But saying ‘I’m in love with you’ to a human was probably implying human-lovestruck, which was probably not okay. Not right now, at least. Although Spock and Uhura seemed pretty human-lovestruck, so who knew? Maybe it was the fashionable thing to do now.
They were going from the saucer section to engineering, so it took a while. Turbolifts did great with traveling vertically, centuries of refinements to the old Earth elevator helping there, but horizontally… not so much.
“Big ship,” Jim said chipperly.
Gaila didn’t hear him right, so rather than asking for clarification she held up a finger as she finished thumbing the PADD, then remembered who she was talking to and curled her forefinger back down to her hand. “Sorry, sir, big update to the universal translator. Everyone in communications has to memorize it.”
“You don’t have to call me sir,” Jim demurred.
“Oh, okay.”
“You can if you want to, though,” he said, cocking his head with an easy smile.
“That’s alright.” She gave him a quick, almost teasing grin and went back to scrolling down the PADD. “It certainly is.”
“Hmm?”
“Big ship.”
“Yup.” He shifted on his heels, which he was told made him look like a little boy, but what else was he supposed to do on a long turbolift trip?
The way Kirk heard it, one of the early turbolifts had been traveling horizontally when it ran off the rails and into the corridors, slamming right through someone’s cabin like a wrecking ball. It had almost hit the hull. So now there were safety regulations on how fast a turbolift could travel horizontally.
Kirk decided he was not getting off the turbolift until he had settled this. “Gaila, I understand it can be a bit weird, serving under someone you’ve…”
“’Served under’?”
“I was going to say fucked, but that was cuter. I’d just like to say that is not at all why I gave you this assignment. You were the best woman for the job.”
“Thank you… Jim.”
“Not that I took you instead of a man,” he corrected himself. “You were better than the men who applied for the same job.”
“I know.”
“And I understand how awkward it can be having a… personal involvement with a superior officer.” Memories of Instructor T’Pol filled his head. 167… aged like fine wine. “So if you want to pretend it never happened, or only interact on a professional basis, I completely—“
It took only half-a-second for Jim to be pressed against the side of the turbolift, Gaila’s tongue down his throat and her hand down his pants. His hands sidled to the usual places… the crest of her neck and that little sweet spot behind her ear, and of course her ass practically demanded to be squeezed, and he would’ve grabbed a breast if she stopped rubbing against him for one second, but she only did that the moment before the turbolift stopped. Jim wiped his mouth off as quickly as she smoothed out her hair.
“See you around the galaxy, sir,” Gaila said as she stepped off.
Kirk was really going to have to think up an excuse for the captain being in an ensign’s quarters during his off-duty hours.
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Date: 2009-05-22 02:08 pm (UTC)I like how you write Gaila; this was great. :D
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Date: 2009-05-22 02:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-22 02:36 pm (UTC)This was really good. I love your Gaila to tiny ittbitty pieces, and the last line killed me a bit. Great stuff! :D
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Date: 2009-05-22 11:33 pm (UTC)And she serves in communications, thus ensuring her
redshirtredskirt!And the way is paved for future hook-ups!
... And oh my God, you suggested young!Kirk/cougar!T'Pol just for me, didn't you?
I DECLARE THIS CANON.
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Date: 2009-05-22 11:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-23 12:39 am (UTC)LOOOOOOOOL. <3333 Cougar!T'Pol.
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