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seriousficTitle: Three’s Company
Fandom: Star Trek
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,332
Author’s notes: Written for the Porn Battle. Prompt: Roommates
Characters/Pairings: Gaila/Kirk/Uhura
Summary: It isn’t like Gaila was angling for a threesome. She just happened to have Jim Kirk naked in the closet and Uhura just happened to be in the mood. These things happen to Orion girls.
Okay, everyone knows xenolinguistics is the most boring thing anywhere, but Kirk can still appreciate it. Like the Orion language. It’s hard not to appreciate a language that can say “do me against the wall!” in one word. But no sooner has he pressed Gaila’s back against the wall then Gaila pushes him back, head cocked. She’s listening to the beeps of the control pad outside as it accepts Uhura’s code. Uhura, of course, being one of the proofs that xenolinguistics is boring, because she’s got the smoothest chocolate skin, amazing breasts, and wears that fucking miniskirt like no one’s business and whenever she talks phonology, Jim’s eyes still glaze over.
“Closet!” Gaila says, and Jim can’t argue because he knows having his cock exposed while in the same room as an irate Uhura is a recipe for disaster, so he just makes little protesting noises as she shoves him in and slams the door behind him, just as Uhura walks in. Perfectly good hard-on, perfectly great hard-on, wasted.
So he’s standing there, willing himself to go flaccid, which should be easy because Uhura is going on about the most boring thing anywhere, but she keeps mentioning “learning the Andorian tongue” and “wrestling with the Klingon language” and goddamn pheromone side effects…
“So I’m really tense,” Uhura finishes, slumping on her bed. “You mind if we fuck?”
Okay, what language has a perfectly innocent phrase that happens to sound like the English “you mind if we fuck?” Maybe xenolinguistics isn’t that boring.
“Not at all,” Gaila says. She’d pulled the sheets up to her chin after throwing Kirk in the closet and he hears them rustle as she gets out of bed. Uhura goddamn moans at the sight of her, and Jim can just imagine what she looks like, freshly fucked, hair a mess, eyes still narrowed. “Let’s get those clothes off.”
Jim’s going to be rock-hard for the rest of his fucking life.
He hears clothes hit the floor. Regulation-issue miniskirt. Regulation-issue top. Panties, bra, and he’s never heard anything that sounds quite like them. Then Uhura moans again, louder, and he can’t see a goddamn thing. Fuck it. He puts his ear against the door and his hand on his cock and decides if this can’t be the best thing he’s ever seen, it’ll just have to be the best wank he’s ever had.
“Oh, fuck, Gaila, your fingers.” So Uhura can sound sexy on purpose, all out of breath when they haven’t even started… “Your tongue,” she says suggestively.
If he listens, Jim could swear he hears the slow wet sound of a tongue over skin.
“You taste nice,” Gaila says, giggly. “Wanna know how I taste?”
“I already know. But you know how I feel about refresher courses.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Gaila sucks in breath. “Mmmmm-hmmmmm.”
“Goddamn you’re wet. So am I. Feel…” Uhura gurgled with pleasure, doing something that made her bedsprings creak. “Feel my cunt…”
“You have prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. Look at that clit! It’s just so cute!”
Jim’s pretty sure he couldn’t stop jacking off if the entire Starfleet Academic Board was watching him.
“Mind if I get a toy?” Gaila asks sweetly.
“Baby, I’m not sure I could survive…! That’s not a no.”
With one last noise that could only be a slap of skin against skin, Gaila is up. Jim leans his head back, eyes closed, still picturing Uhura’s pretty little pussy when he hears Gaila’s footsteps outside, like, right outside the door. He’s just opened his eyes when he sees Gaila standing in the open doorway, buck-naked, hands on her green hips. His cock twitches like it wants to know why he’s stopped masturbating. Looking at Gaila, Jim doesn’t think he has an answer for it.
“That’ll do,” Gaila says before dragging him out by the hand while he’s still too stunned to do anything about it. And she grabs the hand he’d been masturbating with. Of course.
“Gaila, what the fuck!” Uhura jumps up, slapping her arms closed over her breasts and vagina. “What the fuck, is that Jim Kirk!”
“Hi,” Jim says, really wishing he could adequately cover his phallus with one hand, but at this point, that’s like trying to bail out the Titanic.
“Jim fucking Kirk!” Uhura yells. “What the fuck is he doing here? Was he in there the whole time!?”
“Could you stop saying fuck, kinda makes it difficult to… concentrate.” Uhura glares at him. “Especially when you’re angry.”
“C’mon, Uhura, he’s fucked half the student body, aren’t you the least bit curious?”
“No, I’m…” Uhura glances downward and instantly flushes.
Despite the circumstances, Jim can’t help but feel a bit proud. “Yeah, I tend to have that effect on people.”
“The effect of people looking at you and thinking ‘what a big dick’? Not that—I’ve seen bigger.”
“Where, on a Tellarian Water Horse?” Gaila laughs, gives it a little tap with her forefinger and Jim almost comes, but if he can avoid having the world’s biggest orgasm long enough to get this thing under control… Gaila and Uhura. Damn.
Uhura’s eyes follow it as it bounces up and down. “Okay, once. Just once. And if you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone, I will beam you into general assembly buck-naked.”
Kirk doesn’t bother to tell her that isn’t the most intimidating threat, since it sounds a lot like how he spent last Saturday. “My lips are sealed.”
“Let’s hope not,” Gaila smirks, pulling him toward the bed.
He stands his ground, tugging her back against him, and gives her a proper thank-you for getting him into a threesome with the prettiest xenolinguist in Starfleet, one hand cupping her sex, the other groping her ass. Uhura watches his fingers sink into Gaila’s rounded, emerald ass. She sits down on the bed, crossing her legs, arms spread at her sides. Kirk eyes her over Gaila’s shoulder, now slowly walking the Orion backwards, until he lets her collapse on the bed beside Uhura.
“So… which of you ladies has dibs?”
***
Uhura rolls her eyes. She can’t believe she’s about to fuck a guy with the comparative IQ of… oh, it’s not worth thinking about. Gaila’s always getting her into these situations, masturbating with a vibrator in front of her, showering together, using a bionic strap-on on her. And James T. Kirk may be many things, but he’s not a liar. His word is his bond. After tonight, it’ll be like this never happened.
Oh, God, she’s never going to live this down. He’d better be worth it, or Gaila is sleeping alone for the next month.
“I’ll do it,” Uhura says, standing up like she’s volunteering to clean plasma conduits. “I swear to God, you’d better be able to keep your mouth shut…”
“Well, that all depends on what I have in it…”
Gaila laughs. She thinks it’s funny. Uhura remembers all the holo-adverts of the shiny, professional Starfleet that made her want to join up. Admittedly, the sex here is probably better. Still, false advertising.
She pulls him to her, because God knows she’s not going to endure any more of his I’m-king-of-the-universe quips when she can be fucking, and jams his face against her cleavage. Where Gaila is soft, he’s ravenous, his stubble grating against her luscious skin as he licks everywhere at once. She has to hold him to the nipple of her left breast, and even then he doesn’t suck like Gaila, but bites. She’d complain if it didn’t feel so good.
Gaila’s hands travel up her legs and cup her buttocks, then the Orion takes a cue from her latest boyfriend and bites down on Uhura’s asscheek. Her teeth are sharper than Kirk’s, more feral. It still feels nice, and she finds herself curving into their touches, drifting back until she’s only held up by the two of them, like she’s caught in the sheer force of their lust.
Gaila circles around, now vining herself around Uhura’s legs and burying her face in Uhura’s sex as Kirk wraps his admittedly very strong, very buff arms around her. His hand fondles her ass and oh, James T. Kirk is an ass-man, she could’ve lived with not knowing that. His fingers brush the teeth-marks Gaila left and Uhura shudders. Now they’re bearing her down to the bed, half-on, half-off, her legs on Gaila’s shoulders as the animal woman eats her out and Kirk nips at her other breast. These, these two fuckers… if Uhura had to have a threesome, she came to the right twosome.
“Now, Jim, now,” Gaila whispers in-between kissing Uhura’s mons, and then gets out of the way as Jim leans over Uhura. His cock brushes her thigh as he gets into position, still wet from Gaila, who slaps herself down next to Uhura. “He’s really good at this,” she says, purportedly into Uhura’s ear, but loud enough to make Kirk grin.
Uhura puts a knee to Jim’s chest, freezing him. “Not a word of this. To anyone. Ever.”
He grabs her leg and moves it up enough to kiss her calf. “I swear.”
***
Gaila watches him enter Uhura. Jim takes his sweet time, his cock seems to go in forever. At first Uhura is just tense, but with every inch her nostrils flare, her eyes get wider, and her fingers grip the bedsheets tighter. Finally, she lets out the galaxy’s most uninhibited moan, tits bounding with each breath, a wide smile settling on her face.
Gaila kisses her cheek. “Told ya so.”
Jim starts moving in her, making Uhura gape and sigh with every thrust, and Gaila pets her friend’s chest as it fills with sweat. Kirk kisses them both in turn, first Uhura—hand in her hair, breasts pressed against his chest, then letting her drop back to the bed and starting to really let her have it—then Gaila—slower, softer, sweet like she knows he can be. Gaila pulls back and runs an affectionate hand from his jaw down to his abs, tracing a finger from his loins to Uhura’s. Marvelous.
“So, what is your first name?” Jim asks.
Uhura groans in a way that has nothing to do with the sex.
“I just thought, since I’m inside you, you might let me know.”
“Make me come, I’ll think about it,” Uhura says, only half-succeeding in keeping the obvious lust out of her voice.
“Yes ma’am.”
Gaila waits until they’ve got a good rhythm going to ask “Hey, can one of you eat me out?”
Jim opens his mouth, already with a cocky grin like he’s won the trifecta, but Uhura says “I will!” first. Gaila gives him a consolation kiss before he can close his mouth, then swings her long legs over Uhura. Kirk can only watch in awe as Gaila faces him and slowly lowers herself onto Uhura. He watches Gaila’s eyes widen as Uhura’s talented tongue caresses her sex. His hips become a blur of motion.
“Is she good, baby?” he asks.
“She’s so good!”
“Better than me?”
“Well…”
Jim glances down at where Uhura is doing what can only be described as making love to Gaila with her mouth. He throws Uhura’s parted legs up, over his shoulders, grabs her thighs and pulls her against his cock so hard it’s like he’s going to warp. As if in competition, Uhura licks deeper, harder. Gaila pinches Jim’s nipple in one hand and rolls the other along Uhura’s heaving body, just feeling the energy in their bodies as it flows through the three of them. She smiles. They always said Starfleet would open her up to new experiences. Now she’s got the cutest boy and the cutest girl in the Academy fucking each other with her right in the middle. Life’s good.
Uhura wraps her legs around Kirk, hard, and grips Gaila’s thighs harder. Her entire body is tensing up, filling up, already past its limit. Kirk’s skin is turning red, which Gaila always thought was so exotic and sexy. And she’s bucking and whooping, clawing at Jim’s chest like she knew he liked. Then all three of them are coming, Gaila first with a flush of pheromones that drives the others over the edge into orgasmic, narcotic bliss. Jim comes so hard his semen spills out of Uhura’s cunt, while Uhura’s fingernails dig into Gaila’s thighs hard enough to break the skin. Gaila moans aloud at this, her orgasm continuing that much longer.
Kirk pumps a few more times into Uhura like a great train winding down, still half-hard from Gaila’s pheromones, but when he pulls out he’s completely spent. Gaila flops off Uhura, hitting the bed and gleefully smelling the mix of sweat and sex and them soaked into the sheets. Uhura will insist on washing them in the morning, but for now…
She pulls the sheets to herself like a stuffed animal. Rubs Uhura affectionately with the heel of her foot.
Uhura moans, her legs still wide open and trembling. “None of that, please. I think I’m fucked solid for the entire year.”
From the foot of the bed, Jim just snores.
“We actually wore out James T. Kirk,” Gaila laughs. “No easy feat, trust me. High five?”
Uhura taps Gaila’s hand where it’s lying on the bed. “Gaila?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not going to tell anyone about this either, are you?”
“What was that, dearest? I’m so tired…” Gaila yawns.
“Gaila, please, I’m trying to enjoy that act of depravity, don’t make me go to bed worried.”
“I promise,” Gaila says reluctantly. “Although Spock might like to know you’re open to threesomes.”
“Gaila! You evil—“
Gaila rolls over, upside-down to Uhura. So she throw a leg over Uhura’s chest and hugs her hips. “You love it.”
Uhura wraps her arms around Gaila’s leg. “Yeah.”
Jim snores again.
“He’d better be out of here by the time I wake up, though.”
“No morning glory?” Gaila pouts. “I thought we were just getting good at this.”
Fandom: Star Trek
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,332
Author’s notes: Written for the Porn Battle. Prompt: Roommates
Characters/Pairings: Gaila/Kirk/Uhura
Summary: It isn’t like Gaila was angling for a threesome. She just happened to have Jim Kirk naked in the closet and Uhura just happened to be in the mood. These things happen to Orion girls.
Okay, everyone knows xenolinguistics is the most boring thing anywhere, but Kirk can still appreciate it. Like the Orion language. It’s hard not to appreciate a language that can say “do me against the wall!” in one word. But no sooner has he pressed Gaila’s back against the wall then Gaila pushes him back, head cocked. She’s listening to the beeps of the control pad outside as it accepts Uhura’s code. Uhura, of course, being one of the proofs that xenolinguistics is boring, because she’s got the smoothest chocolate skin, amazing breasts, and wears that fucking miniskirt like no one’s business and whenever she talks phonology, Jim’s eyes still glaze over.
“Closet!” Gaila says, and Jim can’t argue because he knows having his cock exposed while in the same room as an irate Uhura is a recipe for disaster, so he just makes little protesting noises as she shoves him in and slams the door behind him, just as Uhura walks in. Perfectly good hard-on, perfectly great hard-on, wasted.
So he’s standing there, willing himself to go flaccid, which should be easy because Uhura is going on about the most boring thing anywhere, but she keeps mentioning “learning the Andorian tongue” and “wrestling with the Klingon language” and goddamn pheromone side effects…
“So I’m really tense,” Uhura finishes, slumping on her bed. “You mind if we fuck?”
Okay, what language has a perfectly innocent phrase that happens to sound like the English “you mind if we fuck?” Maybe xenolinguistics isn’t that boring.
“Not at all,” Gaila says. She’d pulled the sheets up to her chin after throwing Kirk in the closet and he hears them rustle as she gets out of bed. Uhura goddamn moans at the sight of her, and Jim can just imagine what she looks like, freshly fucked, hair a mess, eyes still narrowed. “Let’s get those clothes off.”
Jim’s going to be rock-hard for the rest of his fucking life.
He hears clothes hit the floor. Regulation-issue miniskirt. Regulation-issue top. Panties, bra, and he’s never heard anything that sounds quite like them. Then Uhura moans again, louder, and he can’t see a goddamn thing. Fuck it. He puts his ear against the door and his hand on his cock and decides if this can’t be the best thing he’s ever seen, it’ll just have to be the best wank he’s ever had.
“Oh, fuck, Gaila, your fingers.” So Uhura can sound sexy on purpose, all out of breath when they haven’t even started… “Your tongue,” she says suggestively.
If he listens, Jim could swear he hears the slow wet sound of a tongue over skin.
“You taste nice,” Gaila says, giggly. “Wanna know how I taste?”
“I already know. But you know how I feel about refresher courses.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Gaila sucks in breath. “Mmmmm-hmmmmm.”
“Goddamn you’re wet. So am I. Feel…” Uhura gurgled with pleasure, doing something that made her bedsprings creak. “Feel my cunt…”
“You have prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. Look at that clit! It’s just so cute!”
Jim’s pretty sure he couldn’t stop jacking off if the entire Starfleet Academic Board was watching him.
“Mind if I get a toy?” Gaila asks sweetly.
“Baby, I’m not sure I could survive…! That’s not a no.”
With one last noise that could only be a slap of skin against skin, Gaila is up. Jim leans his head back, eyes closed, still picturing Uhura’s pretty little pussy when he hears Gaila’s footsteps outside, like, right outside the door. He’s just opened his eyes when he sees Gaila standing in the open doorway, buck-naked, hands on her green hips. His cock twitches like it wants to know why he’s stopped masturbating. Looking at Gaila, Jim doesn’t think he has an answer for it.
“That’ll do,” Gaila says before dragging him out by the hand while he’s still too stunned to do anything about it. And she grabs the hand he’d been masturbating with. Of course.
“Gaila, what the fuck!” Uhura jumps up, slapping her arms closed over her breasts and vagina. “What the fuck, is that Jim Kirk!”
“Hi,” Jim says, really wishing he could adequately cover his phallus with one hand, but at this point, that’s like trying to bail out the Titanic.
“Jim fucking Kirk!” Uhura yells. “What the fuck is he doing here? Was he in there the whole time!?”
“Could you stop saying fuck, kinda makes it difficult to… concentrate.” Uhura glares at him. “Especially when you’re angry.”
“C’mon, Uhura, he’s fucked half the student body, aren’t you the least bit curious?”
“No, I’m…” Uhura glances downward and instantly flushes.
Despite the circumstances, Jim can’t help but feel a bit proud. “Yeah, I tend to have that effect on people.”
“The effect of people looking at you and thinking ‘what a big dick’? Not that—I’ve seen bigger.”
“Where, on a Tellarian Water Horse?” Gaila laughs, gives it a little tap with her forefinger and Jim almost comes, but if he can avoid having the world’s biggest orgasm long enough to get this thing under control… Gaila and Uhura. Damn.
Uhura’s eyes follow it as it bounces up and down. “Okay, once. Just once. And if you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone, I will beam you into general assembly buck-naked.”
Kirk doesn’t bother to tell her that isn’t the most intimidating threat, since it sounds a lot like how he spent last Saturday. “My lips are sealed.”
“Let’s hope not,” Gaila smirks, pulling him toward the bed.
He stands his ground, tugging her back against him, and gives her a proper thank-you for getting him into a threesome with the prettiest xenolinguist in Starfleet, one hand cupping her sex, the other groping her ass. Uhura watches his fingers sink into Gaila’s rounded, emerald ass. She sits down on the bed, crossing her legs, arms spread at her sides. Kirk eyes her over Gaila’s shoulder, now slowly walking the Orion backwards, until he lets her collapse on the bed beside Uhura.
“So… which of you ladies has dibs?”
***
Uhura rolls her eyes. She can’t believe she’s about to fuck a guy with the comparative IQ of… oh, it’s not worth thinking about. Gaila’s always getting her into these situations, masturbating with a vibrator in front of her, showering together, using a bionic strap-on on her. And James T. Kirk may be many things, but he’s not a liar. His word is his bond. After tonight, it’ll be like this never happened.
Oh, God, she’s never going to live this down. He’d better be worth it, or Gaila is sleeping alone for the next month.
“I’ll do it,” Uhura says, standing up like she’s volunteering to clean plasma conduits. “I swear to God, you’d better be able to keep your mouth shut…”
“Well, that all depends on what I have in it…”
Gaila laughs. She thinks it’s funny. Uhura remembers all the holo-adverts of the shiny, professional Starfleet that made her want to join up. Admittedly, the sex here is probably better. Still, false advertising.
She pulls him to her, because God knows she’s not going to endure any more of his I’m-king-of-the-universe quips when she can be fucking, and jams his face against her cleavage. Where Gaila is soft, he’s ravenous, his stubble grating against her luscious skin as he licks everywhere at once. She has to hold him to the nipple of her left breast, and even then he doesn’t suck like Gaila, but bites. She’d complain if it didn’t feel so good.
Gaila’s hands travel up her legs and cup her buttocks, then the Orion takes a cue from her latest boyfriend and bites down on Uhura’s asscheek. Her teeth are sharper than Kirk’s, more feral. It still feels nice, and she finds herself curving into their touches, drifting back until she’s only held up by the two of them, like she’s caught in the sheer force of their lust.
Gaila circles around, now vining herself around Uhura’s legs and burying her face in Uhura’s sex as Kirk wraps his admittedly very strong, very buff arms around her. His hand fondles her ass and oh, James T. Kirk is an ass-man, she could’ve lived with not knowing that. His fingers brush the teeth-marks Gaila left and Uhura shudders. Now they’re bearing her down to the bed, half-on, half-off, her legs on Gaila’s shoulders as the animal woman eats her out and Kirk nips at her other breast. These, these two fuckers… if Uhura had to have a threesome, she came to the right twosome.
“Now, Jim, now,” Gaila whispers in-between kissing Uhura’s mons, and then gets out of the way as Jim leans over Uhura. His cock brushes her thigh as he gets into position, still wet from Gaila, who slaps herself down next to Uhura. “He’s really good at this,” she says, purportedly into Uhura’s ear, but loud enough to make Kirk grin.
Uhura puts a knee to Jim’s chest, freezing him. “Not a word of this. To anyone. Ever.”
He grabs her leg and moves it up enough to kiss her calf. “I swear.”
***
Gaila watches him enter Uhura. Jim takes his sweet time, his cock seems to go in forever. At first Uhura is just tense, but with every inch her nostrils flare, her eyes get wider, and her fingers grip the bedsheets tighter. Finally, she lets out the galaxy’s most uninhibited moan, tits bounding with each breath, a wide smile settling on her face.
Gaila kisses her cheek. “Told ya so.”
Jim starts moving in her, making Uhura gape and sigh with every thrust, and Gaila pets her friend’s chest as it fills with sweat. Kirk kisses them both in turn, first Uhura—hand in her hair, breasts pressed against his chest, then letting her drop back to the bed and starting to really let her have it—then Gaila—slower, softer, sweet like she knows he can be. Gaila pulls back and runs an affectionate hand from his jaw down to his abs, tracing a finger from his loins to Uhura’s. Marvelous.
“So, what is your first name?” Jim asks.
Uhura groans in a way that has nothing to do with the sex.
“I just thought, since I’m inside you, you might let me know.”
“Make me come, I’ll think about it,” Uhura says, only half-succeeding in keeping the obvious lust out of her voice.
“Yes ma’am.”
Gaila waits until they’ve got a good rhythm going to ask “Hey, can one of you eat me out?”
Jim opens his mouth, already with a cocky grin like he’s won the trifecta, but Uhura says “I will!” first. Gaila gives him a consolation kiss before he can close his mouth, then swings her long legs over Uhura. Kirk can only watch in awe as Gaila faces him and slowly lowers herself onto Uhura. He watches Gaila’s eyes widen as Uhura’s talented tongue caresses her sex. His hips become a blur of motion.
“Is she good, baby?” he asks.
“She’s so good!”
“Better than me?”
“Well…”
Jim glances down at where Uhura is doing what can only be described as making love to Gaila with her mouth. He throws Uhura’s parted legs up, over his shoulders, grabs her thighs and pulls her against his cock so hard it’s like he’s going to warp. As if in competition, Uhura licks deeper, harder. Gaila pinches Jim’s nipple in one hand and rolls the other along Uhura’s heaving body, just feeling the energy in their bodies as it flows through the three of them. She smiles. They always said Starfleet would open her up to new experiences. Now she’s got the cutest boy and the cutest girl in the Academy fucking each other with her right in the middle. Life’s good.
Uhura wraps her legs around Kirk, hard, and grips Gaila’s thighs harder. Her entire body is tensing up, filling up, already past its limit. Kirk’s skin is turning red, which Gaila always thought was so exotic and sexy. And she’s bucking and whooping, clawing at Jim’s chest like she knew he liked. Then all three of them are coming, Gaila first with a flush of pheromones that drives the others over the edge into orgasmic, narcotic bliss. Jim comes so hard his semen spills out of Uhura’s cunt, while Uhura’s fingernails dig into Gaila’s thighs hard enough to break the skin. Gaila moans aloud at this, her orgasm continuing that much longer.
Kirk pumps a few more times into Uhura like a great train winding down, still half-hard from Gaila’s pheromones, but when he pulls out he’s completely spent. Gaila flops off Uhura, hitting the bed and gleefully smelling the mix of sweat and sex and them soaked into the sheets. Uhura will insist on washing them in the morning, but for now…
She pulls the sheets to herself like a stuffed animal. Rubs Uhura affectionately with the heel of her foot.
Uhura moans, her legs still wide open and trembling. “None of that, please. I think I’m fucked solid for the entire year.”
From the foot of the bed, Jim just snores.
“We actually wore out James T. Kirk,” Gaila laughs. “No easy feat, trust me. High five?”
Uhura taps Gaila’s hand where it’s lying on the bed. “Gaila?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not going to tell anyone about this either, are you?”
“What was that, dearest? I’m so tired…” Gaila yawns.
“Gaila, please, I’m trying to enjoy that act of depravity, don’t make me go to bed worried.”
“I promise,” Gaila says reluctantly. “Although Spock might like to know you’re open to threesomes.”
“Gaila! You evil—“
Gaila rolls over, upside-down to Uhura. So she throw a leg over Uhura’s chest and hugs her hips. “You love it.”
Uhura wraps her arms around Gaila’s leg. “Yeah.”
Jim snores again.
“He’d better be out of here by the time I wake up, though.”
“No morning glory?” Gaila pouts. “I thought we were just getting good at this.”
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Date: 2009-06-11 08:15 pm (UTC)Please accept this Best Line Ever award. And possibly my firstborn.
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Date: 2009-06-11 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-12 01:27 am (UTC)ME. FUCKING. TOO. OMG.
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Date: 2009-06-11 09:27 pm (UTC)*applauds*
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Date: 2009-06-11 10:58 pm (UTC)Holy shit that was hot. I didn't realize I need more Kirk/Uhura/Gaila until I read this. Kudos I say.
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Date: 2009-06-11 11:10 pm (UTC)FUCK YES. there needs to be more academy!Kirk getting it the fuck ON.
And I totally thought he and Uhura seemed way too familiar with being naked in a room together.
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Date: 2009-06-11 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-12 01:28 am (UTC)......also, sequel including spock PLEASE KTHX. ;D ;D ;D
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Date: 2009-06-12 03:14 am (UTC)I liked what you did with the 3 different pov's also.
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