James Tiberius Kirk

A   MOMENTARY  STARE ,  if  one  can   call  it   as   such  .   brows   furrow  inward   as  spock    works   his  brain   to   assess  the  situation   .   lips    part    in   turn   for   his  answer  to   his  captain    but  nothing   but  dead  air  meets   the   room .   mouth  closes   again  &  arms  swing   around  his  back   with   ease   ,  he  folds   his   hand  neatly  together  .   it  is  challenge  to  keep  his  feet  from  rocking   at  the  present   time  .    he   tries  again   once more  to  open  his  mouth   ,    thoughts   a   little   more  clear   &   under  control  .   ❛    you  are  injured   captain   .   it  is  only  logical  that  you  would  have  taken  notice  of  this       ❜  his  words  of  course   are  professional      ,    but  his   tone   conveys   a more  personal  aggravation   .     spock  knows   jim  is   lying   .   

Jim knew realistically that there was no way he was going to get away with the fact that he had gotten injured, but it was worth a shot. There was also a small part of him that took the smallest amount of amusement from the down right frustrated look that Spock was desperately trying to hide. Sure to someone passing by the  half Vulcan looked calm and collected, but Jim being someone who knew the other rather well could see the irritation.

   The command, she found, was somewhat redundant – it was her job to see if she could make something of it. But perhaps this was the way he ran when it was his command – repetition, or merely order to fill silence. ( Besides, did not a very retort reminding him that she knew what she was doing begin this conversation in the first place? ) So, in silence, she attempted to listen… closed her eyes, as if the lack of vision would help, fingers tuning while vision was cut.

   Then, suddenly, tentatively… “I believe I may have made contact.”

Jim waited for her to do her job, rather relieved when she didn’t make a remark about how it was her job to do the thing he had ordered. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he tried to reorganize his thoughts as he paced around the bridge. It had been a long day and he was ready to turn in for the night, but his job was never done and he found himself one again not taking his own advice.

Well, that was an interesting and unexpected question. Was she ready? No, not really. Did she have a choice? No. Outside of some nightmares, her psychological state was fine. At least that’s what she knew her report had said after doing the required interview after something like they experienced happened. Truth be told though, she’d rather be working than lingering around and waiting for her own memories to devour her. “As ready as I’ll ever be. What about you? You hanging in there?”

     deep breaths, song, it’s an in-and-out job— go in, get things signed, get back to engineering. it’s not that hard, you’ve done it before. of course, those other times normally didn’t involve talking to the captain when he was without a shirt. dark eyes blinked rapidly as she drew in a deep breath through her nose, just barely fumbling with her PADD as she tried to hand it over. she couldn’t even remember what it was that she was supposed to have him sign at this point.

          “i-i was supposed to have you look these over and sign ‘em so i can get ‘em back to– to mister scott.”

Jim waited patiently for her to tell him what she needed, of course it really hadn’t occurred to him in his tired state that the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt could be potentially distracting for her. There was a chance that he would realize this later, and probably make an effort to apologize to her, but at the moment he just stood there, making no effort to cover up.

He took the PADD that she handed over, looking over what exactly Scotty needed him to sign now. He stood there for a long few minutes, actually making sure to read the material that he was signing for, because despite his tiredness he always did his best when it came to his job, even if it was just paperwork. Once it was read, he went ahead and signed it for her.

INCOMING TRANSMISSION FOR CAPTAIN KIRK, JAMES T — ( @stellaxnatus )

HE WATCHED FROM THE SIDELINES, something he had grown accustomed to since his awakening nearly five years prior. for one reason or another, that’s where he wound up. from filling gaps in his memory, to the birthday party for james kirk. a festivity that he knew the majority of party goers would rather his presence limited at — but they’d be a tad bit warmer since the events with krall. risking life to try  to place a beacon to help them & then returning to make sure nobody suffered for his actions, it was something that people tended to be a tad bit grateful for. however, none of that mattered to him presently & wanted or not — noonien had every intention of staying at his captain’s party. even as hours passed & no chance to speak to him arose.

INSTEAD HE WAS SURPRISED, but grateful, when as the party began to dwindle & the blond walked over to him on his own. the augment offered his typical semi-smile in acknowledgement, trying very hard to not focus greatly on the black eye james was sporting. even now with their romantic bond broken & left in unknown territory, it pained him to see reminders of how breakable & temporary the man he was fond of was. “ many happy returns of the day, captain — james ”

Jim honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had a birthday party, mostly since the date of his birth was hardly ever something he celebrated. Though despite not liking the reminder of the day his father died, the party had been surprisingly pleasant. Jim had done his best to make sure he went around the room, talking to all the guests, unable to really stop being their captain. It was almost exhausting in a way to go around the room, checking up on everyone and making sure they all had some time to talk with him.

Thankfully the party died down, only his close friends and Noonien remaining, which Jim was forever thankful for. He had saved the man for last, simply because he wanted to spend more than five minutes of polite conversation with him. There was a bit of a bounce to his step as he finally got to make his way over to the man. Jim rolled his eyes at him, shaking his head a bit. “Thank you Mr. Singh.”

kissy sentence starters. II Accepting II @boldlyprospering

Jim let out a soft hum, his lips dangerously close to the other’s and yet still so far away. He held out for a long moment, seeing if he could drive the other just the smallest bit wild. There was something about the thrill in teasing Spock, it was almost becoming a bad habit at this point. Jim craved the attention, he wants so desperately to be wanted and desired by Spock. He doesn’t understand it really, there are a beyond a billion people better for the half Vulcan than himself and yet there Spock was asking for another kiss from him.