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WHO: Jim Kirk and Uhura
WHAT: Alien booze doesn't sit with the Captain well apparently.
WHERE: Her cabin. He's trying to get her back to bed.

Five years ago, this wouldn't really have been a problem for him, he was pretty sure. But he'd also be tipsy bordering on drunk with the girl, so the consent line would not have been even really an issue. But as it was, he'd been on the ship for this mission, working on paperwork and stocking in Sickbay since it was slow and a medic should do just fine on the planet.

Of course, he'd been summoned to the transport room anyway, when the away party came back because they were all acting a little... off according to his medic, who in all honesty, sounded off himself. To which Kirk figured out they were all varying degrees of drunk and that the alien liquor was taking longer to process in their systems than human liquor did.

So Kirk sent the rest of the team to their rooms, a couple of them with another person to help guide them while he tackled the problem of their Captain. It wasn't even because they were dating, since the crew didn't know about that still, it was simply because as her CMO, her health was his problem. Jim managed to get her back to her quarters with minimal groping and if more happened in the elevator, then it wasn't like someone else was in there with them.

Inside her quarters was another story. Since he didn't have the 'people could see' excuse and it was literally only because he was stone cold sober that he was even resisting.

"What if, you go to bed instead?"

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Nyota handled her liquor well. She always had. She was the girl who could order six shots at a bar and still be completely coherent and ready for cocktails afterward. Unfortunately, if she ever crossed over the line into actual intoxication, she ended up very, very intoxicated. On the planet, she'd only had one large goblet full of the sweet, golden liquor, but apparently it had been more than enough. She'd just barely managed to stay vertical until they beamed back to the planet, and when Jim met her on the transporter pad she had to be extra careful to restrain herself. Someone might see, and that obviously wasn't okay.

But it was definitely a struggle, and if she stole a kiss in the lift and slid her hand up his shirt a little, then she didn't think she could really be blamed. He was so warm and so close and he smelled absolutely fantastic. She was glad there wasn't anyone in the corridor to see her leaning on him as she stumbled back to her quarters.

As soon as they were inside, she wrapped herself around him, pressing her body against his, want amplified by intoxication. "Come with me," she whispered against his ear, then pressed her lips to his neck, nipping gently. "Please..."

Jim groaned to himself, and after a moment, forced himself to put his hands on her shoulders, and give her a small push back. She was drunk, and he was completely sober and it would just be wrong.

"I think you're going to fall asleep before I even get my pants off."

He tasted good, too, but then he was pushing her away, making her emit a needy little whine. She wasn't used to him pushing her away, and her drunken mind couldn't make any sense of it.

"I'm not sleepy," she protested, one hand cupping his cheek, brown eyes wide and slightly confused as they searched his face. "What's wrong? Don't you want me?"

Now that wasn't fair. That look took down stronger men than he was.

"That isn't it," Kirk answered, reaching a hand up to touch the back of hers as it rested against his cheek. "You're kinda drunk. And I'm kinda not."

Her eyelashes fluttered a bit when his hand touched hers. "So? I'm not that drunk," she whispered, even though it wasn't true. Her head was a warm, pleasant haze, and he was so close and so hot and so wondrously Jim.

"You know I want you," she murmured, leaning closer to brush her nose against his. "I don't understand what the problem is..." She'd have a hard time even walking to the bed by herself, but she could still enunciate her words. Her speech was always the last thing to go.

"I'm getting old and mature or something, that's the problem," Kirk muttered, more to himself than actually to her because it wasn't really something he could explain anyway. Maybe five years ago the sober line wouldn't have bothered him much either but as it was, he was the CMO on the Fleet's flagship and she was his Captain and even though the authority thing didn't bug him most days, there just seemed to be a line there right now.

Even if they were pretty much dating and this happened all the time.

"You haven't had that kind of alcohol before. I'm concerned what it's doing to you."

Her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of what he was saying, tried to understand why he wouldn't give her what she wanted. As far as she was concerned, she might be drunk, but it wasn't a big deal. The alien liquor had been unusually strong, but it wasn't all that different from normal intoxication, and it wasn't like they didn't have sex fairly often.

"It's not doing anything to me. I'm just kinda drunk, but I'm fine. Totally fine, promise." She was trying to reason with him, but of its own accord her hand had slipped under his shirt. "Jim, please... I need you. I've been thinking about this all night."

She wasn't making this easy on him, that was for sure.

"When you're sober, I'm all yours," Jim answered, reaching to grab that hand and pull it out from under his shirt. Because the groping was seriously the hardest part to ignore.

"Otherwise no."

Her lips pursed in a pout when he caught her hand. She wanted to keep arguing with him, but it wasn't as if she had a right to demand sex, much as she felt like she might die without it. Even if he was trying to do the right thing, she felt rejected.

Still, the thought of him leaving her alone in her quarters was somehow even worse than him turning her down. Keeping hold of the hand he'd used to move hers, she tried to tug him in the direction of her bed, stumbling slightly as she did so. "'Kay, just... stay. Cuddle." The last word was part question, part statement.

He was definitely growing up if his second thought besides the suspicion that she was planning on groping him more while they were "cuddling" was that he had things to finish in the sickbay. And sure, they could probably wait until later but why the hell did he care about work at all right now.

"You gonna keep your hands to yourself?"

Maybe she was still wondering if she could seduce him, but it was better to have him there for cuddling than to not have him at all. She really didn't want to watch him leave right now. "Of course," she replied, attempting an innocent smile. "Just want you to hold me..." Her speech was finally starting to suffer from the alcohol, but she didn't care anymore.

Jim didn't say anything for a moment, just watched her. Half as a doctor trying to appraise how the alcohol was affecting her without having to pull out a tricorder and and he didn't think that he had anything to be concerned about right now. It was just strong liquor. It didn't seem to be attacking an organ for no reason whatsoever besides the fact that it was alien.

"Alright," he said. "But no funny business."

She could tell that he was studying her, and she wanted to pass inspection. Her eyes met his as she tried to summon the sobriety she did not in any way feel. No matter what happened, it felt vitally important that he not leave. When he agreed she smiled happily. "No funny business," she agreed, tugging on him again as she stumbled in the direction of the bed.

Jim reached out to grab her by the arm, mostly just to steady her because he really didn't want to have to peel her off the ground. When they finally made it to her bed, he turned her slightly and gave her a nudge towards it.

"You want some pajamas?"

She was silently grateful for his support, because walking was far more challenging than it had any right to be. "Nuh-uh, don't need pajamas. Just you," she murmured, sitting down unsteadily on the edge of the bed and then trying to shimmy her dress up over her head. Halfway through she realized she was still wearing her boots and started trying to kick them off, too. Neither venture was very successful.

"I'm not clothes, in case you forgot," Jim teased, crouching down for a moment so he could take off her boots. Which, it helped when you unzipped them but you know. Details.

"Still want to wear you," she murmured, pouting slightly when her clothes didn't immediately come off the way she wanted them to. She watched for a few moments as he started taking off her boots, then began trying to work on the dress again... which ended up caught awkwardly around her arms and neck. "What's wrong with this uniform? Why's it not coming off?"

"Because you're drunk," Jim answered, rolling his eyes a little bit as he got up to help ease the uniform off of her. And she was seriously going to be wearing at least a shirt because he was not cuddling her like this. His will would crumble.

So he went to get her the shirt and offered it to her, just to see if she could put it on herself.

"So you keep saying, but where's your proof?" she challenged, words ever so slightly slurred. "I only had one..." It shouldn't have been enough for her to feel this woozy. Sighing contentedly as he helped her out of the uniform, she resisted the urge to reach out for him when he stepped away. While he was gone she undid her bra and tossed it aside, leaving her in her panties.

For a few moments she just frowned at the offered shirt, then accepted it with a sigh. After she'd somehow managed to put it on she reached out for him, trying to pull him closer. "You don't need all these clothes."

"And now we know how their liquor affects humans," Kirk answered patiently, keeping his eyes averted from her until she put the shirt on because you know, temptation. He sighed a moment later, and reached over his head to pull his science tunic off. He left the black undershirt on and took off his boots and pants as well but that was all she was getting from him.

"Better?"

"I just feel kind of uncoordinated. S'fine," she replied, letting her eyes trail over him as he took off his tunic and pants. Maybe he wouldn't have sex with her, but she didn't see any reason not to look at him.

"Much." She reached out for him again, wanting him in bed with her and in her arms.

This was probably a bad idea, but he figured that at best, once she fell asleep, he could steal her PADD and hack into his work and do it there and keep an eye on her as she slept off the alcohol. At worst, she probably grope him a lot more before actually falling asleep.

Jim sat down next to her, nudging her shoulder lightly. "Go sleep."

Part of her was still wondering about the possibility of seducing him, but that might drive him away, which was the last thing she wanted. "'Kay," she whispered, wrapping her arms around one of his and resting her head on his shoulder. She wanted to lie down, but only if he was going to lie down with her. "Promise you won't leave."

Stubborn woman.

"I'm not leaving," Jim answered, shifting on the bed so she was using the pillow as a pillow instead of his shoulder as one.

Very stubborn.

"Good," she replied, sighing as he moved so she was lying on the pillow. Her arm wound around his torso as she pressed closer, inhaling deeply. "Don't like it when you leave... Have I told you that you smell good?"