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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?"

Threaded | Flat

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..."