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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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"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?"

"You haven't today," he teased, propping himself up on his elbow next to her. He was probably going to spend half the night wondering what it really meant when she said that she didn't like it when he left. That felt... really serious.

She smiled dazedly up at him, shifting slightly to press her lips to his fingers. "You smell perfect," she murmured, blissfully unaware of how much her drunken ramblings revealed. "I can't wait to be sober again, because when I am I'm going to kiss you all over..."

"I'm looking forward to it," Jim answered with a smile. "How's your head feeling?"

"Wonderful," she replied, nuzzling against his hand and shifting a little closer. "I think I'm sobering up... You're sure we have to wait?"

"Feeling nauseous at all? Or any weird pains?"

"No, I feel great. Really great. Kind of... floaty." Like she might just lift off the bed, but that wasn't really acceptable unless he floated with her. "You know, your eyes are really, really blue."

"I've been told that before," Jim answered, leaning in slightly so he could get a better look at her pupils. "Floaty how?"

She took him leaning in as encouragement and leaned closer as well. "Like... I might float off the bed." As she spoke these words, she realized that it was really a bit concerning. "Jim, don't let me float away."

Jim arched an eyebrow at her for that, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Does that help?"

"Yes... Maybe. I don't know." She pressed closer and tangled one of her legs with his, her hand clutching lightly at his shirt. "This definitely helps."

"Are you groping me again?"

"Of course not. Just need to hold on to you," she murmured, nuzzling against his shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere," Jim said quietly, making a small face because of all this, though he tried to hide it from her. This is why he should be drunk too. Because then they could be having sex instead of talking inadvertently about attachment and things of that nature.

"Good." She pressed a kiss to his shoulder and then pulled back just enough to look at him, her pupils no doubt blown to hell and back. Something seemed off, but she couldn't think straight and didn't know what it was. "Are you mad at me? I really didn't mean to get drunk... Captains shouldn't get drunk unless they're on shore leave."

Jim frowned at her slightly. "I'm not mad at you. It wasn't your fault."