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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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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."

"'Kay... Jim, you're my favorite. You know that, right?"

"Don't tell Spock, he'll rip my throat right out."

"Oh, no he won't," she replied, cuddling close again and closing her eyes. "Sometimes I think everyone must see it when I look at you, but no one's said anything to me."

This was really not the kind of thing he wanted to be talking about with her when she was drunk. Because really, he should be the drunk one for serious conversations about feelings.

"People don't see things they don't want to."

"Mmmhm. S'none of their business, anyway." She sighed happily, beginning to feel a little sleepy. "But I think I might like you too much." He'd become essential to her. He was her doctor, her CMO, her closest confidant, her lover, and the person she trusted more than anyone.

Yeah that had become pretty obvious over the past hour or so that he'd been taking care of her and his first instinct was still to push as much distance between them as possible.

"Get some sleep. We'll talk about this later."

She wouldn't have been talking like this if she was sober, but she could still somewhat pick up on his discomfort. Or perhaps she was finally starting to sober up a bit. "Am I scaring you?" she asked softly, afraid to open her eyes and see the look on his face.

"What, by drinking strange alcohol? Yeah, I'm having heart palpitations."

Her drunken mind was too scattered to call him on ignoring the real meaning behind her question. "Wouldn't put it past you. I think I need to sleep now."

"I'll be here. Don't worry."

"Thank you, kipenzi," she murmured, the Swahili endearment slipping out unconsciously. Slowly she started drifting into sleep, still holding on to him.

Fuck, Kirk had no idea what that word meant. But he could hazard a guess and it made him want to pull away all over again. He waited until she fell asleep and he was sure that she was fast asleep before he moved. And even then it was just to swipe her PADD off the sidetable so he could hack into it with his codes and finish up the work he had to do. Because that was easier than thinking about her drunken confessions.

Nyota slipped quickly into a deep sleep, full of colorful, nonsensical dreams. When Jim shifted away from her she made a small protesting noise in her sleep and tried to hold on to him, then buried her face in the pillow and mumbled incoherently. She tended to talk in her sleep, but it wasn't usually intelligible.

When morning came, she drifted slowly towards consciousness, her eyes blinking open. Jim was lying beside her, fast asleep on her PADD. Her head felt a little funny, but slowly the previous night started to drift back to her. Oh... Shit.

Jim had maybe fallen asleep a few hours earlier, finally reaching the end of things to catch up on from the PADD and putting his head down to just rest for a second and not think at all about what she said.

He shifted in his sleep, curling around the pillow and PADD a little bit more.

It was a relief that he wasn't awake yet. She needed time to think about the night before. Apparently only one goblet of alien alcohol was enough to make her absurdly drunk, and... very talkative. At least she didn't have much of a hangover. Letting out a slow breath, she watched him sleep for a few moments. He looked peaceful, and oh so handsome.

Then she quietly slipped out of bed, grabbed a robe to put on over the t-shirt, and sat down at her computer to check on a few things.

Moving out of bed was what woke him up. Or made him vaguely aware that there was a world outside of sleep and it took him a minute but he pulled it together enough to wake up, staring at her abandoned spot on the bed for a few seconds like he was wondering where the hell he was.

But that's right. He was in Uhura's cabin and he hadn't run for it like all of his instincts said he should.

Jim sat up after a minute, slipping his fingers through his hair and looking over at her.

"Hey."

When he looked over at her she tried to smile, though it felt a little forced. If only she couldn't remember the night before in such excruciating detail. "Hey," she replied, studying his face as she tried to figure out what he was thinking and tried to determine what she ought to say.

"Thanks for looking after me last night. If it wasn't obvious, I was... exceedingly drunk."

Jim gave a humorless smile for that, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "I did notice. I do have a medical degree."