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"Hi, this is Verity. I can't come to the phone right now, so please leave a message. Thanks!"

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[jirk]

[That gets a laugh.]

Well I'm sure they'll appreciate your expert captain wrangling.

[Though they probably wouldn't be terribly surprised. His falling into the bed of a beautiful woman on a strange planet? Not unusual. Maybe his staying there for more than a few nights is, but that's just the result of being trapped here for over a month now.]

I think you'd really like them. Man, Chekov. He'd follow you around like a puppy.

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Who's Chekov? And he can't do that, you've already claimed the position of Weird Hot Guy From Another Dimension.

[ Snorting, she tugs on his shirt and winds the soft cotton around her fingers. Out of sight under the duvet, her touches are fleeting and brief against his skin, sometimes a full palm running over his stomach and sometimes just nails. ]

[jirk]

[He shifts enough to drape his right leg across hers where she'd shuffled up close to him. Human pretzel competition, go.]

He's my navigator. Good-- [Hm, no, correction--] great kid. It's like having a younger brother. One of the youngest graduates of Starfleet ever. Just... one of those guys that's totally earnest about everything they do. Gives a hundred percent, gets excited about everything. Saved my life a few times.

[And then less pensively,]

And I don't follow you like a puppy. Maybe a tiger. ['Rawr']

[verification]

Captain Tiger. A great nickname to get between the sheets, I admit.

[ Shaking against him with suppressed laughter, she hums and tangles up happily. It's very preferable to spending the night alone, otherwise. ]

You know, if it wasn't for Loki and, uh, probably inverting reality itself with an outside influence that doesn't belong, I'd hop over to your universe in a heartbeat. See what that's all about.

[ Not for Jim, although he'd be a massive plus as a friend, but for science reasons. Space exploration sounds infinitely more interesting than anything in her old life. ]

[jirk]

[Awh, see, this is why you're his favourite. He tickles lightly at her side, just for fun in response to that whole laughter thing.]

Who's to say you couldn't do it on a sabbatical? If we can get brought here without destroying the known fabric of the universe, odds are you'd be fine in my world. We already know that I'm not from your reality's future.

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[ Squirming, she pinches him lightly back. Psh, stop. ]

Don't say that, it's so depressing to think about. [ For it, he'll get a nip on the neck too. ] Maybe you do. It's more likely we're all linked somehow than not, I just don't want us to try leaping through existence and not pop out the other end. I'd rather you didn't try and were safe back home.

[jirk]

[He mouths the word 'ow' with all due theatrics, and in answer she is definitely going to get pinned against the mattress with him straddling her hips, the duvet tented around them like some bizarre attempt at a pillow fort.

He does, however, lean down to kiss her, all at once slow and sensual, bracketing her head with his arms.]

Then I guess we better enjoy ourselves now, huh.

[But he's not really angling for sex - funny how he lost his taste for the constant, casual sort after everything with Khan - so instead he kisses her cheek and sort of settles beside her with a leg thrown over her hips.]

Doesn't mean I can't tell you about it, though. Anything you want to know?

[verification]

[ Clapping a hand over her mouth when she yelps out a laugh after being pinned, she bites her lip and tries to stay quiet while shuddering with contained laughter, hands falling to his arms during the affectionate kiss. Verity combs her fingers through his hair and rubs it the wrong way up his neck, smoothing it down again as their lips part.

She turns her head and hooks an arm around his shoulders, letting him snuggle up against her for a change. ]

How long until I get to be a captain too?

[ LIE DETECTOR CAPTAIN, ahw yeah. ]

[jirk]

[Joke's on her this position happens to put him exactly on the level with her rack you bet he's going to use her as a pillow.]

Save the world, then we'll talk.

[He slips his hand up under her shirt, thumb resting in the hollow of her navel, his other fingers beneath the waistband of her pajama pants.]

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[ Joke's on him, she knows. ]

You did not save the world. Did you? Did you seriously save the world, Jim? I can't even ask it with a straight face, that sounds crazy.

[ He'll feel her whole belly jumping with laughter, a hand slipping from from his hair to drag down her face. ]

[jirk]

Wow, and why is that so hard to believe, exactly?

[He curls his fingers lightly, just enough for her to feel his fingernails against his skin, and bites at her shirt. Which-- gets him a mouthful of shirt. In hindsight, not the best plan.]

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I can't believe this. [ Thrilled by how ludicrously dramatic the statement is (and how true!), she slips her hand into his to shake it. ] If I'd saved the world I'd open every fucking conversation with that.

"Hello, yes, sir? My name's Verity and I'm the savior of the human race, can I buy you a drink?" Jim.

[ Might be kicking her heels under the blanket. It's just funny, okay!! And impressive, but ffs. ]

[jirk]

[He nuzzles up against her neck, twining their fingers together over her stomach. Her reaction is making him feel pleasantly warm - he tends not to lead with it because he is, in some respects, absolutely tired of public scrutiny much less the media circus that follows the thunderclap of every livewire lightning strike, but they're friends. This? Straight-up endearing.]

It wasn't just me. Couldn't've done it without my crew.

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[ Her fingers squeeze his, bringing his hand up to kiss each one. ]

You know that's the most impressive, dramatic thing you could probably ever truthfully say, right?

[jirk]

[But they lost another planet. He knows better than to blame himself for Vulcan-- they did everything they could, they tried. But it wasn't enough.]

I think that'd probably be 'I saved the universe'. Which, for the record, haven't done. Yet.

[He curls his fingers as she kisses them, and then brushes them lightly through her hair.]

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[ Stretching into the caresses through her hair, she relaxes like a rubber-band easing back into its shape and scoops up his chin to steal a kiss, slow and smiling and soft. ]

I wouldn't be surprised if you did, Jim.

[ Booping his nose with hers, she snickers again. ]

[jirk]

[He hmms faintly.]

We'll see, I guess.

[He steals another kiss, and then tugs at the hem of her shirt.]

Hey, take this off and roll over, will you? Got any lotion handy?

[Now that they're all warm in their blanket-bubble, it's time for a massage.]

[verification]

He asked, in a girl's bedroom. [ Jim, please. ] Try the vanity, it should have some hand-cream.

[ Twisting around, she pulls her vest off easily and flops on her front, hugging a pillow as she reads his intent. ]

You'll make me fall asleep, I warn you now.

[jirk]

[Grumble, grumble, but he heaves himself over her (such an effort) and practically falls off the bed on the other side. Amidst a bit of ow and what the hell and where's the-- oh he manages to find it, and then it's right back under the covers where it's warm and (better yet) occupied by a pretty, half-naked girl. He has two things: the lotion and a piece of chocolate-dipped apple, of which he is clearly eating a second.]

For the record, in a guy's bedroom it would be right beside the bed.

[Therefore easier to acquire, geeze. He holds the apple up for her to take, and settles again across her hips, though he's supporting most of his own weight. He drags the blanket forward so it'll stay over them while he works, supported mostly by the back of his head, and then drags his fingers lightly against the small of her back. He can see pretty decently even in the near-dark, ('thanks, khan') but prefers the sensation of touching her skin.]

I was born in space.

[He says it thoughtfully as he shifts, dumps a dollop of lotion into his hand and then warms it up before smoothing his palm down along her spine. He's not saying it for any especial reason - he knows she's curious about what and where he's from, but that she probably won't ask. So. Volunteering information. Go for it.]

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Ugh, informative and gross to know. Thanks.

[ Pulling a face at him, he gets his karmic reward as he stumbles over the science books beside her bed. Lotion in-hand when he returns, she keeps an eye on him over a shoulder (it's a nice view, okay) until he turns himself into a human tent (oh no, he's cute) and gets to work, large hands running down the curve of her spine making her wriggle as initial sensitivities rise.

I was born in space. Unsurprising to hear, even if it's nice to get a small influx of extra info on him. She takes it for what it is and hums thoughtfully. ]

Huh, that explains it ... Is that why your eyes are so full of stars?

[ Keeping as serious a face as possible, she shoots him a glance. Jim isn't he only one who can flirt. ]

[jirk]

[He huffs a genuinely amused little laugh as he digs his thumbs in alongside her spine at its base, working up to her shoulderblades.]

Wow. That was pretty cheesy. I'll have to remember it.

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[ A satisfied grunt is drawn out as his thumbs knead their way higher, rumbling in her chest even when a hand lightly slaps his bent knee at her side. ]

Don't steal all my amazing pick-up lines, you thief. Mmm, trade you for more of this. [ Maybe she'll become one with the bed and just never leave it, that sounds excellent. ] If you were born in space, where do you say you come from? 'Second star to the right and straight on till morning'?

[jirk]

[He works at her shoulders for a time, fingers hooked over her collarbone as he works at the knots of tension with his thumbs.]

Dunno. Never really told anybody before. [Mostly, people just knew. He shrugs, it translates into a slight pressure of his fingers where they are.] I mean, I'm from Iowa. More or less.

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[ Her shoulders keep trying to work themselves further into his hands, rolling hedonistically. No one ever touches her like this so Verity soaks it up like a sponge, arching her back to try and coax him into touching more. ]

You do look like you're from Iowa.

[ Shaking with laughter into the pillow. ]

[jirk]

[W O W.]

And what's that supposed to mean?

[HE IS DEEPLY HURT OVER HERE you're lucky he likes you enough to start digging at whatever the hell you've done to the muscles situated just south of your shoulder blades because um???]