Star Trek One-Shots

Kirk (4)

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You absolutely, undeniable, with all you heart, hated James T. Kirk.

You hated his golden hair that seemed to always look so perfect. You hated his sea blue eyes, that could entice and creature in all the galaxies. And you especially hated the smirk that formed on his perfect lips when he teased and flirted with any girl. Any girl except you. Oh you certainly hated the perfect captain.

At least you weren't alone in your hatred. Kirk hated you with almost as much passion as you had for him. He was your superior, and he used the knowledge that you would have to obey him to get to you. He gave you all gritty work, the work that left your arms shaking in pain and you sweating like a polar bear in the summer. And as soon as you had finished one task, you were given another. And another. And soon enough you would retire to your quarters, muttering curses and popping pain medication like no tomorrow.

Finally one day you had it.

"No!" You said angrily, crossing you arms in defiance.

"No?" Repeated the captain in shock. His voice rang out among the quiet bridge, earning many to look at you both.

"No." You repeated again, firmly.

The Captain seemed so angry he couldn't form words. When he finally spoke his smooth voice was loud and very very angry, "I am your commanding officer Ensign, are you choosing to disobey a direct order?"

"Yes," you yelled back just as loud. "I am not your slave to do with as you please. If you don't like it, then too bad."

He stepped forward to you quickly. He was beyond pissed and you were a bit scared now. He grabbed your upper arm and dragged you to the elevator. He pushed you in and walked in just as the door closed.

Instead of selecting a floor, he cut the power to the elevator. He began shouting again.

"You are my subordinate!"

"And you are egotistical!"

"Your stubborn!"

"You are selfish and rude!"

"James T. Kirk, I hate yo-" you were cut off with a fierce electrifying kiss. You were too busy trying to keep from killing the man next to you that you had failed to notice he had gotten so much closer.

The kiss was full of raw hatred, something you had never felt before. It was a battle to dominate, and Jim was certainly a fine player. One of his hands wrapped around your back, pulling you closer to him. His other hand held your head in place. You had both hands in his hair in a tight grip.

When you were finally released from the breathless kiss, Jim looked at you. He stepped back and started the elevator again. The door opened on the bridge; it hadn't moved an inch from its earlier spot.

He walked out as if nothing had occurred. As the doors slip shut, with you still inside, your fingers touched your mouth. You could still feel him there. His perfect hair, his gorgeous eyes, and the small smirk that settled on his lips as he departed. You were a wreck, and Jim was the problem.

Oh how you hated that perfect man.

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