Fandom: Star Trek
Pairings/characters: Jim Kirk x female
Words: 651

We hadn't even had our first proper date when it happened. We had both finished our Alpha shifts and ran into each other in the mess hall.

"Eat with me?" Jim asked, picking up two trays and handing one to me.

"Sure." I smiled, heart beating a bit faster at the hopeful look in his eyes. Then I turned to the replicators. "Bregit lung with grapok sauce, zilm'kach and an iced raktajino." The machine whirred to life.

"Klingon food?" Jim made a face of disgust.

"It's not as bad as you think," I defended, taking the plates of food and drink and setting it on my tray. "Some of their animals produce really good meat. But I'm not fond of their worms." I shuddered, thinking of the first time I had seen racht. I hadn't even tasted it.

"Well, I'll just settle for some old-fashioned pork and potatoes and black coffee with two sugar."

We brought our trays to an empty table and began eating. It was quiet for a few minutes, but – surprisingly – it wasn't an awkward silence.

Jim broke the quiet first. He reached for a large gulp of coffee, then leaned back in his chair and rested the fork on his plate. "How was engineering today?"

I swallowed a bite of the bregit lung and smiled. "Your ship is purring like a kitten."

Jim chuckled. "That's what I like to hear."

Conversation flowed easily after that until the food was gone and we were both nursing the rest of our coffee drinks. And that's when he asked the question I had been waiting since I saw him approach the mess hall from the opposite direction of me.

"You never gave me an answer, you know, Lieutenant." He was leaning back again and looked awfully cocky, one leg crossed over the other, the coffee cup in his hand resting on his knee.

"An answer to what, Captain?"

"You know perfectly well what."

"Remind me."

He put both feet back on the floor and leaned forward, looking at me too intensely. "I want to take you out on a date. And you've left me hanging for a week."

I raised one eyebrow. "Tell me why I should say yes."

He didn't even hesitate to answer. "Because you're beautiful. And you're smart. And we have chemistry. And you can cut the sexual tension between us with a knife. And I'd like to get to know you better, intimately." He leaned a tiny bit closer, wetting his lips. His eyes darted to mine briefly, before holding my gaze again. "And I'm the best kisser you'll ever meet."

The silence was palpable now. I stared into his too bright blue eyes, working hard to resist the temptation of looking at his lips. But when his tongue darted out to wet them again, my eyes were drawn to them. Perfectly pink, plump, wet – and smirking.

"Come closer," I whispered. He did, but I shook my head and beckoned him with my fingers. "Closer. Even closer. A little bit more." Jim was now off his chair, inches from my face, leaning across the table. I reached out with one hand and laid in on the back of his, then kissed him.

It was clear he had not expected it, but it was only half a second before he responded. Moving his lips across mine, tongue boldly darting out to deepen the kiss, but I didn't let him. He made a slight whine of complaint, and that's when I pulled away.

I smacked my lips a bit as if tasting something new and reached for the rest of my raktajino. I drank the rest of it and stood up. Jim had fallen back on his seat and looked slightly dazed. "Okay. I'll go on a date with you," I said, then took my tray, dropped it off at the trash bins and left the mess hall.