Fandom: Star Trek
Pairings/characters: Jim Kirk x female
Words: 663

I had never been so filthy in my entire life, I was sure. Not even that time when I was 7 and angry at my parents and rolled around in the mud, ruining all my clothes and forcing my mother to cut my hair short to get all the dirt and tangles out.

I had been crawling through Jeffries tubes all day, hauling tools and cables, doing some fine tuning on the weapon system. Dust was clinging to my sweaty skin, there was grease marks on my face and all over my uniform. One sleeve was torn off, thanks to me nearly falling down the ladder in one of the tubes when the ship had shaken slightly. My feet slipped, but my sleeve had caught on a loose screw at the top of the ladder, and the few seconds it took for the fabric to tear, gave me enough time to scramble and get my feet safely onto the step and my hands tight around the metal bars. The wrench had fallen, making a racket. But I was safe, and cursing whoever or whatever made the ship shake.

When my shift finally ended, I thought it best to dump off my tools, skip the mess hall and go straight back to my room to throw the uniform in the trash and have a good long scrub in the shower.

"Hey there, Lieutenant." As I walked out of the turbolift, I ran straight into Jim.

"Captain." I nodded.

"Rough day? What happened to your sleeve?"

"You have no idea. Who was responsible for the speedbump we ran over earlier today?"

"I think that might be my fault. I asked for a course correction and there was some anomaly."

"That's great! I can blame you for my ruined uniform."

"What happened?"

"Jeffries tube, ladder, speedbump, loose screw." We had reached my quarters and I punched in my code to open the door.

"Not my quarters today?" Jim followed me inside.

"Figured you didn't want all this filth in your shower. Besides, I need a new uniform. I have none clean left at your place."

"We ought to think about moving you into my place again, darling." He pushed my hands away as I reached for the zipper under my arm, and pulled it down.

"I am there most of the time." I felt my heart beat a tiny bit faster. We had talked about this before, but never really made a decision.

Jim pushed the dress uniform off my shoulders and I wiggled out of the arm. "You are. Though I'm sure you love to use your cabin as a gigantic walk-in-closet."

The uniform fell to the floor. "Walk-in-closets are good." Jim unhooked my bra, and that too fell off. "But it's too far away from the bedroom to be really useful."

"Can you live with sixty percent of my closet?" He planted a kiss on my shoulder, and I only just resisted the temptation of leaning back into him. Instead, I kicked off my boots, pulled off my socks, pushed my underwear down, and stepped out of them, leaving behind a pile of clothes on the floor.

"Possibly." I looked back at him over my shoulder. "Could you throw my uniform away and toss the rest in the hamper while I shower?"

His gaze was on my ass, but he nodded slowly. I walked into the bathroom, making sure to sway my hips a little bit more than usual.

I had just been in the shower for a couple of minutes, soaking my hair, when the door opened and Jim came in, naked. I stepped aside to let him in under the water and began shampooing my hair. He watched me as I did, and then we moved to switch places. He held out his hand for my shampoo.

"Didn't know you needed a shower? Haven't you just been sitting in your chair all day?"

"Don't be cheeky, I may have to punish you."