Fandom: Star Trek
Pairing/characters: Jim Kirk x reader
Words: 533


"Sunshine, come back to bed..." Jim whined, stretching across the sheets, hands making grabbing motions in the air.

"Get up, Jim. I have to make the bed." Hands on my hips, I stood just out of reach to him, he'd have to get up to get to me. "And you have to go be captain, Captain."

"Please..."

He had that look, with those piercing blue eyes, that he knew could make me do anything for him. Pair that with the fact that the sheet barely covered his ass. His delectable, bubble – I closed my eyes for a second and stared him down with my business-glare. "You're usually up before me, what's with the lingering this morning?"

Jim tilted his head. "I just... Want to cuddle."

"And I want to make the bed."

"You always do. Why?"

"It's regulation. And how would it look if there was an inspection and the Captain's bed was a complete mess?

"There are never room inspections on a ship. Only the Starfleet campus. You know that."

"Yeah." I sighed. "Our shifts are about to start though."

Jim dropped his head and squashed his face into the mattress in defeat. He said something, that I think was supposed to be I know. I felt for the guy, I wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed and cuddle and snuggle and kiss and waste away the day with him.

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth, if it means you'll get up and let me make the bed after."

His head popped up with interest. "I promise."

I nodded and walked over and knelt down in front of the bed. Then I leaned my elbows on the mattress and grabbed his hands. "I make the bed because it's regulation." Jim groaned, but I spoke over him. "AND – And because... Oh, it's stupid." Feeling silly, I untangled our hands and let my head fall down, resting my forehead on my hands on the mattress.

"Hey, it's not silly." Jim crawled closer and laid a hand on my cheek. "Tell me. It's the only way I'll get out of bed."

I couldn't help but smile and I raised my head. "I – I like it when I come back after a shift and see the crumpled sheets because you've been here for a break or a nap or to... It just... reminds me that you're... here." I felt a blush burn my face. Even if the Khan-incident was ages ago now, and Jim and I had just become friends back then, it sometimes haunted my dreams.

"Oh, sweetheart." He crawled close enough to kiss me, pressing his lips to mine, the hand on my cheek moving to bury itself in my hair. All too soon, just as I was about to lose my resolve and crawl up there with him, he pulled back. "I'll let you make the bed. And I'll be sure to crumple it extra if I'm back before you."

"Thank you."

He rolled around and slid out of bed, heading to the bathroom in all his naked glory. I took the opportunity to ogle him, before the door hid him from view, then stood up to make the bed.