"But you make it so easy," Nyota whines playfully as if her fun completely rides on knocking Jim down a few pegs. Okay, maybe it does, but not completely one hundred percent so. Like a good seventy percent, okay?
She breaks the handhold specifically to poke one of her long fingers between his ribs. "I miss that tiara. I think I put it on Pavel for one second and I have no idea where it went after that. There needs to be a Starfleet regulation that punishes theft of birthday tiaras somewhere."
And an Enterprise crew party don't stop. Because that was the best birthday party she'd ever had and nothing can top it except for that dictionary. It's not something she particularly needs, but it's her favorite thing in the galaxy and she barely touches it for fear of ruining something so precious.
Letting him practically drag her where he wants her, Uhura sighs like she's forever put upon before climbing over Jim's head and shifting around to rest beside him. Her head's on his bare shoulder, ponytail trailing over the rest of his arm and she snakes a leg between his. He's warm and solid, scented of the soap the resort provived for them in their welcome basket, Jim a tangible being for her to sink against and find her sweet spot.
"Feel like going anywhere today?" Her usual carefully crafted speech pattern slips into something a little more casual, something a little more just for Jim's ears. It's almost unnoticeable if someone doesn't realize Uhura doesn't habitually drop words, letting context carry her meaning through instead. This way, the things she says are less guarded and much more a show of how comfortable she is in the current moment. And with him.
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She breaks the handhold specifically to poke one of her long fingers between his ribs. "I miss that tiara. I think I put it on Pavel for one second and I have no idea where it went after that. There needs to be a Starfleet regulation that punishes theft of birthday tiaras somewhere."
And an Enterprise crew party don't stop. Because that was the best birthday party she'd ever had and nothing can top it except for that dictionary. It's not something she particularly needs, but it's her favorite thing in the galaxy and she barely touches it for fear of ruining something so precious.
Letting him practically drag her where he wants her, Uhura sighs like she's forever put upon before climbing over Jim's head and shifting around to rest beside him. Her head's on his bare shoulder, ponytail trailing over the rest of his arm and she snakes a leg between his. He's warm and solid, scented of the soap the resort provived for them in their welcome basket, Jim a tangible being for her to sink against and find her sweet spot.
"Feel like going anywhere today?" Her usual carefully crafted speech pattern slips into something a little more casual, something a little more just for Jim's ears. It's almost unnoticeable if someone doesn't realize Uhura doesn't habitually drop words, letting context carry her meaning through instead. This way, the things she says are less guarded and much more a show of how comfortable she is in the current moment. And with him.