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the last night.

dusk has fallen, and your nerves are on fire.

you are not looking forward to tomorrow, for whatever reason - perhaps you're in the ending stages of war and the final battle is imminent, perhaps you'll be leaving for an extended period of time, perhaps you're set to go into a risky surgery. whatever's going to happen, it could be the very last night you have, whether it's in this city, in this dimension, in this life. how are you going to spend it? will you say your goodbyes to your loved ones, spend time reminiscing, or just go about your everyday life and try not to think about it?

the choice is yours, but you'd better make it soon. you don't have much time left.

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[She shrugs and shakes her head in response.] No, not really. I'm merely still trying to get an accurate picture of you as a person.

[He lets out something like a scoff and a laugh.]

You're right, I've said it before. I still mean it.

[She lets out a soft huff of a chuckle and Carol's close enough to him that she only has to lean forward a little to close the gap between her and his lips. Her hand reaches down to grab his, tugging him forward as she pulls away.] Let's go. Come take this dress off me.

[And Kirk proceeds to do just that. Probably should've done it the first place but they really had nothing lacking in the enthusiasm and passion department.

They don't end up breaking the record, and that's mostly because he takes his sweet time the second to last time and they simply run out of time, really. But that's fine, really because he's not really in a record breaking kind of mood. It's more about making some memories to last him a few months until he forgets her.

Like he actually will. Jim is in that strange place between wishing she wasn't leaving and glad that she is because it's less messy that way. That was part of why he was being quiet, as he ran a towel over his wet hair. And he's horrible with saying goodbyes.]

[Carol doesn't mind not breaking the record. She just wanted to be with him and touch him. That second to last time was great; it was slow and intimate and nice. Just being with him is nice and it makes her more reluctant to leave in the morning.

Her damp blond curls are tied in a ponytail and she has her undergarments and skirt on as Jim dries his hair from their shower together. She's rubbing moisturizer on her face when she notices how quiet he is. Glancing at him from the mirror;] Something wrong?

[Kirk hums softly in response, looking over at her before what she asked really registers. He shakes his head after a moment and throws on one of his easy smiles. It's easy to see through if you know him pretty well.]

What makes you ask?

[Her eyes remain on him in study for another second, the white cream of moisturizer still visible on her cheeks, before she returns to massaging it in. That smile isn't fooling anyone.]

You're too quiet. And you look like I just took away your favourite toy. [Well, she's not, but Starfleet and circumstances are. Carol looks down to wash her hands.]

[.... well, in a weird way you could call her his favorite toy. But that's kind of insulting to her to call her his toy.]

It sucks that you're so brilliant, that's all.

[Aw, Jim. She wouldn't call him her toy, but definitely he's her favourite friend. Carol reaches for her compact, opening to gather some light pink dust on her brush. But she doesn't begin to put her make-up on yet.]

I'm thinking the same thing about you.

[Bones is kind of his favorite friend, purely because they've survived the test of vomit on shoes and years later, haven't gotten sick of each other yet. But she's high on his list.]

I had my job first.

Regardless, it doesn't matter. [She gestures between them then begins putting her make-up on.] This isn't anything beyond some fun.

[Jim's kind of made it clear that he wanted nothing but that, and she's alright with that. Sometimes one has to grab happiness from what they got, and being with Jim and having him touch her was good for her. The reality of long-time separation is breaking that, and Carol's just trying to reestablish the boundaries that Jim himself set. She likes him a lot, but this is what it is.]

[That's right. That's all it was. Just fun. Fun they won't be having for years or ever again but that's just how life is.]

I know. [He rubs his hair one last time and tosses the towel off to the side. It's a hotel, someone else will clean it up and get paid to do it.]

You have time for breakfast?"

[And it was the best. Life has a funny way of snatching away and never giving back the things we most want.

His invitation surprises her, and she looks at him like he just grew a second head. It's odd that he's prolonging the inevitable because she's heard stories about him and she's made her little observations about him too. Jim Kirk doesn't seem like the type of guy to take a woman out to breakfast after a night of sex. He doesn't even seem like the type of guy to say goodbye afterwards.

In any case, Carol smiles at him, warmly. She's covered the bags underneath her eyes with eye-shadow, and she was putting on her lip-stick when he asked. She just needs to put her shirt and boots on and she's ready.]

For you Jim, I have all the time in the world. [Actually, she has an hour and a half for him, but she's going to make them count.]

[Can't believe everything you hear about him. Regardless of sex being involved, he'll take a friend out for breakfast before a big promotion.

Kirk smiles at her, and moves to get his shirt and his pants from the other room.]

There's a place around here that I've always been told to try but never had the chance.

[A big promotion? Carol's not sure what she's even going to do, much less receive a promotion. For all she knows, she could be part of a crazy test to remove insubordination from officers.

Carol's not thinking that though. She's too concerned with quickly putting her shirt and boots on, and going to breakfast.]

Oh, what kind of food do they serve there? [She leans against the door frame, adjusting her shirt and the collar.]

[It can't be that. They haven't tried to kidnap Kirk for it.]

The Andorian equivalent of an English breakfast. It intrigues me.

[Or maybe it's for a "Women of the Starfleet" calender shoot. Her brows raise in interest and lips pursed together in a smile.]

Oh, that sounds amazing. There was an Andorian engineer on the Eagle and he always said that Andorian food is a thousand times better than the food on the ship.

[Don't joke about that calender. He actually wants it.]

Lots of food is better than ship food. That's hardly fair.

[If she still has her good body when they meet again, Carol'll pose for him in a bikini. She grabs her bag that's near the door, and waits by it now.]

Ah, but he didn't have any taste-buds. So, it's like a Klingon roaring about how "unwarrior-like" a toy shop is.

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[Kirk fiddles with tying his boots for a moment before he joins her at the door and they head out for the restaurant. He's not apologizing if it's totally crappy, for the record.]

What time do you really have to be at the shuttle?

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