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Title: A Pledge Properly Sealed

Author: Nyotava (nyotava @ yahoo.com) 

Series: TOS

Part: NEW 2/5

Rating: [R]

Codes: K/U

Summary: After Platonius, Kirk and Uhura address some awkardness 
Archive: ASC and UFF. All others, please ask. 

Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. I receive no profits from 
this. It is just for fun.

Beta: A very special thanks to IDIC for her thoughtful beta and 
inspiration in the form of "Plato's Reprise" and "Realizations 
Resolved," as well as for permitting me to borrow elements from both 
stories. Errors due to my last-minute changes.

Author's note: This is my very first story and I welcome all manner 
of feedback and criticisms except flames. 

 

**********

Uhura managed to get through her meal without thinking anything 
obscene about the captain but now that she was back in her cabin, 
she doubted the ability would continue. 

"Computer, music. Chet Baker, vocal performances. Lights, half 
power." 

She removed her uniform and undergarments, put on a caftan and ran 
water in the bathtub, adding bubble bath to it. Lighting tiny 
candles around the rooms and the tub, she stood in front of her 
mirror, pulled out the clips holding her coif together and brushed 
her hair. 

She stopped suddenly, looking directly at the thick locks falling 
loosely about her shoulders and gave it one last shake. Running her 
fingers through it, she pulled out the remaining pins and lifted it 
up and back, mimicking the style the Platonians had arranged for her 
while on-planet. She did not particularly care for it, but now, it 
only reminded her of him. She clipped it in place then unzipped her 
caftan and let it billow to the deck. Stepping out of it, she walked 
nude to the tub and noticed that suds had reached over the edge and 
spilled onto the floor. 

"Mavi!" 

She turned off the water and wondered for a moment what had 
happened. Then she recalled the spa attachment she had purchased. 
She must have engaged it accidentally. She switched it off and vowed 
that from now on she would be more cautious around the controls. 

Remembering that she had some extra towels in her old quarters, she 
put on her robe and stepped into the corridor. She stopped in her 
tracks when she caught the back of Captain Kirk's head as he was 
strolling down the hall in his gym shorts and a tee, carrying a 
small duffel. //I do not believe it. I just can't get away from 
him.// When he heard the door open, he turned around. 

"Lieutenant, what are you doing up?" he asked casually, running his 
hand through several slightly damp hairs that fell onto his forehead.

His face assumed a puzzled _expression and he glanced around the 
corridor.

"Since when have you been staying in these quarters? These suites 
are for visiting dignitaries."

"My room was having repairs, sir."

"I see. Anyway, what are you doing up at this hour?"

"Oh, I just... couldn't sleep, sir."

"I guess it's contagious. Neither could I. You look worried. 
Something wrong?" He took a few steps toward her door. Shortly he 
was standing at her doorway. 

"Uh, no, not really." She looked at the deck, then to his bare 
thighs, then back up slowly at his face with a nervous chuckle. "I'm 
sorry, I'm just a little embarrassed. I had a little accident with 
my bubble machine."

"Why, Lieutenant Uhura, you actually look like a damsel in distress. 
I could hardly leave you stranded with a 'bubble machine' incident 
without at least offering to help. Let's see the damage." He noticed 
her hairstyle. //Odd, that looks like the same hairstyle that the 
Platonians had given her.//

"Oh, that's all right, sir," she began as nonchalantly as she could, 
trying to ignore the amused look on his face. "I couldn't ask you 
for help with this."

"It's nothing, I insist. I was only teasing. You're hardly a damsel 
in distress. Besides, I don't think I'll be getting back to sleep 
soon anyway. That workout was more energizing than I'd hoped it 
would be." 

"Oh... All right. If you insist." Uhura hesitantly backed away to 
let him in.

Kirk stepped into her quarters and futilely scanned the room for the 
bubbles in the dim light offered by the candles. 

"I don't see any bubbles. Perhaps you've already fixed the problem." 

"No, sir, in there," she said and pointed. "Bath bubbles!"

Kirk colored with embarrassment. 

"Oh my God," he said when he glanced into the 'fresher. 

The small room was waist high with sudsy foam and was spreading. 

They looked at each other for a moment and then both broke up into 
fits of laughter.

"But I turned the water off! And the machine!" Uhura cried between 
giggles.

"The automatic controls don't seem to be working on the water 
removal. Let me take a look at it. What are you doing with a tub 
anyway?" He comically cleared a path to the tub, gobs of foam tossed 
behind him in his wake. 

"This one was installed for the Nemons when we ferried them to that 
summit on Hydra Three."

Once Kirk reached the tub, he put towels down and gingerly leaned 
behind it to access a very small panel in the back. After two beeps, 
the water that had leaked slightly beyond the edge of the tub began 
to recede away. 

"Sure, Lieutenant. What, did Scotty owe you credits from your last 
poker game?"


She smirked at him. 

"I seldom use it anyway, sir. I promised him I wouldn't. He never 
showed me that little panel. If he had, I certainly would've used 
it."

"Luckily, it seems that there was very little water overflow. Just 
suds, and lots of them. The controls usually work, but... well..." 
he said, then paused and looked up at her with an impish grin and 
the faintest hint of a blush, "you must've distracted them." 

She had been leaning over him to see what he was doing, clutching 
the closure of the robe at her waist, yet unwittingly allowing him a 
clear view of her full cleavage. 

Uhura grimaced; embarrassed that she did such a brazen thing without 
even realizing it. She backed up a few steps tying the sash of her 
robe, suddenly forgetting all about the bathroom of bubbles and only 
seeing him. 

Kirk cleared a spot on the edge of the tub and sat down, shaking his 
head sadly.

"Uhura," he said and dropped his head onto his hand tiredly and 
lifted it back up to look at her, "I've wanted to talk to you for a 
while. It's about Platonius."

Uhura exhaled slowly. 

"You already did, sir and I appreciate it," she said as sincerely as 
she could, suddenly feeling terribly self-conscious. She realized 
why and reached up to her hair and started pulling the pins out of 
it. //Here I am playing Platonius dress-up!// She was certain that 
if it were not for her lovely, dark skin, she would look just like a 
Denebian tomato. 

Kirk pretended not to notice her discomfort and focused his mind on 
getting out what he did not want to say but had to say. The 
conversation he was referring to was the cursory "Are You Gonna Be 
OK?" talk he had had with her almost immediately after beam-up from 
the planet. It had lasted only a few minutes because she was still 
too upset to really talk about it. He was polite, concerned, yet 
exhausted and still fighting the side-effects of the kironide. It 
was his duty and that was exactly all it seemed to Uhura, a 
necessary but essentially meaningless conversation. 

"I tried to but I know you weren't completely honest with me. You 
were only telling me what I wanted to hear--that you were fine and 
we'd be fine, and I wanted to believe it was true. Uhura, it's going 
to be difficult but things won't get any easier until we straighten 
out what it is we're both feeling."

//What we're feeling? You have no idea what you're getting yourself 
into, Mister, and neither do I. Let's just leave it alone.// 

She hoped that the severe look she gave him would convey all of 
that. Apparently it did not because he continued to look at her 
expectantly. She did not want to talk about this. She wanted to duck 
behind the great wall of bubbles and disappear but simply sighed and 
remained standing in the foamy corridor, wishing the conversation 
would end.

"Captain, I understand what you're trying to do but I don't know 
what to say," she said finally, taking another step back and holding 
together the collar of her robe. 

"Just tell me what's going on, what's on your mind. This is all off 
the record, of course," he added with a tilt of his head and an 
almost smirk.

"I don't think I can, sir." It was almost a whisper. 


"Uhura," he sighed sadly, "I thought we've been through enough and 
that we're friends enough to get past this. I know that I've left 
you to deal with this alone for too long but the fact is, you're 
distracted and uncomfortable around me. I know because I've been 
feeling the same way myself lately. So I tease and try to reduce the 
tension but it's not working." He glanced down at his hands, then 
back up at her. "Nyota, I hate this... distance... between us." 

Caught off guard by that voice speaking her given name informally 
for the first time in years, she just glanced down and adjusted her 
collar. 

"Sir, I'm fine."

Suddenly Kirk dropped his fist onto the edge of the tub. 

"You know, you and Spock have a lot in common. Both of you are 
highly capable crewmen, diligent officers and poor liars. But as 
with him, I won't force the issue," he said abruptly and stood. 

"Sir, I'm not certain what you want to hear," she urged. "You are my 
captain. You ordered me to talk to you. I did. You ordered me to 
talk to Dr. McCoy or the therapist. I did. But unfortunately, you 
can't order me not to... " She eyed the ceiling as if it were giving 
her the strength she needed to go on, her voice threatening to 
crack. //Keep it together, girl. Don't say something you can't take 
back.// "...feel the way I do about you. If so, you'll have to put 
me in the brig because there's nothing that I can say to you right 
now that will improve matters." She folded her arms tightly, wishing 
her hands to stop trembling. 

"But look at you, Nyota," he said, gesturing toward her, instantly 
softening. "You look like a frightened little girl, not the strong, 
competent officer and friend I've come to rely on." He paused for a 
moment, thinking. "I'm worried that this could affect your 
performance on the bridge." 

Uhura bristled at the suggestion. 

He sighed resignedly.

"Then just tell me, is there anything I can do to help you... to 
make things... less difficult for you?"

He captured a mound of bubbles in his hand. 

"I guess my being here in your bathroom isn't helping," he said 
defeatedly, almost to himself. 

"I don't blame you at all for what happened down there," she 
continued, not hearing him. "I was unafraid. I trusted you with my 
life and always will. That's the only way I've managed as well as I 
have these past weeks." She paused for a moment. She began again 
uneasily, "But... I can't pretend that what happened had no effect 
on how I feel about you." She pushed a hair out of her eye. "I think 
our friendship will survive. I just have some realities to deal with 
first."

She glanced around the room and finally back at him. Her eyes 
becoming moist, she smiled weakly as a tear rolled out of her eye. 
She closed her eyes and cursed herself for not keeping it together. 

He stepped toward her, reached for her hands, lifted them to his 
lips and gently kissed them. Then, lifting her chin, he looked into 
her eyes, while hers refused to return his penetrating gaze. 

He touched her cheek.

"Look at me." 

His voice was soothing but firm. Essentially an order but the 
kindest one Uhura had ever heard. 

She finally held his eyes. They were so close. She could feel his 
heat. 

Uhura was sure her legs would give out or she would faint if this 
contact did not end soon. The way he was looking at her... there was 
tenderness, compassion, and what she thought sure was desire. //Oh 
God. I can't handle this. Make him stop. If only he knew what this 
was doing to me.// Her robe began to feel as if it weighed a 
thousand pounds. With her hands in his, she could no longer hold it 
closed yet it still remained together by the sash. 

"Nyota, I don't mean to push you, but do you think this is easy for 
me? I care for you... very much and I'd be lying if I said that this 
has had no effect on my feelings about you as well." He took her 
shoulders and glanced down at her and back into her eyes. "But we 
have a job to do, and a big part of its success rests on our comfort 
level with each other, which up till now has been excellent. I've 
depended on it and... I must demand it." He gave her shoulders a 
gentle squeeze and smiled warmly. "We make a pretty good team when 
we're not dancing around each other." 

Uhura began to relax in his hands.

"Then please understand that I need more time, sir." She stepped 
closer to him and reached up to touch the side of his face. He took 
a step back, his smile dimming slightly.

"I will. It's just hard to see how uncomfortable you look around me 
now." 

"I understand, sir but I just didn't think you needed to be 
concerned about me so soon after we returned. You have a ship to 
run. I didn't want to give you more than you could handle." She 
smiled, slowly coming to enjoy the nearness of him, her nervousness 
beginning to ebb. Feeling more like herself, she stepped forward 
again. He took a small step back. 

"I beg your pardon," he challenged with his cocky smirk, "since when 
do you know what I can handle?"

She took one last step towards him so that her chest was touching 
his. She could smell his musky scent, an erotic combination of 
activity and desire, which made her weak. 

"Uhura, wait..." He stumbled. 

There was a splash and a soaking wet captain looked up at her 
through a Kirk-shaped break in the bathtub of suds. 

//Uh-oh. Now I've really done it. Isn't pushing a superior officer 
into a bathtub a court martial offense?//

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry sir. Are you all right?" Uhura asked, 
bending while on the brink of bursting into a fit of giggles. She 
was occasionally punchy at this time of night, so his tumble was no 
help to her at all. 

"I'm just fine, thank you, Uhura," he said with the most 
authoritative voice one could muster with a pile of bubbles on one's 
head. 

"Le-, let me help you, sir."

"No, no, no... I'm fine. No thank you." He frowned. "You know, if 
you wanted me to leave, all you had to do was ask."

//You know good and well I didn't want you to leave.// 

"Here, take my hand, sir." She almost squeaked out a giggle while 
offering her hand to the drenched officer. 

"So you think this is funny, Lieutenant? I assure you, this is a 
most grave offense."

"No, sir!" she exclaimed, inhaling a snigger as a hand reached out 
of the bubbly depths and drew her into the water with a slosh that 
poured more sudsy water over the edge and put out several candles.

She shrieked and he shushed her with a finger as she fell onto him 
in a wet, fizzy heap.

//This is not happening. Captain James T. Kirk is not in my bathtub--
with me. I'll be waking up any moment now.//

"Come on in, the water's fine, if a little cool and receding 
somewhat," he quietly teased while adjusting to accommodate the 
woman he now had atop him. "It's all right. I needed a shower 
anyway."

Now it was the Captain's turn to laugh. He was nearly in hysterics 
when, after wiping the water away from his eyes, he saw Uhura's half-
furious, half-aroused look, which was confused even further by a 
mass of bubbles that had given her a sort of frothy halo.

"I've just decided... I think you should plan a pool party. Water 
suits you," he said between chuckles and removed suds from eyes that 
were only inches from his own. "Or I suppose bubbles suit you."

Pushing up on his chest, Uhura tried to gain some leverage in the 
slick tub. 

"Sir, I can't get up," Uhura struggled with her robe that had begun 
to fall open with much more of a flourish this time.

"I'll help you if you'll do me one favor: we're in a tub together. 
Please... don't call me sir."

"Thank you, sir, I mean..."

"Jim. My name is Jim, Uhura," he said looking pensively into her 
eyes, a candle's reflection dancing in them. 

"My name's Nyota, Jim," she said, tracing wet swirls around on his 
chest, her breasts laying directly in front of him, nearly 
completely exposed.

"Now that we know each other's names..." Kirk said, almost a whisper.

Uhura felt herself melt into the swelling she felt pressing against 
her. She lowered her head an inch and pressed her full, wet lips 
against his. 

He startled her with how powerfully he reached up, put his hand in 
her hair and rolled her over, gently pressing her head against the 
bath cushion, his lips and hands demanding more and more of her. She 
felt as if she were being consumed. 

Uhura knew this encounter was wrong, but refused to acknowledge it, 
instead only perceiving the warmth, wetness and contentment she felt 
all over. It was much more comforting than the nagging voice in the 
back of her mind that told her unequivocally that this sensual 
tussle was not supposed to happen. //How could this be? How could 
anything that felt this good and right...be wrong?//

She told herself that it could not be and gave in to the 
luxuriousness and delight of his hard, slick body against her own, 
the feel of his lips, kissing her deeply, probing her with his 
tongue. Uhura's body was overcome. His hands slid down her side, 
down her hips and down her right thigh. Pulling it up at the crook 
of her knee, he caused her back to arch slightly, allowing him room 
to run his lips and tongue across her now exposed neck.

Imagining the feel of his growing hardness inside her made her 
nipples harden. She felt wild with a desire she had not felt in 
years. It was maddening. Her body felt so hot that she thought the 
water would begin to simmer at any moment. The air felt thick and 
she found it difficult to breathe. 

"Cap... I mean, Jim..."

"Hmmm...?" Kirk mumbled, while nipping and licking her neck and 
shoulder.

Uhura moaned and softly placed his hands on her bobbing, silken 
breasts. 

Now Kirk began to moan. 

"God, Nyota... you feel... incredible. Just as I've always imagined 
you to look... to feel," he said breathlessly, bending his head to 
pay proper attention to her right breast, "I've fantasized..." then 
stopped.

//What the devil am I doing? I was just about to tell her that I 
fantasized about her, that I wanted her the first moment I saw her. 
I'm her commanding officer, a Starfleet Officer. How could I be 
so...// 

She responded to his attentions by gripping the back of his head and 
wrapping her legs around his waist.

Her breath rough, she was about to slide her hand up his shirt when 
she heard a beep that cut through the lush and beautiful sounds of 
classic jazz and passion. 

Kirk, without breaking a kiss used his right hand to lightly tap the 
control, silencing the computer's untimely and redundant reminder.

She let out a tiny startled sound. 

"Shh, Nyota. It's all right, just the 'fresher letting you know..." 
He laughed. "...that the water level is getting too high." 

"Now it tells me," she replied dolefully and scooted out from under 
him. "I think I just lost my nerve," she said quietly, believing 
that she had only thought it.

He stood and led her carefully out of the tub. 

"Obviously, that tub needs some work," she mumbled quietly to 
herself, pulling the soaking wet robe around her once again. 

Smiling, Kirk watched her from beside the tub. 

"You certainly don't. Here, I don't think that's doing you much good 
anymore."

He stepped over to her, trying to be nonchalant with a massive 
erection clearly evident through his shorts. He stopped behind her, 
slipped his fingers under the collar of the robe and slid the 
drenched fabric back over her shoulders, letting it fall into an 
unceremoniously soggy heap behind her. He held a large towel out 
wide behind her, glanced up to see them both in a mirror before 
them, admired her a moment, then wrapped it gently around her and 
held it with his arms in a tender embrace.

The vision in the mirror was too much for her, such a familiar, easy 
pose. It looked and felt so natural, like they had stood there and 
held each other like that a thousand times. Yet to see it there with 
her own eyes... She leaned back into him, this hazel-eyed Adonis and 
feeling him throb beneath her skin made her knees threaten to betray 
her. The sight of him holding her in his arms was one she wanted to 
remember forever. She would probably never see it again. There she 
was naked, save for a towel, leaning her head back against the chest 
of the one man in whom she trusted implicitly with the sanctity of 
her life, and perhaps now, her heart. 

"You're...you're extraordinary, Nyota," he whispered into her ear 
and lovingly kissed her neck. Kirk wondered why he could have stood 
there admiring her all evening. He wanted so badly to do just 
that. //Such a beautiful, confident, intelligent woman. How could I 
have been so blind?// 

The job of a Starfleet Officer demanded a certain level of trust in 
one's captain whether one truly felt it or not. Thankfully, she 
always felt that trust and even more, but now? Now, she was actively 
and lovingly testing that trust in him by offering him her mind, 
body and soul. No contracts to sign, no oaths to swear. For her this 
was not fraternization. To her this was a voluntary, yet unspoken 
tribute to the almost five years they had spent as coworkers and 
friends. She would think no more about it--tonight. 

As if he had read her mind, a gentleness washed over his face as he 
swept her up in his arms and laid her on her bed. He kneeled and 
gently patted her with her towel and went back to get another for 
her hair. When he returned, she was wrapped in the towel and sitting 
up with one knee pulled up in front of her, the other leg, twirled 
around her bottom. She faced slightly downward but her eyes, hidden 
behind thick, lush lashes, looked directly up at him. 

He was almost startled, she looked so delicately striking, like some 
fantastic creature out of a fairytale. Like an Ethiopian nymph who 
held mysterious powers that it was his quest to discover. He had 
never seen her look more dear than at that moment. 

Her towel clung pleasingly to her breasts and her hair hung straight 
along her bare shoulders. //I wish she'd wear her hair like that 
every day.// The water from it still dripped off her chin and into 
her cleavage. Her skin left no trace of makeup, yet she was more 
beautiful than he had ever seen her. He wished he were an artist 
because he desperately wanted to paint or take a holo of what he saw 
curled up before him.

"Nyota, here, your hair's still wet," he said quietly as he stepped 
toward her with the towel, directing it toward her shoulders. 

He suddenly realized that he was still soaking wet himself. 
Something else occurred to him: he could not turn back from what was 
about to happen. He knelt down in front of her and kissed her thigh. 

"Uhura, what are we doing?"

She tenderly touched his cheek and smiled. She unwrapped her legs 
and took his hands, urging him to stand back up. She kneeled on the 
bed, slid her hands up under his shirt and slipped it over his head. 
Kirk felt a chill pass through him as her fingers touched his damp 
body in the coolness of the room.

"I'll need those too," she said, pointing a perfectly manicured 
finger at his lower extremities. 

He just stared into her eyes, allowing her to do as she wished. 

She smiled sweetly and reached out to his waist, slid his shorts 
down off his hips and pushed them to the floor. He slowly stepped 
out of them. 

Uhura acknowledged his tremendous erection by slowly removing her 
towel. 

"I think I just got my nerve back."

Nerves and butterflies had betrayed her too many times already so 
she attempted to put herself on erotic autopilot. //He's just a man, 
just like any other man...Right. //

With that last thought, she wrapped her arms around his neck and 
began sucking ever so gently on his lower lip. She heard him groan 
and pull his head back a little and look at her with a pleading 
_expression. 

"Nyota," he moaned, his voice husky.

"Yes, Baby?"

"Regulation 7852.9 paragraph 7 strictly forbids exactly what we're 
doing now."

"*Exactly* what we're doing now? Wow. That book must know me very 
well." She smiled suggestively. "What does it say I'm going to do 
now?"

He groaned, ending with what Uhura thought might have been a tiny 
whimper. 

"You know what I mean, Nyota. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Baby, I want this... and I *know* you do too," she said, giving his 
rock-hard member a delicious stroke for confirmation. "No one has to 
know. You won't regret... or forget it," she purred into his ear and 
began pulling the lobe into her mouth and nipping it gently. "No 
(bite) strings (lick) required." 

"Strings are the last thing on my mind," he said quietly sliding 
onto her and giving her fluttery kisses down her throat to her 
breast bone. She let out a tiny giggle. The nuzzling effect and his 
eyelashes were making her giddy and sending delightful shivers 
through every nerve, his fingers emitting tiny electric charges to 
her body. 

"Shhh..." he whispered into her ear as he put a finger to her lips 
and continued trailing kissing down her chest, stopping over her 
left nipple for a moment, as if contemplating its beauty. 

Then she licked the tip of his finger and pulled it into her mouth, 
swirling it with her tongue and lightly sucking it.

A low groan escaped from Kirk. 

"Shhh..." she whispered sweetly with a tiny smile of satisfaction. 

A devilish grin Uhura could not see crept across Kirk's face. 

//So she wants to play that game, does she? I'll make her *almost* 
regret it.//

The fluttery kisses stopped and Uhura wondered what he was going to 
do next. He gave her a look of mischief and his head disappeared 
under the covers. 

She cried out and arched her back again.

"Shhhh..." he whispered. "Computer, last of the lights, out."

**********

"I have to leave, Nyota," Kirk said with a tender kiss above her. He 
was already dressed, still in his gym clothes.

"What time is it?"

"0400. I didn't want to leave without letting you know. I thought it 
might be...unsettling."

"Thank you, that's thoughtful. Can I help you with anything?"

"Just promise not to look *too* lovely on the bridge this morning. I 
don't know how much I could take. You've made me a weak man, Uhura."

"That's not the way I remember it at all," she kissed him 
back. "Well, you're in luck. I'm off duty today," she said with a 
playful grin. "Get going... sir. I don't want you to run into anyone 
at this hour."

He looked at her with a defeated _expression, sighed, and bit her 
neck. "What am I going to do with you, Nyota?"

"After last night, whatever you want."

He winked at her. "See you on the bridge, Beautiful."

When the computer confirmed that the hallway was empty, Kirk left 
her quarters and the doors shut behind him.

Uhura rolled over in the sheets and gently rubbed the space where he 
laid just moments before. She squeezed her long pillow between her 
legs, remembering how he felt within her, making her wet again. 

//I might as well get ready, myself. No harm in an early breakfast.//

She groaned when she sat up and stretched, noticing that she was 
pleasantly sore and exhausted. She was not sure if they would ever 
get to sleep. A girl could get used to that kind of rapt attention. 

She sat up and looked at the wreckage in her quarters. Wet towels, a 
robe and suds still littered the rooms. Laughing, she said out 
loud, "I'm going to kill him!" She shook her head and imagined 
creative ways she could "kill" him with kindness. 

end of part II


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