Fic: Getting Your First Officer Into Bed, 2/20 | Mirrorverse | NC-17

[ivycross]

Title: Getting Your First Officer Into Bed Takes More Than A Good Game of Chess
Chapter: Shut Up
Author: Ivy Cross
Universe/Series: Mirror!verse
Rating: Eventual NC-17
Relationship status: Pre-slash, Slash, First time,
Word count: 1,036
Plot: After Marlena leaves the ship, Kirk needs someone new to occupy his time in bed. His new target becomes his first officer, Mr. Spock. After his initial attempt is shot down, Kirk decides that the pursuit will be as much fun as the conquest.
Warnings: language
Additional Pairings: Past Kirk/Marlena
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or any of the characters there in. This story was written for entertainment purposes only
A/N: Written for st_20_fics

"Checkmate."

Kirk grinned as Spock stared at the chess broad turning his head from one side to the other, one eye brow raised and his lips pursed. Someone was not a happy Vulcan, but like a true Vulcan, Spock simply smoothed his expression back to something akin to blank and gave Kirk a quick nod of the head.

"Congratulations Captain. Once again I find myself taken aback by your ability to play."

Kirk chuckled as he turned sideways in his seat, resting an arm on the back the chair.  He kept his eyes on his First Officer as he toyed with a rook.  "Why does that still surprise you, Spock? How many night have we been playing together now?"

"For seven nights now, but to be accurate it would be better to measure the time spent in hours and minutes."

"So how many hours and minutes has it been, Spock?"Kirk said his tone flirty.  He leaned back to stretch making a show of arching his back. 

Spock did not seem to notice though as he said, "If my calculations are correct I would say 35 hours 17 minutes and 46 seconds we have spent playing chess. That is only an approximation"

Kirk sat back up and looked vaguely impressed. "Only an approximation, Spock?" Kirk laughed making Spock sit straighter in his chair,  indignation radiating off him.

"Captain, if you are mocking me..."  

Kirk clamped down on his giggles and turned back the right way round in his seat. He was supposed to be trying to impress the Vulcan, not piss him off.

"No. No Spock -- Well maybe just winding you up a bit, but it's all in fun. So, pull the knot out of your panties and calm down."

Now Spock was visibly annoyed.  "First off, I am a Vulcan, so there is no need for me to calm down because I am not in any way bothered by you or your tactless remarks and second, I do not wear panties."

Internally Kirk was kicking himself. Now he gone and made Spock really angry. In his mind he thought to smooth over the situation. He would make a blithe remark that would throw the Vulcan off guard, suggest they play another game of chess and then make idle chatter, the kind that seemed to hold Spock's attention even though he rarely commented.

That was the plan, so it surprised Kirk to no end when he opened his mouth and said, "You don't? Pity. If you like I can buy you pair or two, but only if you model them for me afterwards."

Spock sat still and blinked for several seconds before he stood. He smoothed the front of his jacket and gave Kirk a sharp incline of his head. "It is getting late, Captain and I should retire. Thank you for your time. Good night."

Kirk gaped as Spock moved around the table and out the rec room.  His first reaction was to chase after Spock,  but Kirk noticed that there were several ensigns in the corner watching them, so without turning around called out, "So we on for tomorrow?"

Spock paused in the door. He too had noticed that the others were watching him and the captain. "Actually Captain, I will be busy tomorrow.  Another time perhaps." And he was gone.  Kirk sat at the small table and tried to ignore the sudden susurration that filled the room. 

"Well, I see you're making progress."

Kirk turned his eyes toward McCoy as the doctor appeared behind him.  He watched the doctor slide into the seat that Spock had just vacated and Kirk's mouth twisted up with irritation.

"Where the hell have you been?" Kirk snapped. McCoy's blue eyes widen as his expression took on a look that said, "Who? Me?"

"Me? Why I have been enjoying a little piece and quiet, while you have been failing to seduce your first officer."  McCoy smirked as he spoke and Kirk started to see red.

"You better watch your tone, Mister, because I will not sit here and take..."

"Shut up," McCoy quipped and Kirk sat in stupefied silence.  McCoy sat back in his chair still smirking while Kirk worked his jaw, the rage inside him building. He opened his mouth to speak, but McCoy sat forward and leaned over the table.

"Now, before you start ranting and raving like goddamned lunatic, hear this. The ship's rumor mill has been running nonstop since you started trying to smooze Spock. The whole crew has been watching you two."

"So? How does that give you any right to speak to me like that?" Kirk hissed. McCoy just smiled.

"Weeelll, technically it don't, but I thought I would come around to try and help you out, since you've been embarrassing yourself so much."

Narrowing his eyes, Kirk felt his ears burning. The whispering around him was getting louder and McCoy's smile was getting on his nerves. He stood slowly and gave the doctor a chilly stare.

"I do not need help from you or anyone else. It's not like I was seriously pursuing the pointed-eared freak."  He said that last part loud enough for the other crew members in the room to hear.  The room became still as everyone sat and waited with bated breath to see what their captain would say next.

From where he sat, McCoy just leaned back in his chair and shrugged. "If you say so, Captain," he said.  Kirk curled up his fist his fists and opened his mouth to tell the doctor where he could promptly go, when he heard a giggle.

Jerking his head in the direction of the sound, Kirk just saw several faces watching him, some of them trying to suppress their mocking grins, but many others weren't bothering.  Taking a deep breath Kirk turned back to McCoy, sneering at the doctor,  before turning on his heel, his gold sash fluttering behind him and left the rec room. 

As soon as he was gone the room exploded in laughter and chatter.  McCoy crossed his arms over his chest and smiled to himself.  Life on the ship had been too dull as of late. At least now there was something to talk about.