“What do you think they talk about, Bones?” Jim asked McCoy one day. Y/N worked under Scotty in Engineering, but she seemed to spend an awful lot of her meal breaks with Lieutenant Uhura. Lots of laughing, lots of knowing looks…why wouldn’t it draw the curiosity of the captain?
“I don’t know, but I’m not getting into it,” McCoy warned. “Their bite is worse than their bark, from what I hear. Remember when Spock and Uhura had that fight? The green-blooded hobgoblin wouldn’t go down to engineering for a week.”
Naturally, McCoy had learned, this was only going to further encourage the captain to investigate; he didn’t expect Jim to listen at all. It didn’t make him roll his eyes less as he watched the blond stand up and stride over to the red-dressed duo.
“Afternoon, ladies,” he sat down.
“Jim, you know time is just a construct of sentient creatures to dictate social function,” you offered jokingly.
“Now you’re starting to sound like the lieutenant’s boyfriend,” Kirk said. “Speaking of which, is that what we’re talking about? You ladies seem to be having a good time over here.”
He watched as you and Uhura looked between each other, exchanged sly looks, and laughed.
“Oh, no, it’s nothing for your ears, Captain,” Uhura patted his shoulder and excused herself. Jim turned a charming smile on Y/N in hopes that she would fulfill his request.
“My lips are sealed, o fearless leader,” you smirked. “My lips are sealed.”