[Risa, Bar] -- [Kirk and Marlena]

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Kirk slipped into the bar, glancing around the cool interior, and grinned to himself. Off to have a drink with a woman that could potentially be baiting to kill him. Seemed to be the story of his life. Kirk took a seat up at the bar, and kept his eyes peeled for the beautiful woman from another universe.

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Marlena shows up a little before 1300, wearing a short, strapless dress made of a shimmery gold material that sparkles in the bright Risian sunlight. In the dimmer interior of the bar, it's not quite so blindingly brilliant, but still attracts several glances as she saunters up to the bar and leans against it, pushing her sunglasses up to rest in her hair.

She nods at Kirk in greeting. "Good afternoon, Captain."

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Kirk let out a slow whistle as he looked Marlena over slowly, "...You look beautiful. Can't believe you even made it to the bar without some good looking guy picking you up." Kirk gave a lazy grin, "And I'm off duty, so just call me Jim." He offered his hand to her, with the idea of kissing hers.

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She frowns, briefly--Jim is what she calls his older counterpart. But then again, she uses the same name for the Jim of her own universe, too. No reason why they can't all be Jim.

"Okay, Jim," she accepts with a smile, letting him take her hand. He's got incredible hands, really. It's no wonder she'd forgotten to mention this the last time she saw him, what with him holding her hand like that...

"I wouldn't let anyone pick me up, not when I've an appointment with my Captain to keep," she tells him.

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Dashingly, Kirk kissed the back of her hand, peering up to her with those blue eyes. He pulled back a moment later, squeezing her hand, and gestured, "Want to stay at the bar or find somewhere more private to sit?" Fuck, she looked absolutely gorgeous like this.

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His lips are rather amazing, too. They are familiar to her, of course (so very familiar) but he's still younger than any Jim she'd kissed before. And his electric blue eyes, that's rather different than what she's learned to handle. They still startle her a little, every time, with their blueness.

He's asked her a question, she realizes somewhat dazedly. Right. The reason she came here... "I think a more private venue would be appropriate," she says.

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"Sure." Kirk stood, fingers curled around the beer he had ordered, and asked, "Still owe you a drink... what would you like?" Oh definitely wasn't hinting anything at all.

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She purses her lips, thinking about it. "A mai tai, if you please." It's said more to the bartender than to him. The color of the drink should go nicely with her dress. She thanks the bartender when it arrives and sips it, letting the tangy sweetness pool on her tongue before swallowing. "Lovely," she comments, and gestures for Kirk to lead the way.

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Kirk slowly walked out towards the farther tables, each tucked under a large umbrella to spare them the afternoon sun. He flopped into a seat, the beer sweating over his fingers. He gestured a little towards her, "Is that normal for your universe?"

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She sits down next to him, rather less floppily. She crosses her legs delicately and relaxes slightly. "Is what normal?" she questions, unsure of what his gesture is meant to indicate.

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"Such a regal outfit." Kirk asked, tilting his head very slightly.

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"Regal?" she repeats, laughing. "Hardly! This is casualwear. And no," she smirks a little, "not everyone has similar fashion sense. I didn't get to where I am by dressing like a slob." She doesn't mean head of the chemistry department.

Speaking of which...she reminds herself of the reason she came here. "Jim." She lowers her voice and leans toward him. "I need to ask you about the other man who was in the brig. Is that Captain Christopher Pike?"

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Kirk could tell what she meant, thanks to Jim's comments to him. "Some beautiful casual wear, then." He grinned.

But her next words made his grin drop. His eyes narrowed, his fingers tightened on the bottle he held. He gave a terse nod, "...It is. He if off limits to everyone." That threw up his defenses again. She had asked about the fucker so quickly.

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She notices him tense. "I'm aware he's off-limits," she quickly reassures him. "I'm only asking because...well, obviously you've got him locked up for a reason." She sits back, unsure how much to say. "The Pike I know of, from my universe...I've never met him. Kirk killed him long before I joined the crew of the Enterprise. But I've heard stories. Everyone has." She bites her lip. "Is that the man you've got locked in the brig? The one from my universe? He's dangerous. You probably know that since you've got him imprisoned, and I am truly sorry you had to find it out the hard way."

She takes a shaky breath. Even talking abut him unnerves her. "And if that's your own Pike you've got up there, then our two universe perhaps aren't so different after all."

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"Its one from your universe." Kirk confirmed, "And the man is... dangerous isn't the word." His fingers tightened a little more. "He won't be leaving that brig. Our own Pike... you could meet him. He's a strong man, good in command, but he knows how to temper it with compassion and had a crew so loyal to him they would die for him."

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"He can't leave the brig," she says flatly. "Kill him. He can't be allowed to live."

She considers his words, her drink forgotten. "Pike accomplished great things. Terrible, but great. I can only imagine what he's capable of, with a good heart."

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"...The Enterprise wouldn't exist and I wouldn't be here right now if Pike wasn't the man he was in this universe." Kirk said quietly, looking into the distance. He had already made up his mind, but the words... made it that much harder.

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"Then I owe your Pike a debt of gratitude," Marlena says softly.

She reaches over and lays a gentle hand on his arm. "You're upset," she observes. "You know you have to kill him, but you don't want to do it." She's looking at him with an expression of wonder on her face. She's amazed. She had never seen that side of the Jim Kirk of her own universe, if it even existed. She wants to comfort him, make it better somehow, but she has no idea what to say.

She leans over to kiss him, gently, slowly enough that he can push her away if he wants to.

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Kirk looked to her as she leaned in close, feeling the heat of her hand against his arm. He didn't know the Jim Kirk of her universe, how different he really was in some ways and surprisingly similar in others.

No, right now, he knew his hand was coming up and so gently cupping her cheek, fingertips just barely against her hair, and he kissed her. His head tilted as he closed his eyes, not thinking twice about the motion, the offer, who it was. Foolish, perhaps... but...

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She relaxes as he kisses her. God, his lips feel incredible against hers, and she deepens the kiss, her tongue flicking against his mouth. She's missed this, some part of her that's still capable of coherent thought notes; being Spock's woman is wonderful in its own way, but he's never touched her the way Jim does. Whatever she might mean to him, he makes her feel like she's the second-most important thing in his world, after the Enterprise.

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It felt easy, it felt familiar. Just sinking into something like this, something that didn't have to do with life and death and murder and safety and crew. So for just a little while, he lets himself go. His hand sinks more into her hair, the curl of his tongue against hers speaking of experience despite his younger age.

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He needs this, she can tell. What had started as some small comfort has become desperate and necessary--for both of them, if she's to be perfectly honest with herself. She pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss, breathing hard. She looks at him with fire in her eyes, her unspoken question writ plain on her face.

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The cabin was for him and Bones alone. A rule he had agreed on long ago - sex didn't come back to the room. So instead, he licked his lips, tasted her on them, and murmured, "Have somewhere on the planet yet?" Even as he stood up, the other hand coming up and drawing her up with him.

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"Yeah," she murmurs, "got a room at Temtibi Hotel, great view--come on." Her forgotten drink sits on the table, barely touched as she follows him out of the bar.

It's a short walk to the hotel--run, rather, as she moves as fast as she can through the crowds on the sidewalks. When they reach her hotel room, she barely waits for the door to slide shut before she shoves Kirk against the wall, claiming his mouth with her own once more.

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Fuck he always did love a forceful woman. He grunted as his back hit the wall and slid his arms around her, one hand sliding down to her ass and grabbing as he other curled around the back of her neck. She tasted as bright as the gold dress she was wearing, buttocks firm and ripe under his hand, the silken movements of that long black hair.

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She slips her hand under the hem of his shirt, stroking the warm skin of his belly as her other hand comes up to the buttons on his shirt. She moves her mouth down his jawline, feeling the hint of stubble under her tongue as she sucks at his throat, his pulse fluttering against her lips. She works the buttons open, one by one, and shifts her hips against his, enjoying the way his hand tightens on her ass.

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It had been way too long without having a woman in his arms. The delicate-not-delicate feeling that they had, their unique scent, the height difference that let him feel almost protective and instinctively dominant. He shifted his head so he could bury his nose against her hair. She smelled absolutely beautiful, subtle and with a very slight fragrence that clung to her but most of all, female.

He rumbled low in his chest, rocking his hips gently in encouragement.

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That's another difference between this man and the older Kirk. Jim is holding her protectively; Kirk had always crushed her to him possessively as though he owned her.

She grips his unbuttoned shirt below the collar and tugs lightly, moving him away from the wall and toward the bed. She slips the shirt off his shoulders and lets it fall; with one hand, she pulls the pins from her hair, letting it fall loose down her back. The backs of her knees hit the bed and she lays down on it, her hair spreading out like a fan under her as she pulls Jim down with her.

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"Fucking beautiful." Kirk rumbled low, sliding his hands up into her hair, rubbing the pads of his fingers against her scalp. He could remember his last girl with long hair, how turned on it had gotten her to ease the strain of her up-done hair before he had gotten her off without even removing her cadet uniform. One of his knees slides between her legs, the other supporting himself against the mattress.

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His fingers feel incredible in her hair, and she sighs with pleasure. She arches up against him, parting her legs to let him between them, causing her dress to ride up on her thighs. She presses her chest to his, the fabric covering her breasts muting the heat of his skin.

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He braced his other knee so that he could slide his hands down the length of her body. He cupped the heft of her breasts in his hands, squeezing lightly, pressing his knee against her mound under the edges of the dress. His mouth moved down to her neck, mouthing across it, feeling the flutter under his tongue.

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She moans a little, craning her neck to bite his ear. Her hands slip down his back, fingers tracing over the muscle to dip beneath the waistband of his pants, then coming around to unfasten them and push them down his hips. "Mmm, Jim," she breathes, pushing up into his touch.

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A low sound tells her that the bite was definitely appreciated and desired, along with a matching quick-thrust of his hips. He wriggled slightly, using one foot to roughly slide off his jeans on one leg then the other. His hands pushed up her dress -- pause. A grin slid up onto his lips and he breathed out a laugh, "Nothing underneath? Woman knows what she wants."

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"Yeah, I do," she agrees, biting the cord of muscle on his neck, just below his ear. With a wriggle, she flips them over, straddling his hips. She leans down to bite at a pectoral, her tongue laving his nipple. "And I always get it."

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Damn he always did like a confident woman. "S'good motto to have." He grinned, sinking his fingers into her hair again. This way he could look down the length of her body and groan at the perfect sight of it.

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"It's served me well." She notices his eyes drinking her in, and grins. "You like what you see?" she teases, knowing the answer full well, before pressing her lips to his abdomen again. She traces a fingertip down his body with a light touch, following it with a trail of wet kisses.

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"Damn straight I do." Kirk grinned in return, staring at her hungrily. He propped himself up a little on an elbow so he could watch. He wanted to see what she would do, but he would definitely make sure he got to taste her.

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Marlena moves lower, letting her long hair brush across his thighs as she bites him, hard, where his thigh meets his groin, her hand caressing his other hip. She licks the bite mark, then turns her head and drags her tongue slowly up the length of Kirk's shaft.

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"FUCK!" Kirk called out, definitely in pleasure, and his fingers curled in her hair. That bite -- shit, he always loved a little pain -- and then that... his hips rocked upwards slightly, "Shit, yea."

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His response causes a warm curl of arousal to snake through her God, that's hot, and she swirls her tongue over the head, tasting the salty slickness leaking from the slit. Her hand cups his heavy sac as she takes him further in, sucking gently.

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James Kirk was never a quiet man in bed. In fact, it had gotten him caught more then once in places he shouldn't have been fucking around. It took effort to keep his hips still but its an effort well practiced. His fingers stay buried in her hair, "Nnnsogood, 'Lena..." he breathed out on a sigh.

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She would have responded verbally, something witty perhaps, but it's hard to speak while swallowing around the cock in her throat. It's good to know that he responds to the same things that make his counterpart moan. She presses her tongue against the vein on the underside of his cock, dragging against it as she pulls off with a slurp.

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Always did love sloppy sex, the slurp made the flesh in her hand twitch. Kirk rubbed his thumbs against her temple and murmured to her, "Come on, beautiful, if you're gonna do that at least turn around so I can repay the favor." His voice, his eyes, his smile... all pure sex.

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Marlena would never disobey a direct order from a commanding officer, and most certainly not from Jim Kirk. "Yes, sir," she says breathlessly. More than obligingly, she swivels around, lying on her side and parting her legs to give him access. She sucks the head of his cock into her mouth again, licking as though it's made of candy and working him with her hand at the same time. She wants to feel his incredible tongue--oh, there. She moans around his cock, trying to keep her hips from bucking.

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His hands grasped firmly on either of her hips as he all too willingly buried himself between her thighs. A slow, deep breath just to remember it - some people hated it, some tolerated it, some loved it. He always had been in the latter category. Women smelled down to earth, pungent in a good way, rich.

His tongue slid up between her labia, flicking up where flesh joined together, getting his first taste. Strong, sour-bright, sharp, not bad at all. A grin came up onto his lips.

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A gasping sort of moan escapes her at the feel of his mouth on her, sending electricity up her spine. She presses her face into Kirk's groin, swallowing his cock as deeply as she can, and she hums low in the back of her throat before pulling back slightly, letting his cock slip between her lips.