❝ infect me with your love and fill me with your poison ❞

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[bitchslapper]

[Rather than meet his eyes, she takes another sip, doing her best to keep prim and proper despite the annoyance bubbling under her calm facade. Another member of Starfleet. How quaint. Jaime had pledged himself to the same cause as a favor to their father's former commander. It had been her mistake to push him toward it. She'd thought he'd be stationed near her. Little did she know that her father would take her far away from San Francisco to marry some oaf entrepreneur who owned a planetary settlement in a star system lightyears away. The Crownlands. The name was little more than a boast. Living conditions on that settlement bordered on medieval.]

How about me, indeed. If "leave" is your prerogative, you're more than welcome to it.

[threeyears]

Hey, come on, at least tell me your name. Is it something like, say, Beauty?

[Dear Jim: don't.]

[bitchslapper]

[Don't. Just don't. 8(]

It sounds like you're talking to me but, last I checked, cocks don't come with the power of speech.

[threeyears]

[you're gonna need some ice for that buuuurn boy]

Funny you should mention that. [That was possibly one of the most awkward missions he'd ever been on, and it's taken him weeks to bury the memory.

But he shakes off the memories, and takes another sip of wine. He should've just gone with beer.]

Jim Kirk. And you?

[bitchslapper]

A woman with a name you're not worthy of uttering.

[Shoo, fly, go away.]

[threeyears]

Beauty it is, then.

[Nope, he's not going anywhere.]

[bitchslapper]

You're going to be persistent about being unapologetically beastly, aren't you?