captain_jtkirk | .062 - spam for shego

.062 - spam for shego

[Around the time that Kirk usually barges over into Shego's apartment to pester her for the evening, there is the same kind of knock but when she opens the door she won't find him. She will see Aristotle there. With a note attached to his collar. It's a limerick about Shego's hair. Because... that's romance?]

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Shego might have thought it was too late in the day for this kind of idiocy, but - on reflection, there was no time when she would have tolerated dog-borne limericks. She read the note once, burnt it in her bare hand and took the five or so paces necessary to bang on Kirk's door.

"James. Your dog's started writing terrible poetry, you might wanna deal with that."

Kirk opened the door, suddenly.. flustered by the fact that she called him James. He usually disliked it when people called him that but when she said it, it was kinda... nice.

"Really? I figured he wrote good, moving poetry." How were you not moved by that great limerick?

"Then don't give up your day job for a life of literary criticism." She tilted her head. "Are you gonna let me come in or what?"

Jim's eyes went impossibly wide for a second and he didn't have any quick response to that because oh god, Shego wanted to come in to his room and why was that suddenly so nerve wracking for him and why was he suddenly so sweaty?

"Um. If you want?"

She pulled a face. Eventually it would click that there was something amiss but Kirk acting weirdly wasn't exactly....noticeable.

"Unless you're busy with your début anthology or something."

Are you saying that you don't notice him? That is the worst news ever.

"I mean... no. I'm not. You can come in." And he awkwardly shuffles back to let her and the dog in.

She stepped past him into his cabin, eyeballing him all the way.

"Your Inmate knows about us. By the way. I told him he was totally misinterpreting but he knows. So. Thanks for that."

"... what does he know?" Jim tried to ask it as calmly as possible but he kind of squeaked in the middle of asking.

"That we're 'together'," she said, the airquotes verbal rather than physical. "I think he might need The Talk before he works out exactly how 'together', but that was the conclusion he reached in Vegas."

"Why... what made him think that?" Oh good are they together? Were they really dating? He didn't think it was like that but he really wanted it now and oh god, did she want it and what the hell was wrong with him right now?

"I don't know, but he seemed to have inferred a lot from one little chat over the network." She glared sidelong at him. "Did you tell him something?"

"No!" And he squeaked again and then winced because seriously, what was wrong with him right now. Maybe it was just that it was really hot in here and any other time he would've just stripped off his shirt to help with that but... Shego was here.

"No. I only told him that you used to be my Inmate. I haven't... said anything to anyone. I promise."

Edited 2012-02-14 16:31 (UTC)

"If you say so, Jim." The sudden jump in his voice hadn't been lost on her. "Are you sick or something?"

"N-noooo?" Unless anxiety was a sickness and then he had it bad. "I don't know. It's just... I just... you didn't like the poem?"

Edited 2012-02-14 19:44 (UTC)

She stared at him. The idea that he was exposing a vulnerable, artistic side of himself didn't even deserve the quarter of a second she spent on dismissing it.

"Did you expect me to?

Kirk had no idea if he actually had an artistic side. He just wanted to woo her and girls like poetry and stuff right.

"Flowers are kind of hard to come by," he pointed out, as more of a mumble than full of his usual sass.

"Why are you even - " She frowned. "Valentine's is tomorrow, Jim."

"Why do I need a holiday to tell you--" Jim stopped talking suddenly, looking firmly at the ground. He couldn't tell her that he liked her, really really liked her without some kind of gesture. Otherwise she wouldn't believe him and he wasn't sure what he'd do if she laughed at him. Probably cry.

Shego gave him a slightly deer-in-headlights-y blank stare before just shaking her head and stepped back. Either there was a flood on or he was atypically drunk but either way she was aborting this conversation right now.

"...unless you have an absolutely fantastic reason for me not to? I'm leaving."

"Wait." Jim finally looked up at her and it was probably noticeable that he looked a little anxious and well... damp. "Willyouhavedinnerwithmetomorrow?"

She didn't even hesitate. "No."

Wow, that was way more crushing than he had been expecting. Kind of like his whole world had no meaning. He liked her a lot, why couldn't she just like him back. Was he that terrible?

Jim nodded slightly and stared at the ground. "Oh... okay. JustthoughtIwouldask."

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