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Of the Expanse of Outer Space >> Jim Kirk X Reader

Title: Of the Expanse of Outer Space

Paring: Jim Kirk X Reader

Warnings: sort of a meet-cute, fluffy, angsty love fic.

Spoilers: Yeah, but only for the 2009 Star Trek

Requested by: anonymous on my tumblr @phalangewrites 

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On the weekends where there is no schoolwork to be done and all the exams are completed and you are left lying in the bed with your eyes fluttering open, heart beating softly, a sense of satisfaction flowing throughout, it is good. Feels even better when the space beside you in the bed is warm, and the body there belongs to the guy who you can't believe fell in love with you. It's not that you can't believe he fell in love with you. More like that he's with you, and has been for the last six months. Not that you're not any good. It's that he's sort of nomadic, love-wise. But not lately. Turning in the sheets, you face the blond man, seeing how the sunlight falls onto his face through the curtains upon his face.

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When you had first met, it had been a sunny, sunny day, and just your luck the air filters in the classrooms had broken down in the fan units, leaving the air conditioning rendered useless. It was just your luck, and sweating like some kind of barnyard animal and toting piles of files for your xenoanthropology classes, you didn't really have the right mindset to be looking where you were going.

Also, just your luck, to not see over your files, and be knocked into by a guy who'd also not been looking where he was going. While your hair was stuck to your head and sweat compiling upon your lip, Jim Kirk looked like a sun god in the heat, his hair a halo of gold, smile apologetic yet handsome altogether. Everyone knew Kirk. Well, all the ladies, anyways; last semester, your roommate's best friend had a fling, and wouldn't shut up about the guy afterwards.

"I didn't see you there, Miss –," He frowned, almost realising then he didn't know your name.

You shake your head, "It's okay, Cadet Kirk. I didn't either."

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Sometimes, Jim Kirk looked like an angel. You say sometimes, because you're sure he's got the devil in him; how else does he get into so much trouble, and look good doing it? Luck? Genetics? Your bloodline showed you descended from scientists who took their work too seriously, what did that make you then, a stuck-up knowledge-seeker who'd file for divorce and share the news on their child's birthday? (True story. It's not a thing child-you took lightly). Kirk was the son of the one and only George Kirk, captain of the USS Kelvin. You'd say Jim had a right to be nomadic.

He never really spoke of his family, and that was okay. You didn't either, and it just left you both living in the present. Going out for drinks every so often with McCoy, having study sessions with Uhura, finding him asleep on the couch with reruns of Doctor Who still playing while he napped. You'd down the alcohol, and memorise the materials to study, and when Jim lost his place in the episodes of the ancient show, you'd rewind it for him on the holovid.