Max Black always goes for the money shot. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} money_shot) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg,@ 2017-08-03 10:00:00 |
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WHERE: the Captain’s ready room
WHEN: 2264.215 (Aug. 3rd)
WHAT: Goodie delivery.
RATING: Low.
STATUS: Log; Complete.
Max checked her makeup as best she could in the warped reflection provided by the shiny… metal in the kitchen. With all the advances in technology, she doubted it was stainless steel or chrome, but it was similar enough to let her paint a fresh coat of lipstick on her lips and feel more or less confident in the results. She also quickly checked her hair while she was at it, fluffing her curls, then reached into her top and pulled up the girls to make sure they were at their perky best- because with the surprise she’d decided to bring Captain Hot Stuff, it was pretty much ‘Go Big or Go Home’. The smell of sugar and melted chocolate was thick in the air as she turned around and tested how hot the baking dish was. It was almost cool enough to handle, which meant the treat was just about the right temperature to eat- with the cookie base at the bottom perfectly crisped and the gooey, fudgey brownies on the top just shy of becoming cake-like. The entire dish was best served with vanilla ice cream in her opinion, but Max only had two hands and she still had to carry plates and forks and a spatula to boot, so Jim would have to do without the ice cream this time. Max grabbed a prep towel and used it as one large oven mitt, carrying the still just slightly too warm dish down the corridors between the kitchen attached to the Mess Hall and the Captain’s ready room. If she’d timed it right, he would just about be finishing his shift on the bridge and would be ready for a little relaxation… In the form of a decadently rich dessert. Jim was, in fact, just now finishing his shift on the bridge, though that didn't mean his work was done. One thing he had quickly learned after being named captain of the Enterprise was that a captain's job is never, really, done. Even if he did have down time to spend in the lounge, in his quarters, wherever. While he had a few reports to read over, Jim replicated himself a cup of coffee and sat on the sofa in his ready room, the stack of reports waiting for him on the coffee table. When the door chimed to signal someone had come to see him, he looked up and called out, "come in," which slid open the door to reveal, not as he assumed his first officer, Bones, or another member of the crew, but rather Max Black holding what looked like something sweet and chocolatey. He grinned. "What a wonderful surprise," he drawled, not standing up but motioning for her to join him. Max grinned as she entered the room. The doors still tripped her out- not because automatic doors were so ~new and different~ to her like they probably were to some of the travelers who’d come from before her time, but because they were so quiet and she’d be damned if she could figure out where the sensors were. With a little thought, she’d probably decide that it was the computer doing all of that and then the tiny part of her brain that was still an echo of her mother and her mother’s paranoid ‘boyfriends’ would pipe up and start screaming about how Big Brother was watching them, but that was exactly why she didn’t think about it. The past was dead, after all, so why worry about it too much? “I figured that after a long, hard day dealing with all of us nutjobs, you deserve something a little special.” And the dish she held in her hands was, indeed, special. She’d talked about the dish to other passengers, like Peggy and Sharon, but she hadn’t actually made it during her time aboard the Enterprise. Part of it was that they didn’t seem to understand the draw of Slutty Brownies, so she didn’t figure they’d appreciate it. Jim though… She knew he liked chocolate. She knew he’d loved the cupcakes, because he’d said so in public. (What? She wasn’t stalking him on the PADD, she had just happened to see his comments to the Doc. Shut up.) Chances were pretty damned good that he’d enjoy this too. She flipped the towel around so the still warm bottom of the dish wouldn’t damage the surface of his coffee table before setting it down. “I feel like I should warn you though. You will probably make borderline pornographic sounds when consuming this and I will definitely tease you about them later.” "Oh, if only my only job was to deal with you," he teased. Honestly, the time he spent on the travelers (with the exception of any arguments he continued to have with Mr. Spock about their presence on board the Enterprise), was so miniscule compared with his time spent reading reports or approving duty rosters or talking to command or - well, just about anything else. Jim could use some more excitement on this trip, he thought. His eyebrows shot up. "Did you lace them with something?" he wondered, thinking about all the possible drugs and spices that she could have found in the kitchen or elsewhere. The smell of the chocolate was wonderful, and he wanted to dig right in, but he held himself back. “Well, I mean, I could cause a little trouble,” Max teased back, grinning widely. “This may surprise you, but I have a little bit of experience in that arena.” Though she’d calmed down since being out on her own, she had been ‘removed’ from a couple of foster homes as a moody, angry teenager. So she had the chops to wreak some havoc. The Enterprise, though, was definitely no foster or group home. She dropped to her knees beside the coffee table and pulled the small spatula she’d brought along out of her jacket pocket. Cutting and serving this monster would be so much easier if she had better leverage and even though her butt looked fantastic in the pants she was wearing, being bent over at the waist would have been killer on her back and she was not about that noise. Max laughed at Jim’s question about whether or not she’d laced them with something as she unpacked a couple of small serving plates. “I did not, actually. But if edibles are something you’re into, I can totally make it happen. If the Doc will give up my stash. These are just that damned good.” Kirk wasn't shy about the fact that he was looking at how good she looked in those pants. Or embarrassed about looking. Not at all. "It's a little tricky," he told her. "But maybe next time we have a chunk of shore leave to enjoy." Besides, he wasn't interested in getting a lecture from Bones or whatever about getting high while off duty if there was a chance he had to be on duty. "So what is in them then?" he asked. “Oh, it’s definitely a shore leave thing,” she laughed, serving up a generous piece for the captain. “I don’t even want to think about how badly it would go if you were high as shit, trying to make first contact with some unknown species.” With no small amount of pride, she handed the plate over along with a fork. The separate layers were perfectly profiled, a clear demarcation between them, yet they all melded and blended together in sugary harmony. “This,” insert dramatic pause, “is a Slutty Brownie. It is a layer of chocolate chip cookie, topped by a layer of Oreo cookies, topped once more by a layer of my perfectly fudgy brownies.” She stood then, sucking a little stray chocolate off one finger. “I will not judge you if you get on your knees and propose to that baking dish after the first bite. I’ve seen it happen before.” Jim really liked Max. It was refreshing to hear such candid and blunt chatter from her. She reminded him of some of the girls he knew back in Iowa, before he left for the Academy and a world of women who were more likely to follow the structure and expectations of Starfleet. "I don't like to make a habit out of making proposals," he insisted as he took the plate from her and poked a big bite onto the fork. "So I hope you're not disappointed if it doesn't happen." He flashed her another smile before popping the forkful of the dessert into his mouth. He might not be proposing to anyone today, but he definitely didn't hold back or swallow his groan of satisfaction at it. "Slutty brownie, you say?" he muttered around a mouthful. “No disappointment,” she confirmed, cutting herself a smaller piece. “No disappointment, only love and brownies.” Max paused, though, and watched Jim’s face when he took that first bite. That was her favorite part of baking, watching people genuinely enjoy something she’d made. Witnessing that short burst of happiness and existing truly in the moment was an honest-to-god high for her, better (but more expensive) than the illicit kind she often succumbed to. “The sluttiest brownie out there.” Max nodded toward the replicator. “Need milk? Sometimes coffee just doesn’t cut it.” "Milk?" he echoed, shaking his head, the brownie still melting away in his mouth. "Coffee?" Jim shook his head. "Why ruin the brownie with one of those?" Immediately he took another bite and sat back against the sofa, shoulders relaxing, completely satisfied. "Mmn this is really fucking good, Max," he said. Max laughed at how Jim seemed morally affronted at the idea of drinking milk with the Slutty Brownies. “Remind me to give that to you with vanilla ice cream next time I make it,” she said as she got herself a glass of milk from the replicator. He may be manning through all that chocolate, but she was a mere mortal and needed the dairy. She sat on the sofa beside him, not too close but also not too far, and dug into her own plate. Much like his own groan, the sounds that came from her at that first bite were nearly pornographic. If anyone was listening at the door, they would definitely think something smutty was going on. “I love these,” she said after swallowing, her eyes still closed while she enjoyed how perfectly warm and gooey the brownies were compared to the nicely crisp cookie bottom, “because they are almost better than sex. Like, if someone gave me the choice between the two, I’d have to give it some serious thought.” Now that, that he couldn't let go. "Now wait just a minute," Jim said, taking a pause to lick his lips and take another bite. "These are damn good brownies, but they aren't better than sex. Nothing's better than sex. Well, let's be clear, these are definitely better than bad sex. But they're absolutely not better than fantastic sex." Maybe, he thought, Max just hadn't ever had fantastic sex. Not that he was going to go ahead and ask that of her or even imply it otherwise. Max had to laugh again. Oh boy. This was going to be an interesting conversation. “I don’t think things have changed that much in two hundred years,” she said, waving her fork at him before spearing another bite. “A woman’s sexual experience tends to be very different from a man’s. So unless they’re giving classes in foreplay and how to get your sexual partners with vaginas off, I call bullshit.” She popped it into her mouth with another, smaller groan, and tried to talk around it. “But this is definitely better than bad sex and at least on par with average sex. Fantastic sex is like a unicorn… you hope it’s out there, but you’re pretty sure it doesn’t exist.” It was a male-female thing, sure, and he shrugged. "Well, one thing you should remember about being in the future is that there aren't just humans available now for your sexual pleasure," he told her. "So even that varies by race and gender and culture and all that." He kept eating, a smirk permanently planted on his face now. "And it always depends on the right partner." Max just stared. There was no way Jim hadn’t fucked an alien, not with that smirk (and seriously, that smirk should be illegal because it was the kind that made her pants want to run away. No. Bad pants). “I am not one to advocate kissing and telling, but you cannot leave me hanging on a statement like that. It’s rude.” He gave her another amused look and just went right back to enjoying his slutty brownie for a long moment. "I'm not sure what you're looking for me to tell you," he said. "Except that you have a whole wide universe out there now, Max. Enjoy it." “Are you kidding me?” Max said, taking a sip of her milk. “Buddy, I’m looking for tips.” She could have elaborated, and she almost did, but the joke didn’t land if you worked too hard on it. He laughed. "I'll draw you up a list of tips then," he said. "And maybe you should check the Federation cultures information in the system. It's pretty comprehensive, really, and you'll find everything you never knew you wanted to know." “That… sounds like a lot of work,” Max said, cutting herself another small piece of the brownie. “I’ll probably look into it when I feel like it’s time to open my lady business for business.” Jim almost choked on his last bite of brownie at her words, and he ended up laughing, a full-throated laugh that made his shoulders shake too. "I'm sure there are people around who would be more than happy to fill you in on all the details. I'm just not sure that it's in my job responsibilities as captain to do it," he joked, giving her a quick wink. Max grinned broadly at Jim’s reaction. She’d been hoping for that sort of full-bodied laugh. There was no way that being in such a powerful, and powerfully responsible, position wasn’t stressful. Though it was clear that he loved it, and his ship and his crew, he was too young to be so serious all the time. “True,” she said, taking another bite. “That’s definitely not a captain’s duty. That’s more a medical thing, right? So I should totally go talk to Dr. McCoy about it.” Just imagining the Doc’s face when she posed such a question to him would almost be worth the look he was likely to give her. She couldn’t even finish the statement without laughing at the thought. Jim probably should have discouraged Max from asking Bones those sort of questions but he just couldn't do it. "Oh yes, please," he said enthusiastically, "please ask Dr. McCoy about any questions you might have. But make sure I'm around when you do it." Max laughed so hard she snorted, which just made her laugh harder. It took a solid minute before she recovered enough to form actual words that were mostly coherent. “Jim Kirk, you are a terrible, terrible influence. Because I am so going to ambush him the most ridiculous questions I can think of now.” "I take pride in being a terrible influence," he said, puffing himself out a little bit and grinning. "I like that you figured that out so quickly." Jim paused for a moment and gestured to the brownies. "Thanks for sharing, Max. I've never had a dessert quite like that before." “You do a fantastic job at being a terrible influence and you should keep up the good work. You can be a bad influence on me any time.” With those eyes and that grin, he could be a lot of things on her any time but she wasn’t about to say that out loud. “And I’m glad you liked it. It seemed like something that would be right up your alley.” She stood then, stretching slightly to ease the tension that was always in her back, thanks to being so damned top heavy. “But I should probably let you get back to your-” She gestured vaguely to the area where they were sitting. “-stuff.” Jim chuckled. "Yeah, my stuff." He grinned over at her and nodded. "But please, you're welcome to come visit me any time you want, preferably with those brownies but they aren't mandatory." Max laughed while she picked up the used plates. She’d planned on leaving the rest of the brownie with him, if for no other reason than to have a plausible reason to drop by later. But if he was going to go around inviting her… “Maybe next time I’ll bring you a different kind of sweet surprise,” she said with a wink. Hey. She was only human. |