Who: Ozma and Kirk What: Meeting at a bar When: Recently Where: Some bar Rating/Warnings: Medium - it's these two so just go with it. Status: Complete when posted
It had been a busy few months for Ozma between work, buying a car and making new friends. Mostly work though. She felt like she hadn’t had time to just sit and relax and recharge since before the summer started. And while on some level she did like being that busy right now she just wished that she could disappear for a few hours and get away from all of it. Maybe she should have made sure to stay in contact with the man on the network who had told her about his spaceship. Space would be a great escape right now as far as she was concerned.
She signalled the bartender for another glass of wine, giving them a small bright but somewhat tired smile as they set it down in front of her. She was burning herself out and she knew it - too much work and not enough play.
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Kirk needed to get out. He was becoming a homebody, as much as anyone could be a homebody on the Enterprise. He’d even done some more atmospheric diving just out of boredom.
Maybe he needed to meet more people. So hitting a bar and doing it the old fashioned way seemed like the best idea.
“I’ll try whatever she’s having,” He said, taking a seat next to Ozma and flashing her a charming smile.
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Ozma turned her head to see who was sitting down beside her and it took a second for her to realize where she recognized him from. The network and if she could trust her memory past that - he was actually the guy with the spaceship that she had just been thinking about. She gave him a half smile as he ordered, waiting for the bartender to leave to speak. “Kirk right?” She asked him, sipping her wine slowly.
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“That’s me,” Jim replied, flashing her another smile. He tilted his head, searching his own memory to place face and name together, “Ozma, isn’t it?”
He was pretty sure that was it, and Jim rarely forgot a pretty girl’s name.
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“The one and only.” Ozma said, confident in her answer. She’d picked and chosen the name herself as a teenager, making it her own through her career. “What brings you to this place tonight? I thought for sure you’d be out exploring somewhere for some reason.”
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“Pretty name.” For a pretty girl. And she had good choice in drink choices, he decided, once he’d gotten a chance to taste it. “Sometimes it’s good to come down to earth and remind yourself of all the things that make you human.” ***
“Thank you. It was my greatgrandmothers. I took it for my own when I turned 18.” Well legally she had changed her name to it at 18 but she’d been using it since she’d started modeling. “Found anything here tonight to remind you of that?” Ozma asked him curiously, watching his face as she took a sip of her wine.
*** Kirk nodded, but had no outward reaction to her revelation. Taking a name could mean any number of things and he was too much of a gentleman to pry. Not that it would make any sort of difference to him anyway.
“I think I’m looking at her.”
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Ozma gave him a flirty smile at that comment, realizing the opportunity in front of her to shake her life up a little bit by getting to know Kirk better. Or at least make tonight a little better. “I’ll try to live up to the expectation then.”
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“I’ll try not to put you on any pedestals. I’m familiar enough with what it feels like to fall off of one.” There were stories in his words. Three life-times worth of stories.
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“I appreciate it. Bruises are hell in my line of work. Especially to the ego.” Ozma said teasingly. She lifted one brow at his comment about being familiar with falling off pedestals, a silent invitation to share those stories if he wanted too but she wasn’t going to push or pry. Not right now at least.
***
It was not a story he’d share now, but being a Captain who was also human meant that sometimes his crew idolized him, and sometimes he fell short of being that person he needed to be. “Sometimes bruises are nice. Depends on where, and how.”
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“That’s true. Unfortunately it can be a little hard to find people who agree about that sometimes. Or if they do...a lot of the people I’ve met lately have wanted it to be all one way and that just doesn’t work for me.” Ozma told him, sipping her wine again. It was one of the things she missed about Elsa - the way they’d been on the same page about so much from the beginning of their relationship - but she was happy for her friend, happy that she’d met someone who was able to give her what she needed in a relationship. And that the two of them had finally gotten to a point where they could not be awkward around each other again.
***
“That’s true. But that’s where communication comes in. And compromise.” Never with safety, of course, but any relationship was give and take.
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“Very true. So in the interest of communication...where do you fall on the matter? All one way or both parties getting a few bruises to help remember the night?” Ozma asked quietly.
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“Both, both is good,” Jim replied, flashing her a grin. “It’s never any fun unless it’s mutual, or they want it one way specifically.”
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Ozma leaned in slightly at that grin, reaching out with one hand to almost touch his arm. “So Kirk...where’s your favorite place for bruises if you got to pick?”
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“Giving or receiving?” He replied, eyes alight.
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Ozma thought about it for a second before answering his question, reaching for her wine glass as she answered him candidly. “Both.”
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Grinning, he leaned in and whispered it to her, making sure his voice did That Thing as his breath was warm against her ear.
Jim Kirk could be a tease
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Ozma let her eyelids drop part way so that she was looking up at him almost through the lashes, not even trying to hide the fact she was flirting with him from the bartender or anyone who might have been looking at the two of them. She turned her head slightly towards him so that her lips brushed barely over his jaw as she responded. “Then why are we still here?”
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Jim smiled back at her, his eyes sparkling. “Would you like to go on an adventure, Ozma?”
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Ozma got the bartenders attention and signalled to close out her tab, leaving a couple bills under her glass as a tip. “Lead the way.”