ind. prv. sel. NYOTA UHURA. primarily kelvin based. penned by mavis.
pavel stumbles out of the room, about to turn at the woman who has thrown him out, only to have the door slammed on his face. a towel is the only thing covering him now, and as he faces those on the ship, only one face greets him: lieutenant uhura. "lieutenant." his face flashes rosy upon his juvenile face. "zis is not vhat it looks like."
“ I’M SURE it’s not. “ her brows are arched, lips pursed into a TIGHT LINE to fight against the amused smile that threatens to form. her gaze remains POINTEDLY upon his face as she works to school her own into a disapproving frown. “ YOU MIGHT want to keep a tight grip on that towel, ensign. i bet it’s a long walk back to your quarters. “
scotty twirls his finger around the rim of the drink, eyes locked with the lieutenant. "y'know, lass, if anyone tries 't underestimate ya, always tell 'em to come right t' me so i can give 'em a firm kick in the arse."
SHE SMILES, cheeks pleasantly flushed from her own DELICATELY NURSED drink, her head bowing momentarily. dark hair falls in a heavy cascade about her shoulders and face until her chin lifts once more : BRIGHT EYES meeting his gaze, squarely. “ THAT’S very chivalrous of you, but i can easily do my own kicking. “
"how's this?" little fists clutch a paper with doodles, thrusting them in uhura's gaze. "see? that's you 'n me, & there's pa. he's watchin' us fix things!"
“ I THINK it’s wonderful. “ she smiles, bright and sweet, as she couches so that she’s at eye level with the girl. a hand lifts, slender finger pointed so that she may PLAYFULLY tweak her nose. “ AND IT’S definitely something we should make A REALITY at some point, i could always use an extra set of clever hands. “