Title: There's Something You're Forgetting...
Fandom: STXI
Characters: Kirk/Gaila
Warnings: Profanity
Summary: For the prompt: "Kirk/Gaila "Nice shoes. Let's fuck!"" located here
Notes: This was fun to write!

"Nice shoes. Let's fuck."

Kirk's head snapped around toward the green-skinned woman standing behind him.

"Excuse me?"

The Orion smiled. "Nice shoes. Let us fuck." Her brow furrowed. "Is that not how it goes?"

"No, you uh..." He eyed her short skirt and tight shirt and free-flowing red hair. "You are absolutely right. Let's go."

"I believe you are forgetting something."

"No, I'm not. Really. Let's go. My roommate's out studying for the night. We can go back to my place."

She stood her ground. "You have forgotten something. It is imperative for this ritual to commence."

"Look, I've got protection if that's what you're--"

"You have not yet commented on my selection of footwear. Is this not the way the ritual goes?"

Kirk gaped at her. "You're kidding--right?"

Her mouth curled indignantly. "I am not."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Jim had come to the bar on a whim; it wasn't his usual hang out and he had been looking for something different from his usual lay. Apparently, he had found it.

"Nice shoes."

She beamed at him. "Thank you. Now let us fuck."

Three hours later when he was sweaty and sore and sensitive and lying next to the best woman he's ever met, he is very glad for all the cheesy pick up lines that had gotten him slapped and beaten up in the past by annoyed women and angry boyfriends.

"I'd really love to do this again," he says, reaching over to smell the sweat on her skin and get another whiff of her pheromones (but he's not nuzzling her--really).

"As would I," she agrees, moving closer into his touch.

"Awesome."

"Yes. Awesome." She pushes herself up to look down at him. "What is your name?"

"Jim."

"Jim," she murmers to herself, tasting his name like an exotic new food. "Hello Jim. I am Gaila."