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[Dinner plans with the Captain tonight.]

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[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

[A few hours ago she'd confidently told Jim that this wasn't that complicated. Now she was kicking herself for that statement, because she had no idea how much was too much when it came to getting ready for dinner. This wasn't a date. This was two people who liked each other spending time together. If they happened to have scorching hot sex - again - then so be it.

But she ended up cooking and getting a bottle of wine out of storage anyway. As she changed out of her uniform and into a casual red dress - he said said she'd look good in red - she hoped it wouldn't freak him out. They were just two people. Having dinner. Now she just had to wait for him to show up.]

[leaps-first.livejournal.com]

[On the other hand, Jim didn't really have the foresight to change out of what he had been wearing all day. And even if he did, all he had on board was t-shirts and sweatpants and exactly one pair of jeans that were probably not clean and sitting on his floor at that moment.

Besides, it was just dinner and if what he thought was going to happen, happened then it didn't really matter what he wore.

Kirk signals the door chime and waits for her to let him in.]

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

[When the chime rings, she's tempted to at least get up off the couch, straighten her dress, and put her PADD aside, but she already feels like she's overdoing it, so instead she just calls out] Enter [and hopes this won't be too weird. When the doors slide open she looks up to smile at him.] Hey, Jim.

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"Guess I'm under dressed." [He eyes her for a long moment, liking what he sees and maybe feeling a little stupid for not changing. But she said that this was just dinner.] "Killer dress though."

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

[She likes the way he looks at her when she stands up. It makes her a little nervous, especially since he's wearing his uniform, but she still likes it.] Thanks. And don't worry about it. I told you I wear red off duty.

[leaps-first.livejournal.com]

"Still. Some warning would've been nice. You can't let a man walk into this blind."

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

It's just a dress, Jim.

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"A sexy dress."

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

Is that a problem?

[leaps-first.livejournal.com]

"Nope." [He grins at her.] "So what's for dinner?"

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

Good. If you change your mind, I can always take it off [she replies innocently, grinning right back at him.]

I hope you like Italian. [She considered making him an African dish, but decided to go with something safer; she's already taking a lot of risks.]

[leaps-first.livejournal.com]

[Jim really isn't that picky. He'd eat anything that was put down in front of him with the exception of things he was allergic to.] "Who doesn't like Italian?"

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Good answer [she replies, walking over toward the table. There are pods keeping their dinners warm without overcooking them. She's not the greatest cook in the world, but her cooking isn't terrible, either. Plus, it's not replicated, which in her book already scores points.]

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

[A few hours ago she'd confidently told Jim that this wasn't that complicated. Now she was kicking herself for that statement, because she had no idea how much was too much when it came to getting ready for dinner. This wasn't a date. This was two people who liked each other spending time together. If they happened to have scorching hot sex - again - then so be it.

But she ended up cooking and getting a bottle of wine out of storage anyway. As she changed out of her uniform and into a casual red dress - he said said she'd look good in red - she hoped it wouldn't freak him out. They were just two people. Having dinner. Now she just had to wait for him to show up.]

[leaps-first.livejournal.com]

[On the other hand, Jim didn't really have the foresight to change out of what he had been wearing all day. And even if he did, all he had on board was t-shirts and sweatpants and exactly one pair of jeans that were probably not clean and sitting on his floor at that moment.

Besides, it was just dinner and if what he thought was going to happen, happened then it didn't really matter what he wore.

Kirk signals the door chime and waits for her to let him in.]

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

[When the chime rings, she's tempted to at least get up off the couch, straighten her dress, and put her PADD aside, but she already feels like she's overdoing it, so instead she just calls out] Enter [and hopes this won't be too weird. When the doors slide open she looks up to smile at him.] Hey, Jim.

[leaps-first.livejournal.com]

"Guess I'm under dressed." [He eyes her for a long moment, liking what he sees and maybe feeling a little stupid for not changing. But she said that this was just dinner.] "Killer dress though."

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

[She likes the way he looks at her when she stands up. It makes her a little nervous, especially since he's wearing his uniform, but she still likes it.] Thanks. And don't worry about it. I told you I wear red off duty.

[leaps-first.livejournal.com]

"Still. Some warning would've been nice. You can't let a man walk into this blind."

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

It's just a dress, Jim.

[leaps-first.livejournal.com]

"A sexy dress."

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

Is that a problem?

[leaps-first.livejournal.com]

"Nope." [He grins at her.] "So what's for dinner?"

[nyota-uhura24.livejournal.com]

Good. If you change your mind, I can always take it off [she replies innocently, grinning right back at him.]

I hope you like Italian. [She considered making him an African dish, but decided to go with something safer; she's already taking a lot of risks.]

[leaps-first.livejournal.com]

[Jim really isn't that picky. He'd eat anything that was put down in front of him with the exception of things he was allergic to.] "Who doesn't like Italian?"