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Who: Buffy Summers (

a_slayer_slays) & Captain James T. Kirk (

canyonsiniowa)
What: Miss Summers has a favour to ask.
When: A few hours prior to sunset.
Where: Outside a window at House 7
Summary: A little hand-to-hand, a little foot-to-face.
Rating: Uhhm, let's say PG13 with a side-warning for potential innuendo, as it seems to occur often with these two. For the time being. Will change if anything else changes.

There is only so much bed-rest that the Buffster can take, and that limit was reached just about a long time ago. Besides? She was fine. She would be the first to swear that she was as fit as a fiddle and ready to fight--literally. Decked out in an athletic top and the closest thing to yoga pants Luceti's shops could provide, Buffy had stalked her way to house seven. She arrived in full stealth mode, hoping to avoid any prying doctorly eyes. She had a bit of a hands-on itch that could use some scratching, and she did not imagine such a thing fell into the category of physician-approved activities.

Not one of those kinds of itches, gentle reader. This urge more closely resembled one to get back into the training saddle and to get her spar on; however, there was little to stop the Slayer's wandering thoughts as she kept vigil outside Kirk's bedroom window. It was the stealthiest way to gain both contact and access, so she waited with her arms folded lazily against the window's outer sill. Buffy might have been a tad on the superhuman side, but two weeks out of commision was enough to many anyone a little lack-luster on her feet.

Eventually, a flicker of movement on the other side of the glass raised her hops. Buffy rap-rap-rapped on the glass with her knuckles. Should Captain James T. Kirk take a peek, there would be one smiling Slayer at his window. She looked as though she wanted a hand, or two. And maybe a few elbows and knees to go with them.

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Easily blockable translated that Kirk didn't need to think about it. He blocked it with his own arm before turning slightly and snatching out to grab her arm.

Buffy would gladly let you grab her, Kirk; however, being her arm-candy comes with certain costs. For example, she wrenched her shoulder forward and put a piece of her strength behind an attempt to toss the Captain off. It was a rather small piece, though. She was very interested in assessing his abilities and finding out how far she could reasonably take him into combat.

The Captain turned to accept her strength into his body motions. With the arm in his hand he went to move her into a hold where he could pin her arm behind her. And hopefully then pin her to the ground.

With one arm pinned, she planted her heels and refused to be grounded. Not so easily, at least. Buffy chose instead to hold fast and press backward against Kirk, trying to be a brick wall for Kirk's strength to hit and break against.

One look over her shoulder and Buffy offered Jim an easy, affectionate smile even as she resisted.

That smile earned a grin as he moved his leg forward over hers and tried to kick her weight out from under her. Why wasn't the classes in the Academy this fun? Oh, right. The girls there weren't like Buffy.

You're right, Kirk. In fact, most other girls weren't like Buffy. Unless, of course, you visit her universe...where nearly two thousand girls are like her.

Her weight was kicked out from under her, but Buffy intentionally tangled her legs with his own. "If I'm going for a trip?" She spoke through gritted teeth, "--then you're coming along for the ride."

"Hey--!"

Kirk went forward in the mess of legs and landed on top of Buffy. He glanced down but sent a playful grin. He wasn't going to complain.

Buffy's chin thudded onto the ground; the smell of grass became heavy in her nose and she offered a quite grunt. It frustrated her that her ribs still felt delicate and tender with the pressure of another person above her. Still, he wasn't complaining and so neither would she.

"Funny,"--she mused while she twisted to find purchase on the ground--"we always end up in a tangle. What do you suppose that says about us, huh? That we're tangle-prone?" Purchase found, she tried to use her elbow to lever Kirk off of her back and onto his own, beside her. Two more seconds and she could be on top, pinning him.

He grinned as she pushed him back up. "Usually I end up in some kind of tangled mess. Females, in space, must be tangle-prone as you said."

With cheekiness stamped on her face, she pressed the heel of her palms firmly down against the captain's shoulders. "Right--I get it. So all this tangledness is your fault. Normally I'm a nice, normal girl and then wham, I get inside your personal bubble and it's tangle city. You must have some sort of weird radius effect because of being in space. It's the only solution."

She bit her bottom lip, suppressing the grin and attempting to retain a shred of seriousness.

"I get that reaction a lot. Must be the toned look of a captain in charge of a star ship." He teased. Buffy was always great to have a fun flirty conversation with. "You don't like my bubble?"

"Oh, no--" she began to insist, leaning in on her palms with a smile. "Your bubble's just fine. I approve, heartily. It's very...bubbly and bubble-like and I am much with the contentness, being inside of it."

"Better than it being square. Who has ever heard of a square bubble?"

"Not me, that's sure and certain. If a salesman comes by trying to sell a square shaped one, I'll pass. But a Captain shaped one? Oh, who knows. Persuasion just might take place."

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sup stalkers o/

maybe we should have put out snacks?

hmm snacks...

maybe stalkers like chips and dip?

i need to eat, speaking of.

Grilled cheese! Always a good idea. Unless you're lactose intolerant. Then go with feta.

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