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The Park | Sunday Morning

It got boring staying inside your room for too long. Sure, Jim was a pro at entertaining himself but he also got bored easily and got curious even easier. There was crap going on around the island and he'd been hearing a rhyming voice for awhile now and staying inside his room just wasn't an attractive option even if it was cold out there.

That was okay, he could deal with cold. It just meant bundling up in various layers before heading out. He wasn't usually up this early and was kind of surprised how quiet it seemed right now. He could almost believe this was another sleepy town in the middle of bumfuck Iowa where nothing happened. He knew the truth but while he took a walk through the park, he could almost believe this place was normal and boring.

It was probably a good thing it wasn't. He'd probably get bored of that after awhile and take off. Boring and normal were just not good matches for Jim Kirk.

[Open place and post. Possible SP later in the afternoon when I head to dinner with my mom! ETA: And SP is about to commence! I will return all tags ASAP!]

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Denna let her hand very obviously drop to her agiel. "Are you sure?"

On the one hand, Jim didn't want to deal with that damn stick thing again. On the other, he also didn't want to even consider the other option.

"Maybe you're the type that likes video games?" Jim replied, letting that serve as his answer.

Why did you keep assuming Denna wouldn't hit you, Jim? Though at least the backhand she aimed at his face was from the hand not currently holding an agiel.

"Maybe I'm not."

Jim hadn't expected the backhand but he immediately knew it'd been stupid to not expect her to be a hitter.

Cheek stinging, he rubbed it lightly with his hand and worked his jaw back and forth a few times to ease the stinging.

"My mistake," he said, not sounding very apologetic. "Knitting, maybe?"

"Wrong answer," Denna said moving to strike him again.

Why did he keep making her do this, it wasn't like she took any pleasure in it... well, actually she did, but she much preferred a man once he knew his place.

Okay, he wasn't going to just let her keep hitting him. That had gotten old after the first strike.

This time, Jim was a little more prepared and actually ducked underneath the strike. And now he was going to try a little offense of his own. Nothing flashy but maybe a nice, hard kick to the shin would make her a happier person.

Well, she laughed after his foot made contact, so that counted right?

"Jim, Jim, Jim. what am I going to do with you?"

She didn't play fair!

Jim cursed silently under his breath and shook his head. "Celebrate my boldness with a beer and a burger?"

Of course she didn't. What kind of fool expected Mord'Sith to play fair?

"I once knew a girl with an even smarter mouth than yours," Denna said, not letting Jim's bravado get to her at all. At all. "I taught her the error of her ways soon enough."

Funnily enough, Cara remembered that incident very differently.

"Congratulations," Jim said dryly, giving her a small round of applause. "Did she tell you that you talk a whole helluva lot? It's just a constant droning. Blah blah bored."

Well, the kick hadn't worked so now he was just going to be a jackass until he could think of something else here.

She had actually. Repeatedly. Which was probably why Denna grabbed for his chin. "You'd get along I think, she didn't know when to keep a civil tongue in her head either."

"She sounds like my type of girl then," Jim said, glaring at her. "I'd love to meet her, get introduced, maybe swap stories a bit and become fast friends. I think I'd like her better than you."

That was a no brainer.

"Yes, I expect you would." Sometimes it seemed like everyone liked Cara better, regardless of how little she deserved it. "She always did have a knack of lucking into men's weaknesses."

That was not an admission of defeat. Nor of any skill on Cara's part.

"You seem jealous," Jim remarked, smirking. "It's okay, I'm sure you have your good qualities too."

Denna was not jealous. "I am ten times the Mord'Sith she is."

Way to go with convincing him of your total non-jealousy there.

Yeah, that just made Jim laugh because wow, the jealousy was thick right now. He didn't even care if it was stupid, it was deserved.

"Yeah, you're not jealous at all," he said sarcastically.

Denna drew her agiel and brought it as close to Jim's face as she could without actually making contact. "Care to repeat that?"

Because that was a compelling argument.

Jim stiffened slightly but made sure his face didn't show any traces of fear or concern.

"If you're trying to change my mind about being jealous, this isn't helping," Jim told her, shaking his head ever so slightly. "Sorry."

Denna moved her agiel along the contours of his jawline, all the while keeping it the barest fraction away from his skin. "And what exactly do you think I should be jealous of?"

Think about your reply very carefully, Jim.

Jim swallowed.

"...the fact that she's better than you?" he tried, shrugging one of his shoulders. "That she doesn't have to overcompensate and you do? Maybe she's prettier?"

She was even if Jim didn't know the person in question was Cara.

She didn't want to mar his pretty face, but she would, just wait.

"You've never even met her, but you think she's prettier?" Denna asked, because she was unaware just how small a multiverse it was.

"Just a hunch I have," Jim said, shrugging. "And my intuition tends to be spectacularly accurate. It's okay, average is an okay place to be."

"I suppose you would know," Denna said, slowly bringing her agiel towards his cheek. Almost like a caress, only not at all.

"I'm anything but average," he said, leaning his head away from the agiel because he wasn't that stupid and involuntary movements were still with him. "I'm not the one standing here, whining and trying to convince someone of how much better they are than someone else."

Look, she was having trouble getting a proper torture chamber set up, so Jim would have to bear with her until she could get him in chains.

Or she could just aim a punch to his belly while his attention was on avoiding the agiel, that worked too.

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