The BLTS Archive - Party Favors
by jm (itsjustjm@yahoo.com)

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Disclaimer: The entire Trek universe belongs to Paramount. Darn it
all.

Notes: A sequel to my K/S story, "Holiday Traditions"

This was written for Farfalla, who has come through for me twice now,
even though K/S is her main diet. Thanks, Farfalla! :-)

Beta: Farfalla. Thank you muchly!

Feedback: itsjustjm at yahoo dot com (any comments welcome)

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Kirk handed her back the sprig of mistletoe. She numbly took it almost
without realizing what she was doing. The Captain got to kiss Spock,
and she did not. Well, didn't the gossip mill say that Kirk could get
whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted? She wasn't so lucky.
Thankfully, some of the hard punch helped dull the blow to her ego.

Come on, girl, a little voice said inside her head. How much of your
life were you going to waste mooning over someone who obviously was
never interested in the first place? Grow up! A new year's coming up.
Time to move on. "Exactly," Chapel said out loud.

"Is something wrong, hon? You don't really look like the life of the
party right now. Can I help? Get you something to drink, perhaps?"
Uhura looked concerned. And lovely. She had on something short and
skintight. And oh why hadn't Christine noticed what great legs Uhura
had before?

Christine decided to be bold. After all, it worked for Jim Kirk,
didn't it? "Thanks. I'll just share yours." Chapel took Uhura's glass
from her hand, and made sure to drink from the same spot that the
impression on the glass indicated Uhura had used earlier. Then Chapel
tried to give Nyota the most suggestive look she could manage in her
tipsy condition, and winked.

It was all Uhura could do not to giggle. She spied the forgotten
mistletoe in Chapel's hand and clucked at her. "Oh, Darlin', you
didn't need to bring your own! I put up plenty in the doorway.
Besides, seems a shame a pretty girl like you has to carry around a
wilted plant to get a kiss." Uhura smiled warmly at Christine. Through
the foggy haze that was Christine's mind, a spark of hope formed and
her heart sped up a notch.

"Let's just go dispose of this little thing at the wall unit, shall
we?" Uhura suggested. She gently took a hold of Chapel's unresisting
arm and steered her over to the refreshments table. Holding hands,
Uhura guided Chapel's fingers to the slot in the wall, slowly
caressing them all the while. As the tips of Christine's fingers
disappeared inside, Uhura's other hand was busy too. Sliding up the
seam of Chapel's dress, that is. The garment clung to every curve of
the nurse, and Uhura took full advantage of the situation.

Nyota found Christine's nipple through the fabric, and traced it with
her nails lightly. When Christine opened her mouth to express her
pleasure at this development, Uhura dipped in and kissed her slowly
and sensually. Christine wrapped her arms around Uhura and couldn't
believe how much better the party had just become. Who needed
mistletoe?

Standing at the punch bowl, Chekov idly looked up from his glass.
"Vhat is dis? I dought dat Uhura came vid me?" He took a long drink.
"Oh vell. De more de merrier. Share and share alike, da?"

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The End