Nyota Uhura (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nyota_uhura24) wrote2010-10-27 05:53 pm
nyota_uhura24) wrote2010-10-27 05:53 pm
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[SOL! Verse - Walk a Mile in My Shoes]
Nyota couldn't wait to get out of the house. The atmosphere had been tense ever since Kamau had come home bruised and bloody on Saturday night. She'd heard him arguing with their father the day before, but went into the room she shared with Sadiki and closed the door, not really wanting to hear anymore. They seemed to have reached a tentative truce, and she wanted to believe that the matter was over, but some part of her knew that even if they could let go of this particular incident this wasn't really the end. It wasn't the first time Kamau's choices had caused tension, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
In any event, she was more than happy to bid farewell to her family for the evening. It wasn't even a lie to say she was going to meet a friend, even if there was no reason to inform her family that she was going to see Jim and he was going to teach her to dance. She shook off the feelings of guilt and focused on the fact that she was finally going to do something she'd been dreaming about since she was a little girl. Dancing with him in the diner was more fun than she'd ever imagined it could be. It simply felt right to move that way to the music, to be held in his arms. She wanted to feel that way again, slightly breathless but completely comfortable. In the process, she knew she'd have the opportunity to learn more about the man whose music spoke to her before they'd even introduced themselves. There was no denying that Jim was unlike anyone she'd known before; she looked forward to him constantly surprising her, and to how much she smiled when he was around. Seeing him always made her day a little brighter.
She tried to ignore the little fluttering in her chest as she got off the 2 subway at the stop closest to his house. She didn't go to the Bronx often, so she couldn't help looking around curiously as she walked to his apartment building, high heels clicking softly on the pavement. They seemed like the right shoes for dancing. When she got to the top floor she took a deep breath, feeling suddenly slightly nervous, and knocked.
In any event, she was more than happy to bid farewell to her family for the evening. It wasn't even a lie to say she was going to meet a friend, even if there was no reason to inform her family that she was going to see Jim and he was going to teach her to dance. She shook off the feelings of guilt and focused on the fact that she was finally going to do something she'd been dreaming about since she was a little girl. Dancing with him in the diner was more fun than she'd ever imagined it could be. It simply felt right to move that way to the music, to be held in his arms. She wanted to feel that way again, slightly breathless but completely comfortable. In the process, she knew she'd have the opportunity to learn more about the man whose music spoke to her before they'd even introduced themselves. There was no denying that Jim was unlike anyone she'd known before; she looked forward to him constantly surprising her, and to how much she smiled when he was around. Seeing him always made her day a little brighter.
She tried to ignore the little fluttering in her chest as she got off the 2 subway at the stop closest to his house. She didn't go to the Bronx often, so she couldn't help looking around curiously as she walked to his apartment building, high heels clicking softly on the pavement. They seemed like the right shoes for dancing. When she got to the top floor she took a deep breath, feeling suddenly slightly nervous, and knocked.
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He doubted she'd be back the following Monday, even if she said so now. If there was one thing he'd learned about her, it was that she was impeccably polite when she was uncertain or uncomfortable. And he'd just been a completely insensitive ass and made her uncomfortable, all because she happened to be beautiful and intelligent and everything he really liked in a woman.
He was very careful not to touch her more than absolutely necessary when he helped her on with her coat, and it seemed to work, because her smile was more genuine, more like it had been earlier when she turned around to face him again. "You're more than welcome," he responded in earnest to her thanks and clamped firmly down on the impulse to touch her cheek again.
He hesitated a moment, reluctant to let her go, reluctant to let this night end. But he knew he couldn't force something that just wasn't there, so with a quick decision, he opened the door for her. "Get home safe, Miss Uhura. 'Night..."
And just like that, she stepped out of his apartment, and he tried not to feel like it was emptier without her. He'd have to make it up to her somehow, show her that they could just be friends and nothing more. He didn't look down the hall to see her go, just closed the door and stood for a moment staring out into the candlelit apartment that looked more like a place for lovers than for someone like him. But it was better this way, he reminded himself once more.