[SOL! Verse - Walk a Mile in My Shoes]

[nyota_uhura24]

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.

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It had only been two days since he'd last seen Nyota, and he'd only heard her name once, but the single word kept running on repeat in his mind and her face along with it.

He'd spent his Sunday mostly catching up on some much needed rest, lounging about with a book and when he found he couldn't focus on that, he'd sat down and started composing a new song. One that was meant to exorcise the image of deep brown eyes from his mind, but instead just made him feel like she was practically in the room with him. He'd finally caved and admitted to himself that okay, so he was ridiculously attracted to her, and okay, he wanted nothing more than to just dance her right to his bed when she got to his place. But he'd also made a firm decision that none of that would happen. Not just on Monday, but ever. He couldn't do something that would have such severe repercussions for her. He'd just have to reign it in and pretend she wasn't driving him crazy when she pressed herself up against him and smiled so innocently, like she didn't have a clue what chaos she was wrecking on his self-control.

A restless night later, and Monday came around. All through the day and six hours of getting his toes stepped on and his ass groped, he counted the minutes until he'd be home and she'd be there, stepping on his toes. He didn't think he was lucky enough that she'd grope his ass.

He took of from the dance studio as early as he could and went for a quick shower when he got home. He'd probably need another one later, maybe even a cold one, but this way she wouldn't smell any of that awful perfume the foxtrot furies liked to bathe in. In fact - he smirked to himself as he put on a clean dancing outfit - he might just wear this one again tomorrow. See how the wicked witches of waltzing liked another and much nicer scent on him.

Just as he tugged on his sleeveless black undershirt, he heard a knock on the door and couldn't help grinning widely to himself. He padded barefoot over to the door and opened it, giving her a slow smile as she came into view. Leaning on the door, he greeted her and took in the sight of her, fresh faced with just the hint of moisture in her hair. It must have begun to rain again. "Miss Gorgeous," he nodded formally, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "I'm delighted you could attend."