[For leaps_first]

[nyota_uhura24]

Nyota loved weddings. They were so full of love and hope and family, so even though she didn't know the bride and groom, she was a little caught up in Sam's wedding. There was a beautiful ceremony during which the couple recited their original vows. Now all the guests were enjoying an outside, open-bar reception.

Of course, she wasn't here merely to enjoy herself. She was here to make sure Jim didn't get too hammered to make his toast. When people asked who she was, she introduced herself as his captain. That was a much easier relationship to explain than the one they had, but in any event she was here to support him. She knew he had mixed feelings about being here, and figured that if worst came to worst she could always fake an emergency and get them both out of there.

She very much hoped it wouldn't come to that, but if he didn't slow down with the drinks it just might. "Another drink, Jim?"

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[leaps_first]

Or they could fool around behind some of those trees. That was an acceptable alternative.

"And what if I don't dance?" Jim asked, even though he was standing up anyway to follow her out to the floor.

[nyota_uhura24]

No, it wasn't. Skipping out on the reception to fool around was not appropriate; at least not for a few more hours.

She grinned when he stood up. "Then you're about to learn - you can consider it an order if that helps."

[leaps_first]

"I can put you on a medical order to sit down all night," Jim countered, raising her hand a little and placing his other on her waist. "Then what?"

[nyota_uhura24]

"First of all, you can't do that without a valid medical reason," she replied haughtily, putting a hand on his shoulder and taking his raised hand with the other. "And if you do order me to sit down, then I'll order you to dance by yourself all night. Would you prefer that?"

[leaps_first]

"Maybe. Drunk Jim likes to do a lot of crazy things," Jim answered with a teasing smile. "And you can't order me to dance, it has nothing to do with my job."

[nyota_uhura24]

"I'm sure I could think up a connection, and you need a medical reason for ordering me to do anything, so we're at an impasse of sorts. So we're still going to dance. Are you going to lead, or do I have to do it?" she asked, a clear challenge in her voice.

[leaps_first]

"So demanding," Jim muttered, trying not to smile but it happened anyway. He did kind of know how to dance, at least something simple but fuck if he could figure out anything that required more concentration.

[nyota_uhura24]

"Of course," she replied innocently. It was surprisingly easy to follow his lead, though considering their other physical activities perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised. "I'm impressed. You can actually dance."

[leaps_first]

"I'm a man of many mysterious talents."

[nyota_uhura24]

Arching an interested eyebrows, she replied, "Oh? Are there other skills you've been keeping from me?"

[leaps_first]

"If I told you about them now, how would I be able to keep them a mystery?"

[nyota_uhura24]

"I'll take that as a yes. You realize I'm now going to make it my mission to discover them."

[leaps_first]

Jim smirked at her. "Challenged accepted, Captain."

[nyota_uhura24]

"That's what I like to hear, Doctor," she replied, smirking back at him. She wanted to ask him how he felt about his brother's wedding, but decided against it. Instead, she rested her head against his chest for a moment as a slower song came on.

[leaps_first]

Jim let out a quiet breath, and maybe lasted a minute into the song. "Can I have my drink back now?"

[nyota_uhura24]

She gave him a little squeeze and then pulled away, not surprised that he didn't really feel like slow dancing. "Only if you get me one."