Almost. [ She emphasizes the word with gentle, tired teasing, which is something she'll certainly continue doing even after he receives his full promotion. First Officer or not, he'll still be Jim Kirk; even Captain Pike isn't exempt from her teasing when they're in less formal situations. It's simply how La'an conveys her affection for others.
It isn't often that she leaves her hair down like this to sleep. Being prepared for anything is part of what she trains her team on; for her, that means quite literally being prepared at all times. She showers before bed and rebraids her hair so she'll be ready to report for duty even in the middle of the night.
But not tonight. Tonight, she lets her guard down and allows someone else to take charge. Miraculously, it feels good to do, which she credits to the man in question rather than the act itself. Even if she barely knows this Jim, she would trust him with her life; more than that, she trusts him with the lives of everyone on this ship. ]
Thank you, Jim...
[ Slipping an arm across him, she tucks herself more snugly against his side, ignoring the ache of angry bruises as she settles into the solid warmth of him. She's only partially-covered by the blanket this way, but she doesn't care. All that matters is wrapping herself around her anchor before she finally gives in to sleep. ]
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It isn't often that she leaves her hair down like this to sleep. Being prepared for anything is part of what she trains her team on; for her, that means quite literally being prepared at all times. She showers before bed and rebraids her hair so she'll be ready to report for duty even in the middle of the night.
But not tonight. Tonight, she lets her guard down and allows someone else to take charge. Miraculously, it feels good to do, which she credits to the man in question rather than the act itself. Even if she barely knows this Jim, she would trust him with her life; more than that, she trusts him with the lives of everyone on this ship. ]
Thank you, Jim...
[ Slipping an arm across him, she tucks herself more snugly against his side, ignoring the ache of angry bruises as she settles into the solid warmth of him. She's only partially-covered by the blanket this way, but she doesn't care. All that matters is wrapping herself around her anchor before she finally gives in to sleep. ]