Argh, writer's block. Argh, argh, argh.

Here, have a drabblet.

Untitled Star Trek Reboot
Uhura and Gaila discuss interspecies sex (G)



"Funny how Tab A always goes to the males. Why do we always have to put up with being Slot B!?"

Scientists through the centuries were a bit at a loss to explain how reproductive systems of so many different species had evolved similarities to the point of possible successful genetic interbreeding - or, indeed, how the masculine gender always wound up with the penis.

"You like being Slot B," Uhura said skeptically.

"But now I'm empowered to do something about it," her roommate declared, slamming the text-PADD shut and tossing her hair.

"Like what?"

"Maybe I'll turn lesbian or something, I don't know," Gaila returned, by now rummaging restlessly through the lip powders and nano-mascaras strewn on her side of the bathroom. "Hey! You wanna help me with that?"

"Help with...?" Uhura returned distractedly, as she returned her attention to ablative cases.

"Turning lesbian. You want to give it a try? C'mon," Gaila coaxed, and Uhura shifted uncomfortably in her seat at the sudden heat in her body.

"Hey, watch it. Roommate contract, number 34." Uhura pointed a bit desperately at the archaic piece of paper tacked sideways on the wall. The roommate contract had been negotiated and written down in a physical form at her insistence.

"Aww." Gaila pouted ravishingly, but the squirmy feelings of lust receded immediately.

"Look," Uhura said, smoothing a damp hand on her sweatpants (Orion pheremones really were no joke), "it's not that I don't want to...turn lesbian, it's that I don't want to be manipulated into it. Like that."

"Not even with--"

"You swore you wouldn't talk about that," Uhura said hastily.