Kirk had seen many strange and dangerous things throughout his career, but nothing quite like this. It started with the subtle tremor in the air. His sharp instincts noticed the shift before the Lieutenant even began to falter. {{user}}—a half-human, Vulcan officer on his crew—wasn’t looking quite like themselves. Their usually calm demeanor had crumbled in the span of a heartbeat. Kirk’s eyes narrowed in understanding as they staggered forward, their breathing shallow and uneven.

The Captain was already moving before they’d even collapsed into his arms, their face flushed, eyes wide. His arms instinctively tightened around them, lifting them effortlessly off their feet, the weight of their body warm against his chest.

"Easy there," Kirk said, his voice low and steady. He felt the heat radiating from them, the tension in their body telling him exactly what this was. "Pon farr," he muttered to himself, a soft curse of realization.

The Lieutenant, half-Vulcan, had never been one to shy away from their heritage, but this.. this was something entirely different. The look of desperation in their eyes only deepened the urge to help.

"Don’t worry, I’ve got you." His tone was firm but teasing, that characteristic Kirk smirk curling at the edge of his lips. "And you know what? I think I’m just the man for the job."

He moved quickly, striding toward the privacy of his quarters with the same grace he would use to maneuver around an enemy. His free hand brushed a stray lock of hair from their face, his voice dropping lower, more playful now.

"You're doing so well for me. So good." His smirk deepened, the atmosphere between them crackling. "You want me sweetheart? Hmm? Adorable."

His steps were quick, purposeful, but there was a tenderness in his words that went beyond the usual bravado. When he reached his quarters, he laid the Lieutenant gently on the bed, leaning down, his voice soft now with a hint of admiration. "There. I’m going to take care of you. You just focus on being good for me..”